It was when Ser Jaime still had both his hands. Petyr sounded as angry as she had ever heard him. His lordship rolled up his parchment, sketched a bow toward Jaime, and tottered from the tent. Cersei thought.
Never you mind. Aye, and not without courage. The others took the hint, and no one else approached her. Are you my mother? No.
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