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"
It
may
be
worth
the
trying
.
.
.
but
make
no
mistake
,
Tyrion
.
If
I
accept
you
,
you
shall
be
the
King
’
s
Hand
in
name
,
but
my
Hand
in
truth
.
You
will
share
all
your
plans
and
intentions
with
me
before
you
act
,
and
you
will
do
nothing
without
my
consent
.
Do
you
understand
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
.
"
"
Do
you
agree
?
"
"
Certainly
,
"
he
lied
.
"
I
am
yours
,
sister
.
"
For
as
long
as
I
need
to
be
.
"
So
,
now
that
we
are
of
one
purpose
,
we
ought
have
no
more
secrets
between
us
.
You
say
Joffrey
had
Lord
Eddard
killed
,
Varys
dismissed
Ser
Barristan
,
and
Littlefinger
gifted
us
with
Lord
Slynt
.
Who
murdered
Jon
Arryn
?
"
Cersei
yanked
her
hand
back
.
"
How
should
I
know
?
"
"
The
grieving
widow
in
the
Eyrie
seems
to
think
it
was
me
.
Where
did
she
come
by
that
notion
,
I
wonder
?
"
"
I
’
m
sure
I
don
’
t
know
.
That
fool
Eddard
Stark
accused
me
of
the
same
thing
.
He
hinted
that
Lord
Arryn
suspected
or
.
.
.
well
,
believed
.
.
.
"
"
That
you
were
fucking
our
sweet
Jaime
?
"
She
slapped
him
.
"
Did
you
think
I
was
as
blind
as
Father
?
"
Tyrion
rubbed
his
cheek
.
"
Who
you
lie
with
is
no
matter
to
me
.
.
.
although
it
doesn
’
t
seem
quite
just
that
you
should
open
your
legs
for
one
brother
and
not
the
other
.
"
