[ her amused smile feels a little tighter, but Margaery doesn't know if it's from the numbing chill or from the eternal shard of hatred in her heart. ]
You don't think so? [ teasingly though, as an attempt to move her thoughts away from the High Sparrow and taking Jone's hand to carefully navigate her way down through loose gravel. ] Why ever not?
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You don't think so? [ teasingly though, as an attempt to move her thoughts away from the High Sparrow and taking Jone's hand to carefully navigate her way down through loose gravel. ] Why ever not?