The bride’s cloak he held was huge and heavy, crimson velvet richly worked with lions and bordered with gold stain and rubies. No one had thought to bring a stool, however, and Tyrion stood a foot and a half shorter than his bride. As he moved behind her, Sansa felt a sharp tug on her skirt. He wants me to kneel, she realized, blushing.
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