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His
back
was
to
her
as
he
filled
two
cups
with
sweet
Arbor
red
.
It
was
the
easiest
thing
in
the
world
to
sprinkle
a
pinch
of
fine
powder
into
hers
.
"
To
Stannis
!
"
he
said
as
he
handed
her
the
wine
.
Harmless
when
I
’
m
alone
,
am
I
?
"
To
Renly
!
"
she
replied
,
laughing
.
"
May
they
battle
long
and
hard
,
and
the
Others
take
them
both
!
"
Is
this
the
Cersei
that
Jaime
sees
?
When
she
smiled
,
you
saw
how
beautiful
she
was
,
truly
.
I
loved
a
maid
as
fair
as
summer
,
with
sunlight
in
her
hair
.
He
almost
felt
sorry
for
poisoning
her
.
It
was
the
next
morning
as
he
broke
his
fast
that
her
messenger
arrived
.
The
queen
was
indisposed
and
would
not
be
able
to
leave
her
chambers
.
Not
able
to
leave
her
privy
,
more
like
.
Tyrion
made
the
proper
sympathetic
noises
and
sent
word
to
Cersei
to
rest
easy
,
he
would
treat
with
Ser
Cleos
as
they
’
d
planned
.
The
Iron
Throne
of
Aegon
the
Conqueror
was
a
tangle
of
nasty
barbs
and
jagged
metal
teeth
waiting
for
any
fool
who
tried
to
sit
too
comfortably
,
and
the
steps
made
his
stunted
legs
cramp
as
he
climbed
up
to
it
,
all
too
aware
of
what
an
absurd
spectacle
he
must
be
.
Yet
there
was
one
thing
to
be
said
for
it
.
It
was
high
.
Lannister
guardsmen
stood
silent
in
their
crimson
cloaks
and
lion
-
crested
half
-
helms
.
Ser
Jacelyn
’
s
gold
cloaks
faced
them
across
the
hall
.
The
steps
to
the
throne
were
flanked
by
Bronn
and
Ser
Preston
of
the
Kingsguard
.
Courtiers
filled
the
gallery
while
supplicants
clustered
near
the
towering
oak
-
and
-
bronze
doors
.
Sansa
Stark
looked
especially
lovely
this
morning
,
though
her
face
was
as
pale
as
milk
.
Lord
Gyles
stood
coughing
,
while
poor
cousin
Tyrek
wore
his
bridegroom
’
s
mantle
of
miniver
and
velvet
.
Since
his
marriage
to
little
Lady
Ermesande
three
days
past
,
the
other
squires
had
taken
to
calling
him
"
Wet
Nurse
"
and
asking
him
what
sort
of
swaddling
clothes
his
bride
wore
on
their
wedding
night
.
Tyrion
looked
down
on
them
all
,
and
found
he
liked
it
.
"
Call
forth
Ser
Cleos
Frey
.
"
His
voice
rang
off
the
stone
walls
and
down
the
length
of
the
hall
.
He
liked
that
too
.
A
pity
Shae
could
not
be
here
to
see
this
,
he
reflected
.
She
’
d
asked
to
come
,
but
it
was
impossible
.
Ser
Cleos
made
the
long
walk
between
the
gold
cloaks
and
the
crimson
,
looking
neither
right
nor
left
.
As
he
knelt
,
Tyrion
observed
that
his
cousin
was
losing
his
hair
.
