By then my strength was fled, my eyes grown dim, yet that last choice was as cruel as the first. Three men in white cloaks, he thought, remembering, and a strange chill went through him. The night before a woman's head was found in the Great Sept, floating in the rainbow pool. She's very good, Illyrio and I can both swear to that.
Lying comes as easily as breathing to a man like Littlefinger. It shall not end until my death. If any man in this hall has other matters to set before His Grace, let him speak now or go forth and hold his silence. And Princess Myrcella is afraid of them, you know that.
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