“Everything,” said Tyrion, “for a start.” What he wanted was proof that Ser Mandon had been Cersei’s, but he dare not say so aloud. In the Red Keep a man did best to hold his tongue. There were rats in the walls, and little birds who talked too much, and spiders. “Help me up,” he said, struggling with the bedclothes. “It’s time I paid a call on my father, and past time I let myself be seen again.” “Such a pretty sight,” mocked Bronn. “What’s half a nose, on a face like mine? But speaking of pretty, is Margaery Tyrell in King’s Landing yet?” “No. She’s coming, though, and the city’s mad with
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