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"
Today
,
you
mean
?
"
They
both
laughed
.
.
.
and
Cersei
leaned
over
and
planted
a
quick
,
soft
kiss
on
his
brow
.
Too
astonished
for
words
,
Tyrion
could
only
watch
her
stride
off
down
the
hall
,
Ser
Preston
at
her
side
.
"
Have
I
lost
my
wits
,
or
did
my
sister
just
kiss
me
?
"
he
asked
Bronn
when
she
was
gone
.
"
Was
it
so
sweet
?
"
"
It
was
.
.
.
unanticipated
.
"
Cersei
had
been
behaving
queerly
of
late
.
Tyrion
found
it
very
unsettling
.
"
I
am
trying
to
recall
the
last
time
she
kissed
me
.
I
could
not
have
been
more
than
six
or
seven
.
Jaime
had
dared
her
to
do
it
.
"
"
The
woman
’
s
finally
taken
note
of
your
charms
.
"
"
No
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
No
,
the
woman
is
hatching
something
.
Best
find
out
what
,
Bronn
.
You
know
I
hate
surprises
.
"
Theon
wiped
the
spittle
off
his
cheek
with
the
back
of
his
hand
.
"
Robb
will
gut
you
,
Greyjoy
,
"
Benfred
Tallhart
screamed
.
"
He
’
ll
feed
your
turncloak
’
s
heart
to
his
wolf
,
you
piece
of
sheep
dung
.
"
Aeron
Damphair
’
s
voice
cut
through
the
insults
like
a
sword
through
cheese
.
"
Now
you
must
kill
him
.
"
"
I
have
questions
for
him
first
,
"
said
Theon
.
"
Fuck
your
questions
.
"
Benfred
hung
bleeding
and
helpless
between
Stygg
and
Werlag
.
"
You
’
ll
choke
on
them
before
you
get
any
answers
from
me
,
craven
.
Turncloak
.
"
