Jon followed the rest back to the armory, walking alone. Will turned away, wordless. Put one man in the sickroom, night and day, one outside the door, two at the bottom of the stairs. Commander, take the queen and her children into custody.
Her eyes were only for Ser Loras. Three quick steps brought him to the door. Let him be wroth, Ned said. Your husband's in some traitor's cell under the Red Keep, your father's sick, might be dying, and Jaime Lannister's got your brother in chains.
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