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Tyrion

           "Wouldyouliketofuckyourkitchenwench,m’lord?Youcandustmewithflourandsuckgravyoffmytittiesifyou..."

           "Stopit."ThewayshewasactingremindedhimofDancy,whohadtriedsohardtowinherwager.Heyankedherhandawaytokeepherfromfurthermischief."Thisisnotthetimeforbedsport,Shae.Yourlifemaybeatstake."

           Hergrinwasgone."IfI’vedispleasedm’lord,Inevermeantit,only...couldn’tyoujustgivememoreguards?"

           Tyrionbreathedadeepsigh.Rememberhowyoungsheis,hetoldhimself.Hetookherhand."Yourgemscanbereplaced,andnewgownscanbesewntwiceaslovelyastheold.Tome,you’rethemostpreciousthingwithinthesewalls.TheRedKeepisnotsafeeither,butit’sadealsaferthanhere.Iwantyouthere."

           "Inthekitchens."Hervoicewasflat."Scouringpots."

           "Forashortwhile."

           "Myfathermademehiskitchenwench,"shesaid,hermouthtwisting."ThatwaswhyIranoff."

           "Youtoldmeyouranoffbecauseyourfathermadeyouhiswhore,"heremindedher.

           "Thattoo.Ididn’tlikescouringhispotsnomorethanIlikedhiscockinme."Shetossedherhead."Whycan’tyoukeepmeinyourtower?Halfthelordsatcourtkeepbed-warmers."

           "Iwasexpresslyforbiddentotakeyoutocourt."

           "Byyourstupidfather."Shaepouted.

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