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Ser
Kevan
looked
poleaxed
.
"
A
new
--
who
?
What
have
they
done
to
Joffrey
?
"
The
faintest
flicker
of
distaste
played
across
Lord
Tywin
's
thin
lips
.
"
Nothing
...
yet
.
My
grandson
still
sits
the
Iron
Throne
,
but
the
eunuch
has
heard
whispers
from
the
south
.
Renly
Baratheon
wed
Margaery
Tyrell
at
Highgarden
this
fortnight
past
,
and
now
he
has
claimed
the
crown
.
The
bride
's
father
and
brothers
have
bent
the
knee
and
sworn
him
their
swords
.
"
"
Those
are
grave
tidings
.
"
When
Ser
Kevan
frowned
,
the
furrows
in
his
brow
grew
deep
as
canyons
.
"
My
daughter
commands
us
to
ride
for
King
's
Landing
at
once
,
to
defend
the
Red
Keep
against
King
Renly
and
the
Knight
of
Flowers
.
"
His
mouth
tightened
.
"
Commands
us
,
mind
you
.
In
the
name
of
the
king
and
council
.
"
"
How
is
King
Joffrey
taking
the
news
?
"
Tyrion
asked
with
a
certain
black
amusement
.
"
Cersei
has
not
seen
fit
to
tell
him
yet
,
"
Lord
Tywin
said
.
"
She
fears
he
might
insist
on
marching
against
Renly
himself
.
"
"
With
what
army
?
"
Tyrion
asked
.
"
You
do
n't
plan
to
give
him
this
one
,
I
hope
?
"
"
He
talks
of
leading
the
City
Watch
,
"
Lord
Tywin
said
.
"
If
he
takes
the
Watch
,
he
'll
leave
the
city
undefended
,
"
Ser
Kevan
said
.
"
And
with
Lord
Stannis
on
Dragonstone
...
"
