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Tyrion

           Myrcellaistheleastpartofit.I’vealsoofferedhimhissister’skiller,acouncilseat,somecastlesontheMarches..."

           "Toomuch."Cerseipacedawayfromhim,restlessasalioness,skirtsswirling."You’veofferedtoomuch,andwithoutmyauthorityorconsent."

           "ThisisthePrinceofDornewearespeakingof.IfI’dofferedless,he’dlikelyspitinmyface."

           "Toomuch!"Cerseiinsisted,whirlingback.

           "Whatwouldyouhaveofferedhim,thatholebetweenyourlegs?"Tyrionsaid,hisownangerflaring.

           Thistimehesawtheslapcoming.Hisheadsnappedaroundwithacrack."Sweetsweetsister,"hesaid,"Ipromiseyou,thatwasthelasttimeyouwilleverstrikeme."

           Hissisterlaughed."Don’tthreatenme,littleman.DoyouthinkFather’sletterkeepsyousafe?Apieceofpaper.EddardStarkhadapieceofpapertoo,forallthegooditdidhim."

           EddardStarkdidnothavetheCityWatch,Tyrionthought,normyclansmen,northesellswordsthatBronnhashired.Ido.Orsohehoped.TrustinginVarys,inSerJacelynBywater,inBronn.LordStarkhadprobablyhadhisdelusionsaswell.

           Yethesaidnothing.Awisemandidnotpourwildfireonabrazier.Insteadhepouredafreshcupofwine."HowsafedoyouthinkMyrcellawillbeifKing’sLandingfalls?RenlyandStanniswillmountherheadbesideyours."

           AndCerseibegantocry.

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