He brought his galley in alongside the Cinnamon Wind, raised his oars, and shouted that he was coming aboard. For a moment he considered calling Maester Caleotte up to the litter, but if Prince Doran had wanted him, he would have called himself. Trial?' There was real fear in the girl's voice now. She promised me I should be queen, but said another queen would come .
A woolen blanket covered him below the waist. Amerei's lip trembled. Tell me, child. Prince Doran hid it well.
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