They had trained her special, to respond to rein and voice and touch. Tyrion Lannister had claimed that most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it, but Jon was done with denials. It was time for her bride gifts. The gaoler squinted at him, face dull with suspicion.
Ser Boros Blount was stationed outside the chamber, wearing the long white cloak and armor of the Kingsguard. Lords and knights moved aside as he stepped through, tall and fleshless, a skeleton in iron mail, the King's Justice. JONAre you well, Snow? Lord Mormont asked, scowling. The others were coming up behind her.
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