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When
he
entered
her
,
she
welcomed
him
with
whispered
endearments
and
small
,
shuddering
gasps
of
pleasure
.
Tyrion
suspected
her
delight
was
feigned
,
but
she
did
it
so
well
that
it
did
not
matter
.
That
much
truth
he
did
not
crave
.
He
had
needed
her
,
Tyrion
realized
afterward
,
as
she
lay
quietly
in
his
arms
.
Her
or
someone
like
her
.
It
had
been
nigh
on
a
year
since
he
'd
lain
with
a
woman
,
since
before
he
had
set
out
for
Winterfell
in
company
with
his
brother
and
King
Robert
.
He
could
well
die
on
the
morrow
or
the
day
after
,
and
if
he
did
,
he
would
sooner
go
to
his
grave
thinking
of
Shae
than
of
his
lord
father
,
Lysa
Arryn
,
or
the
Lady
Catelyn
Stark
.
He
could
feel
the
softness
of
her
breasts
pressed
against
his
arm
as
she
lay
beside
him
.
That
was
a
good
feeling
.
A
song
filled
his
head
.
Softly
,
quietly
,
he
began
to
whistle
.
"
What
's
that
,
m
'
lord
?
"
Shae
murmured
against
him
.
"
Nothing
,
"
he
told
her
.
"
A
song
I
learned
as
a
boy
,
that
's
all
.
Go
to
sleep
,
sweetling
.
"
When
her
eyes
were
closed
and
her
breathing
deep
and
steady
,
Tyrion
slid
out
from
beneath
her
,
gently
,
so
as
not
to
disturb
her
sleep
.
Naked
,
he
crawled
outside
,
stepped
over
his
squire
,
and
walked
around
behind
his
tent
to
make
water
.
Bronn
was
seated
cross-legged
under
a
chestnut
tree
,
near
where
they
'd
tied
the
horses
.
He
was
honing
the
edge
of
his
sword
,
wide
awake
;
the
sellsword
did
not
seem
to
sleep
like
other
men
.
"
Where
did
you
find
her
?
"
Tyrion
asked
him
as
he
pissed
.
"
I
took
her
from
a
knight
.
The
man
was
loath
to
give
her
up
,
but
your
name
changed
his
thinking
somewhat
...
that
,
and
my
dirk
at
his
throat
.
"
"
Splendid
,
"
Tyrion
said
dryly
,
shaking
off
the
last
drops
.
"
I
seem
to
recall
saying
find
me
a
whore
,
not
make
me
an
enemy
.
"
