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She did not want to travel through the green gloom of the piney woods with the heads of the men she'd killed. Taena tells me that you are called the Blue Bard. This is a wise measure. She remembered breathless races up and down the steps and along wallwalks and covered bridges, fishing off the Long Stone Quay, days and nights lost amongst her uncle's wealth of books.

It was Cersei's turn to laugh. A weak ruler needs a strong Hand, as Aerys needed Father. Hear me, nuncle . He will die at sea.