[Never did a lie feel more like a vice around Margaery's heart. Kneeling down, she nudges the blanket away and cups the boy's cheek. Snot trails down his nose and his eyes are red from crying. Without hesitation, she pulls a handkerchief from her pocket and dabs at his face.]
Who's been telling you such things, sweetling? I see no villain here.
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Who's been telling you such things, sweetling? I see no villain here.