What does it mean? she asked. Come along, milady. What Lord Varys means is that all this business of coin and crops and justice bores my royal brother to tears, Lord Renly said, so it falls to us to govern the realm. A dozen years, Ned said.
Have the rest of you mislaid your tongues? Will no one talk sense to this frozen-faced fool? Varys gave the king an unctuous smile and laid a soft hand on Ned's sleeve. When the moment came to toss the dice, I was counting on your being smart enough to know where your best interest lay. He should have come straight from the stable. Beside her, Prince Joffrey was smiling.
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