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Tyrion

           

           Sheclosedthedoortotheirbedchamber."Youwon’thurthim,willyou?"Shelitascentedcandleandknelttopulloffhisboots."Hissongscheermeonthenightsyoudon’tcome."

           "WouldthatIcouldcomeeverynight,"hesaidassherubbedhisbarefeet."Howwelldoeshesing?"

           "Betterthansome.Notsogoodasothers."

           Tyrionopenedherrobeandburiedhisfacebetweenherbreasts.Shealwayssmelledcleantohim,eveninthisreekingstyofacity."Keephimifyoulike,butkeephimclose.Iwon’thavehimwanderingthecityspreadingtalesinpot-shops."

           "Hewon’t"shestarted.

           Tyrioncoveredhermouthwithhisown.He’dhadtalkenough;heneededthesweetsimplicityofthepleasurehefoundbetweenShae’sthighs.Here,atleast,hewaswelcome,wanted.

           Afterward,heeasedhisarmoutfromunderherhead,slippedonhistunic,andwentdowntothegarden.Ahalf-moonsilveredtheleavesofthefruittreesandshoneonthesurfaceofthestonebathingpond.Tyrionseatedhimselfbesidethewater.Somewhereofftohisrightacricketwaschirping,acuriouslyhomeysound.Itispeacefulhere,hethought,butforhowlong?

           Awhiffofsomethingrankmadehimturnhishead.Shaestoodinthedoorbehindhim,dressedinthesilveryrobehe’dgivenher.Ilovedamaidaswhiteaswinter,withmoonglowinherhair.

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