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Tyrion

           

           Shaekickedshutthedoor.Throughthecloudypanesofthenarrowwindow,hecouldmakeouttheGreatSeptofBaelorcrowningVisenya’sHillbutTyrionwasdistractedbyadifferentsight.Bending,Shaetookhergownbythehem,drewitoverherhead,andtosseditaside.Shedidnotbelieveinsmallclothes."You’llneverbeabletorest,"shesaidasshestoodbeforehim,pinkandnudeandlovely,onehandbracedonherhip."You’llthinkofmeeverytimeyougotobed.Thenyou’llgethardandyou’llhavenoonetohelpyouandyou’llneverbeabletosleepunlessyou"shegrinnedthatwickedgrinTyrionlikedsowell"isthatwhytheycallittheToweroftheHand,m’lord?"

           "Bequietandkissme,"hecommanded.

           Hecouldtastethewineonherlips,andfeelhersmallfirmbreastspressedagainsthimasherfingersmovedtothelacingsofhisbreeches."Mylion,"shewhisperedwhenhebrokeoffthekisstoundress."Mysweetlord,mygiantofLannister."Tyrionpushedhertowardthebed.Whenheenteredher,shescreamedloudenoughtowakeBaelortheBlessedinhistomb,andhernailsleftgougesinhisback.He’dneverhadapainhelikedhalfsowell.

           Fool,hethoughttohimselfafterward,astheylayinthecenterofthesaggingmattressamidsttherumpledsheets.Willyouneverlearn,dwarf?She’sawhore,damnyou,it’syourcoinsheloves,notyourcock

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