It did not matter. The courtyard rushed up to meet him. Stout, jowly Janos Slynt puffed himself up like an angry frog, his bald pate reddening. The kingsroad was just beyond the sprawl of castle and town.
You weren't s'posed to be here, he repeated stupidly. We were meant to rule together. The salt sea was at her back, and to the south was the fish market and the docks and the swirling torrent of the Blackwater Rush. She lifted her hand, trembling.
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