Now, she told herself, I must do it now. Gods give me courage. She took one step, then another. Lords and knights stepped aside silently to let her pass, and she felt the weight of their eyes on her. I must be as strong as my lady mother. “Your Grace,” she called out in a soft, tremulous voice. […] “As it please Your Grace, I ask for mercy for my father, Lord Eddard Stark, who was the hand of the King.” She had practiced the words a hundred times.

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