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A fur cloak has been laid on the stone floor of the unlit chamber. A naked woman lies belly down on the fur. A naked man lies on his side beside her, mostly hidden by the shadows. Their voices echo strangely off the ancient stones.
WOMAN’S VOICE Stark has never cared about the south. Never. He wants to move against us. Why else would he leave this place? He’s like a king himself up here. MAN’S VOICE Maybe he just wants to be warm for once in his life.
The naked man grabs her by the hair and forces her to rise to all fours. She gasps with pain.
WOMAN’S VOICE
Stop...
He does not stop. Keeping one hand on her hair, he pushes himself to his knees. He seizes her hip with his free hand and pulls her toward him, thrusting deep into her.
WOMAN’S VOICE
(moaning) Stop it... stop it... please...
Her voice is low and she does not push him away; the harder he pulls her hair, the more she moans.
Bran has no idea what to make of all this. He tries to get a better view and in doing so his sleeve brushes against the stone edge of the empty window.
The woman turns and stares right at Bran.
Queen Cersei screams.
Everything happens at once. Cersei pushes the man away, shouting and pointing.
Bran tries to pull himself up, bending double as he reaches for the gargoyle’s head. In his panic his hands scrape uselessly against smooth stone, his legs slip, and suddenly he is falling. He shoots out a hand and grabs the window ledge. His momentum forces him to swing against the wall, hard, knocking the wind out of him. He dangles one-handed, panting.
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