mine. To teach me humility, the gods have condemned me to watch you waddle about wearing that proud lion that was my father’s sigil and his father’s before him. But neither gods nor men shall ever compel me to let you turn Casterly Rock into your whorehouse.” “My whorehouse?” The dawn broke; Tyrion understood all at once where this bile had come from. He ground his teeth together and said, “Cersei told you about Alayaya.” “Is that her name? I confess, I cannot remember the names of all your whores. Who was the one you married as a boy?” “Tysha.” He spat out the answer, defiant. “And that camp
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