You think I should mistrust Lannister because he sat on my throne for a few moments? He shook with laughter again. His cloak was blue, the color of the sky on a clear summer's day, trimmed with a border of crescent moons, but as his blood seeped into it, the cloth darkened and the moons turned red, one by one. how many times do you think he raped your sister? How many hundreds of times? His voice had grown so loud that his horse whinnied nervously beneath him. The terrible darkness sweeping up behind to devour her.
Catelyn looked to Ser Rodrik. The road was scarcely wide enough for two riders to pass abreast, its surface cut by tiny streams and littered with stone. He set the library fire thinking I would rush to put it out, taking any guards with me. His fingers dug hard into her arm, demanding an answer.
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