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Tyrion

           hatedeveryinstantofit,isthatwhatyouwouldhavemebelieve?Ahighplaceatcourt,knighthood,mysister’slegsopeningforyouatnight,oh,yes,itmusthavebeenterribleforyou."Tyrionpushedhimselftohisfeet."Waithere.HisGracewillwanttohearthis."

           ThedefiancewentfromLancelallatonce.Theyoungknightfelltohiskneesafrightenedboy."Mercy,mylord,Ibegyou."

           "SaveitforJoffrey.Helikesagoodbeg."

           "Mylord,itwasyoursister’sbidding,thequeen,asyousaid,butHisGrace...he’dneverunderstand..."

           "Wouldyouhavemekeepthetruthfromtheking?"

           "Formyfather’ssake!I’llleavethecity,itwillbeasifitneverhappened!Iswear,Iwillendit..."

           Itwashardnottolaugh."Ithinknot."

           Nowtheladlookedlost."Mylord?"

           "Youheardme.Myfathertoldyoutoobeymysister?Verywell,obeyher.Stayclosetoherside,keephertrust,pleasureherasoftenassherequiresit.Nooneneedeverknow...solongasyoukeepfaithwithme.IwanttoknowwhatCerseiisdoing.Whereshegoes,whoshesees,whattheytalkof,whatplanssheishatching.All.Andyouwillbetheonetotellme,won’tyou?"

           "Yes,mylord."Lancelspokewithoutamoment’shesitation.Tyrionlikedthat."Iwill.Iswearit.Asyoucommand."

           "Rise."Tyrionfilledthesecondcupandpresseditonhim.

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