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Tyrion

           

           "Ilovetosayyourname.TyrionLannister.Itgoeswithmine.NottheLannister,t’otherpart.TyrionandTysha.TyshaandTyrion.Tyrion.MylordTyrion..."

           Lies,hethought,allfeigned,allforgold,shewasawhore,Jaime’swhore,Jaime’sgift,myladyofthelie.Herfaceseemedtofadeaway,dissolvingbehindaveiloftears,butevenaftershewasgonehecouldstillhearthefaint,far-offsoundofhervoice,callinghisname."...mylord,canyouhearme?Mylord?Tyrion?Mylord?Mylord?"

           Throughahazeofpoppiedsleep,hesawasoftpinkfaceleaningoverhim.Hewasbackinthedankroomwiththetornbedhangings,andthefacewaswrong,nothers,tooround,withabrownfringeofbeard."Doyouthirst,mylord?Ihaveyourmilk,yourgoodmilk.Youmustnotfight,no,don’ttrytomove,youneedyourrest."Hehadthecopperfunnelinonedamppinkhandandaflaskintheother.

           Asthemanleanedclose,Tyrion’sfingersslidunderneathhischainofmanymetals,grabbed,pulled.Themaesterdroppedtheflask,spillingmilkofthepoppyallovertheblanket.Tyriontwisteduntilhecouldfeelthelinksdiggingintothefleshoftheman’sfatneck."No.More,"hecroaked,sohoarsehewasnotcertainhehadevenspoken.

           Buthemusthave,forthemaesterchokedoutareply."Unhand,please,mylord...needyourmilk,thepain...thechain,don’t,unhand,no..."

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