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Tyrion

           Hermouthtastedofhoneyandcloves,andherfingersweredeftandpracticedastheyfoundthefasteningsofhisclothes.

           Whenheenteredher,shewelcomedhimwithwhisperedendearmentsandsmall,shudderinggaspsofpleasure.Tyrionsuspectedherdelightwasfeigned,butshediditsowellthatitdidnotmatter.Thatmuchtruthhedidnotcrave.

           Hehadneededher,Tyrionrealizedafterward,asshelayquietlyinhisarms.Herorsomeonelikeher.Ithadbeennighonayearsincehe’dlainwithawoman,sincebeforehehadsetoutforWinterfellincompanywithhisbrotherandKingRobert.Hecouldwelldieonthemorroworthedayafter,andifhedid,hewouldsoonergotohisgravethinkingofShaethanofhislordfather,LysaArryn,ortheLadyCatelynStark.

           Hecouldfeelthesoftnessofherbreastspressedagainsthisarmasshelaybesidehim.Thatwasagoodfeeling.Asongfilledhishead.Softly,quietly,hebegantowhistle.

           "What’sthat,m’lord?"Shaemurmuredagainsthim.

           "Nothing,"hetoldher."AsongIlearnedasaboy,that’sall.Gotosleep,sweetling."

           Whenhereyeswereclosedandherbreathingdeepandsteady,Tyrionslidoutfrombeneathher,gently,soasnottodisturbhersleep.Naked,hecrawledoutside,steppedoverhissquire,andwalkedaroundbehindhistenttomakewater.

           Bronnwasseatedcross-leggedunderachestnuttree,nearwherethey’dtiedthehorses.Hewashoningtheedgeofhissword,wideawake;thesellsworddidnotseemtosleeplikeothermen.

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