Tyrion

           Throughthedoorcamethesoftsoundofthehighharp,mingledwithatrillingofpipes.Thesinger’svoicewasmuffledbythethickwalls,yetTyrionknewtheverse.Ilovedamaidasfairassummer,heremembered,withsunlightinherhair...

           SerMerynTrantguardedthequeen’sdoorthisnight.Hismuttered"Mylord"struckTyrionasatadgrudging,butheopenedthedoornonetheless.Thesongbrokeoffabruptlyashestrodeintohissister’sbedchamber.

           Cerseiwasrecliningonapileofcushions.Herfeetwerebare,hergoldenhairartfullytousled,herrobeagreen-and-goldsamitethatcaughtthelightofthecandlesandshimmeredasshelookedup."Sweetsister,"Tyrionsaid,"howbeautifulyoulooktonight."Heturnedtothesinger."Andyouaswell,cousin.Ihadnonotionyouhadsuchalovelyvoice."

           ThecomplimentmadeSerLancelsulky;perhapshethoughthewasbeingmocked.ItseemedtoTyrionthattheladhadgrownthreeinchessincebeingknighted.Lancelhadthicksandyhair,greenLannistereyes,andalineofsoftblondfuzzonhisupperlip.Atsixteen,hewascursedwithallthecertaintyofyouth,unleavenedbyanytraceofhumororself-doubt,andwedtothearrogancethatcamesonaturallytothosebornblondandstrongandhandsome.Hisrecentelevationhadonlymadehimworse."DidHerGracesendforyou?"theboydemanded.

           "NotthatIrecall,"Tyrionadmitted.

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