A Feast For Crows (A Song of Ice and Fire, #4)

by George R.R. Martin

Then she sent for Qyburn. “Is Lady Falyse still alive?” “Alive, yes. Perhaps not entirely … comfortable.” “I see.” Cersei considered a moment. “This man Bronn … I cannot say I like the notion of an enemy so close. His power all derives from Lollys. If we were to produce her elder sister …” “Alas,” said Qyburn. “I fear that Lady Falyse is no longer capable of ruling Stokeworth. Or, indeed, of feeding herself. I have learned a great deal from her, I am pleased to say, but the lessons have not been entirely without cost. I hope I have not exceeded Your Grace’s instructions.” “No.” Whatever she had intended, it was too late. There was no sense dwelling on such things. It is better if she dies, she told herself. She would not want to go on living without her husband. Oaf that he was, the fool seemed fond of him.