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"
The
Red
Keep
has
sufficient
cooks
.
Butchers
and
bakers
too
.
You
’
d
need
to
pose
as
a
scullion
.
"
"
A
pot
girl
,
"
she
said
,
"
in
scratchy
brown
rough
-
spun
.
Is
that
how
m
’
lord
wants
to
see
me
?
"
"
M
’
lord
wants
to
see
you
alive
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
You
can
scarcely
scour
pots
in
silk
and
velvet
.
"
"
Has
m
’
lord
grown
tired
of
me
?
"
She
reached
a
hand
under
his
tunic
and
found
his
cock
.
In
two
quick
strokes
she
had
it
hard
.
"
He
still
wants
me
.
"
She
laughed
.
"
Would
you
like
to
fuck
your
kitchen
wench
,
m
’
lord
?
You
can
dust
me
with
flour
and
suck
gravy
off
my
titties
if
you
.
.
.
"
"
Stop
it
.
"
The
way
she
was
acting
reminded
him
of
Dancy
,
who
had
tried
so
hard
to
win
her
wager
.
He
yanked
her
hand
away
to
keep
her
from
further
mischief
.
"
This
is
not
the
time
for
bed
sport
,
Shae
.
Your
life
may
be
at
stake
.
"
Her
grin
was
gone
.
"
If
I
’
ve
displeased
m
’
lord
,
I
never
meant
it
,
only
.
.
.
couldn
’
t
you
just
give
me
more
guards
?
"
Tyrion
breathed
a
deep
sigh
.
Remember
how
young
she
is
,
he
told
himself
.
He
took
her
hand
.
"
Your
gems
can
be
replaced
,
and
new
gowns
can
be
sewn
twice
as
lovely
as
the
old
.
To
me
,
you
’
re
the
most
precious
thing
within
these
walls
.
The
Red
Keep
is
not
safe
either
,
but
it
’
s
a
deal
safer
than
here
.
I
want
you
there
.
"
"
In
the
kitchens
.
"
Her
voice
was
flat
.
"
Scouring
pots
.
"
"
For
a
short
while
.
"
