Perhaps Your Grace might allow me two of them for mine own purposes. A woman would be especially …” “I gave you Senelle,” the queen said sharply. “Alas. The poor girl is quite … exhausted.” Cersei did not like to think about that. The girl had come with her unsuspecting, thinking she was along to serve and pour. Even when Qyburn clapped the chain around her wrist, she had not seemed to understand. The memory still made the queen queasy.
