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Tyrion

           

           Tyrionmadearoundofthebedchamber.Oneofthesconceslookedloose.Hestoodonhistoesandtriedtoturnit.Itrevolvedslowly,scrapingagainstthestonewall.Whenitwasupsidedown,thestubofthecandlefellout.Therushesscatteredacrossthecoldstonefloordidnotshowanyparticulardisturbance."Doesn’tm’lordwanttobedme?"askedShae.

           "Inamoment."Tyrionthrewopenhiswardrobe,shovedtheclothingaside,andpushedagainsttherearpanel.Whatworkedforawhorehousemightworkforacastleaswell...butno,thewoodwassolid,unyielding.Astonebesidethewindowseatdrewhiseye,butallhistuggingandproddingwentfornaught.Hereturnedtothebedfrustratedandannoyed.

           Shaeundidhislacesandthrewherarmsaroundhisneck."Yourshouldersfeelashardasrocks,"shemurmured."Hurry,Iwanttofeelyouinsideme."Yetasherlegslockedaroundhiswaist,hismanhoodlefthim.Whenshefelthimgosoft,Shaesliddownunderthesheetsandtookhiminhermouth,buteventhatcouldnotrousehim.

           Afterafewmomentshestoppedher."What’swrong?"sheasked.Allthesweetinnocenceoftheworldwaswrittenthereinthelinesofheryoungface.

           Innocence?Fool,she’sawhore,Cerseiwasright,youthinkwithyourcock,fool,fool.

           "Justgotosleep,sweetling,"heurged,strokingherhair

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