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Ned
took
the
horn
and
drank
.
The
beer
was
black
and
thick
,
so
strong
it
stung
the
eyes
.
Robert
sat
down
again
.
"
Damn
you
,
Ned
Stark
.
You
and
Jon
Arryn
,
I
loved
you
both
.
What
have
you
done
to
me
?
You
were
the
one
should
have
been
king
,
you
or
Jon
.
"
"
You
had
the
better
claim
,
Your
Grace
.
"
"
I
told
you
to
drink
,
not
to
argue
.
You
made
me
king
,
you
could
at
least
have
the
courtesy
to
listen
when
I
talk
,
damn
you
.
Look
at
me
,
Ned
.
Look
at
what
kinging
has
done
to
me
.
Gods
,
too
fat
for
my
armor
,
how
did
it
ever
come
to
this
?
"
"
Robert
...
"
"
Drink
and
stay
quiet
,
the
king
is
talking
.
I
swear
to
you
,
I
was
never
so
alive
as
when
I
was
winning
this
throne
,
or
so
dead
as
now
that
I
've
won
it
.
And
Cersei
...
I
have
Jon
Arryn
to
thank
for
her
.
I
had
no
wish
to
marry
after
Lyanna
was
taken
from
me
,
but
Jon
said
the
realm
needed
an
heir
.
Cersei
Lannister
would
be
a
good
match
,
he
told
me
,
she
would
bind
Lord
Tywin
to
me
should
Viserys
Targaryen
ever
try
to
win
back
his
father
's
throne
.
"
The
king
shook
his
head
.
"
I
loved
that
old
man
,
I
swear
it
,
but
now
I
think
he
was
a
bigger
fool
than
Moon
Boy
.
Oh
,
Cersei
is
lovely
to
look
at
,
truly
,
but
cold
...
the
way
she
guards
her
cunt
,
you
'd
think
she
had
all
the
gold
of
Casterly
Rock
between
her
legs
.
Here
,
give
me
that
beer
if
you
wo
n't
drink
it
.
"
He
took
the
horn
,
upended
it
,
belched
,
wiped
his
mouth
.
"
I
am
sorry
for
your
girl
,
Ned
.
Truly
.
About
the
wolf
,
I
mean
.
My
son
was
lying
,
I
'd
stake
my
soul
on
it
.
My
son
...
you
love
your
children
,
do
n't
you
?
"
"
With
all
my
heart
,
"
Ned
said
.
"
Let
me
tell
you
a
secret
,
Ned
.
More
than
once
,
I
have
dreamed
of
giving
up
the
crown
.
Take
ship
for
the
Free
Cities
with
my
horse
and
my
hammer
,
spend
my
time
warring
and
whoring
,
that
's
what
I
was
made
for
.
The
sellsword
king
,
how
the
singers
would
love
me
.
You
know
what
stops
me
?
The
thought
of
Joffrey
on
the
throne
,
with
Cersei
standing
behind
him
whispering
in
his
ear
.
My
son
.
How
could
I
have
made
a
son
like
that
,
Ned
?
"
"
He
's
only
a
boy
,
"
Ned
said
awkwardly
.
He
had
small
liking
for
Prince
Joffrey
,
but
he
could
hear
the
pain
in
Robert
's
voice
.
"
Have
you
forgotten
how
wild
you
were
at
his
age
?
"
