It suits you. Thick patterned carpets had been laid down over the ground, and pillows scattered in the corners. It was Ghost who knew what to do. His bristling golden side-whiskers framed a face so still it might have been a mask, but Tyrion could see tiny beads of sweat dappling his father's shaven head.
He won't move until I tell him to. Ser Boros and Ser Meryn are the queen's creatures to the bone, and I have deep suspicions of the others. That was when they heard the sound, low and deep and shivery. One of them finally stepped into the circle, grabbed a dancer by the arm, pushed her down to the ground, and mounted her right there, as a stallion mounts a mare.
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