Elizabeth Olsen for Flaunt Magazine

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His sister sat in a puddle of wine, cradling her son’s body. Her gown was torn and stained, her face white as chalk. “The boy is gone, Cersei,” Lord Tywin said. […] “Unhand him now. Let him go.” She did not hear. It took two Kingsguard to pry loose her fingers, so the body of King Joffrey Baratheon could slide limp and lifeless to the floor.

Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count
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