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"
Aerys
Targaryen
did
as
he
liked
.
Has
your
mother
ever
told
you
what
happened
to
him
?
"
Ser
Boros
Blount
harrumphed
.
"
No
man
threatens
His
Grace
in
the
presence
of
the
Kingsguard
.
"
Tyrion
Lannister
raised
an
eyebrow
.
"
I
am
not
threatening
the
king
,
ser
,
I
am
educating
my
nephew
.
Bronn
,
Timett
,
the
next
time
Ser
Boros
opens
his
mouth
,
kill
him
.
"
The
dwarf
smiled
.
"
Now
that
was
a
threat
,
ser
.
See
the
difference
?
"
Ser
Boros
turned
a
dark
shade
of
red
.
"
The
queen
will
hear
of
this
!
"
"
No
doubt
she
will
.
And
why
wait
?
Joffrey
,
shall
we
send
for
your
mother
?
"
The
king
flushed
.
"
Nothing
to
say
,
Your
Grace
?
"
his
uncle
went
on
.
"
Good
.
Learn
to
use
your
ears
more
and
your
mouth
less
,
or
your
reign
will
be
shorter
than
I
am
.
Wanton
brutality
is
no
way
to
win
your
people
’
s
love
.
.
.
or
your
queen
’
s
.
"
"
Fear
is
better
than
love
,
Mother
says
.
"
Joffrey
pointed
at
Sansa
.
"
She
fears
me
.
"
The
Imp
sighed
.
"
Yes
,
I
see
.
A
pity
Stannis
and
Renly
aren
’
t
twelve
-
year
-
old
girls
as
well
.
Bronn
,
Timett
,
bring
her
.
"
Sansa
moved
as
if
in
a
dream
.
She
thought
the
Imp
’
s
men
would
take
her
back
to
her
bedchamber
in
Maegor
’
s
Holdfast
,
but
instead
they
conducted
her
to
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
.
She
had
not
set
foot
inside
that
place
since
the
day
her
father
fell
from
grace
,
and
it
made
her
feel
faint
to
climb
those
steps
again
.
