The Boltons skin their enemies. Does she wish it were her in Margaery's place? Tyrion frowned. The lightninglord, she thought angrily. It is not so grand as Robert's throneroom, but the company is better.
Even theGreatjon seemed somber and subdued. Littlefinger let Lysa sob against his chest for a moment, then put his handson her arms and kissed her lightly. He rubbed his nose. The flagon slipped from her fingers andcrashed to the floor.
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