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Tyrion

           

           Cerseiturnedawayfromthewindow,herskirtsswirlingaroundherslenderhips."Howdareyouignoremysummons!"

           "Whoadmittedyoutomytower?"

           "Yourtower?Thisismyson’sroyalcastle."

           "Sotheytellme."Tyrionwasnotamused.Crawnwouldbeevenlessso;hisMoonBrothershadtheguardtoday."Iwasabouttocometoyou,asithappens."

           "Wereyou?"

           Heswungthedoorshutbehindhim."Youdoubtme?"

           "Always,andwithgoodreason."

           "I’mhurt."Tyrionwaddledtothesideboardforacupofwine.HeknewnosurerwaytoworkupathirstthantalkingwithCersei."IfI’vegivenyouoffense,Iwouldknowhow."

           "Whatadisgustinglittlewormyouare.Myrcellaismyonlydaughter.DidyoutrulyimaginethatIwouldallowyoutosellherlikeabagofoats?"

           Myrcella,hethought.Well,thategghashatched.Let’sseewhatcolorthechickis."Hardlyabagofoats.Myrcellaisaprincess.Somewouldsaythisiswhatshewasbornfor.OrdidyouplantomarryhertoTommen?"

           Herhandlashedout,knockingthewinecupfromhishandtospillonthefloor."Brotherorno,Ishouldhaveyourtongueoutforthat.IamJoffrey’sregent,notyou,andIsaythatMyrcellawillnotbeshippedofftothisDornishmanthewayIwasshippedtoRobertBaratheon."

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