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Tyrion
unrolled
the
parchment
.
He
had
to
squint
to
read
the
words
in
the
torch
-
lit
yard
.
"
Gods
be
good
,
"
he
said
softly
.
"
Both
of
them
?
"
"
I
fear
so
,
my
lord
.
It
is
so
sad
.
So
grievous
sad
.
And
them
so
young
and
innocent
.
"
Tyrion
remembered
how
the
wolves
had
howled
when
the
Stark
boy
had
fallen
.
Are
they
howling
now
,
I
wonder
?
"
Have
you
told
anyone
else
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Not
as
yet
,
though
of
course
I
must
.
"
He
rolled
up
the
letter
.
"
I
’
ll
tell
my
sister
.
"
He
wanted
to
see
how
she
took
the
news
.
He
wanted
that
very
much
.
The
queen
looked
especially
lovely
that
night
.
She
wore
a
low
-
cut
gown
of
deep
green
velvet
that
brought
out
the
color
of
her
eyes
.
Her
golden
hair
tumbled
across
her
bare
shoulders
,
and
around
her
waist
was
a
woven
belt
studded
with
emeralds
.
Tyrion
waited
until
he
had
been
seated
and
served
a
cup
of
wine
before
thrusting
the
letter
at
her
.
He
said
not
a
word
.
Cersei
blinked
at
him
innocently
and
took
the
parchment
from
his
hand
.
"
I
trust
you
’
re
pleased
,
"
he
said
as
she
read
.
"
You
wanted
the
Stark
boy
dead
,
I
believe
.
"
Cersei
made
a
sour
face
.
"
It
was
Jaime
who
threw
him
from
that
window
,
not
me
.
For
love
,
he
said
,
as
if
that
would
please
me
.
It
was
a
stupid
thing
to
do
,
and
dangerous
besides
,
but
when
did
our
sweet
brother
ever
stop
to
think
?
"
"
The
boy
saw
you
,
"
Tyrion
pointed
out
.
