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Tyrion

           ‘Doit’saystherichman,‘andallthisgoldshallbeyours.Sotellmewholivesandwhodies?"Bowingdeeply,theeunuchhurriedfromthecommonroomonsoftslipperedfeet.

           Whenhewasgone,ChellagaveasnortandShaewrinkledupherprettyface."Therichmanlives.Doesn’the?"

           Tyrionsippedathiswine,thoughtful."Perhaps.Ornot.Thatwoulddependonthesellsword,itseems."Hesetdownhiscup."Come,let’sgoupstairs."

           Shehadtowaitforhimatthetopofthesteps,forherlegswereslimandsupplewhilehiswereshortandstuntedandfullofaches.Butshewassmilingwhenhereachedher."Didyoumissme?"sheteasedasshetookhishand.

           "Desperately,"Tyrionadmitted.Shaeonlystoodashadeoverfivefeet,yetstillhemustlookuptoher...butinhercasehefoundhedidnotmind.Shewassweettolookupat.

           "You’llmissmeallthetimeinyourRedKeep,"shesaidassheledhimtoherroom."AllaloneinyourcoldbedinyourToweroftheHand."

           "Tootrue."Tyrionwouldgladlyhavekeptherwithhim,buthislordfatherhadforbiddenit.Youwillnottakethewhoretocourt,LordTywinhadcommanded.Bringinghertothecitywasasmuchdefianceashedared.Allhisauthorityderivedfromhisfather,thegirlhadtounderstandthat."Youwon’tbefar,"hepromised."You’llhaveahouse,withguardsandservants,andI’llvisitasoftenasI’mable."

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