“Do you want her?” Jaime asked Peck, when she was gone. The squire turned beet red. “If she’ll have you, take her. She’ll teach you a few things you’ll find useful on your wedding night, I don’t doubt, and you’re not like to get a bastard by her.” Pia had spread her legs for half his father’s army and never quickened; most like the girl was barren. “If you bed her, though, be kind to her.” “Kind, my lord? How … how would I …?” “Sweet words. Gentle touches. You don’t want to wed her, but so long as you’re abed treat her as you would your bride.” The lad nodded. “My lord, I … where should I take
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