BRIENNEThe septry stood upon an upthrust island half a mile from the shore, where the wide mouth of the Trident widened further still to kiss the Bav of Crabs. She had even given them new styles, borrowed from the Free Cities: the queen would have no masters' at court beside herself. She could not risk a war on the very doorstep of King's Landing, not now. Bui Albar Royce was shaking his head.
His voice was as deep as the ocean, and thundered like the waves. Alleras urged again. Once she kissed a potboy in the kitchen. The High Septon walked slowly, leaning on a weirwood staff topped by a crystal orb.
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