She sobbed. “My friends, I put my honor in your hands … but what is a queen’s honor against a mother’s fears?” “Say on, Your Grace,” Ser Balman assured her. “Your words shall ne’er leave this room.” Cersei reached across the table and gave his hand a squeeze. “I … I would sleep more easily of a night if I were to hear that Ser Bronn had suffered a … a mishap … whilst hunting, perhaps.” Ser Balman considered a moment. “A mortal mishap?” No, I desire you to break his little toe. She had to bite her lip. My enemies are everywhere and my friends are fools.
