From there the skulls ranged upward in size to the three great monsters of song and story, the dragons that Aegon Targaryen and his sisters had unleashed on the Seven Kingdoms of old. The knight bowed. This time I will make certain he wears it. Sansa was certain her prince had no part in murdering Jory and those other poor men; that had been his wicked uncle, the Kingslayer.
But why? she cried plaintively. Let them seek Lord Tywin's justice. Would they? They never have. Forgive me, but I must stand with Lord Eddard.
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