I had understood that Lysa's boy was to be fostered with Lord Tywin at Casterly Rock. Could her uncle have been wrong? So much rested on the truth of what he had told them. He waved a hand. Varys the eunuch was the king's master of whisperers.
He was so skinny, just skin stretched taut over bones. She was holding one of his hands. Jon's eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. Through the blood-spattered sandsilk, she glimpsed shadows moving.
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