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She
slapped
him
.
"
Be
gentle
,
Cersei
,
I
’
m
only
jesting
with
you
.
If
truth
be
told
,
I
’
d
sooner
have
a
nice
whore
.
I
never
understood
what
Jaime
saw
in
you
,
apart
from
his
own
reflection
.
"
She
slapped
him
.
His
cheeks
were
red
and
burning
,
yet
he
smiled
.
"
If
you
keep
doing
that
,
I
may
get
angry
.
"
That
stayed
her
hand
.
"
Why
should
I
care
if
you
do
?
"
"
I
have
some
new
friends
,
"
Tyrion
confessed
.
"
You
won
’
t
like
them
at
all
.
How
did
you
kill
Robert
?
"
"
He
did
that
himself
.
All
we
did
was
help
.
When
Lancel
saw
that
Robert
was
going
after
boar
,
he
gave
him
strong
wine
.
His
favorite
sour
red
,
but
fortified
,
three
times
as
potent
as
he
was
used
to
.
The
great
stinking
fool
loved
it
.
He
could
have
stopped
swilling
it
down
any
time
he
cared
to
,
but
no
,
he
drained
one
skin
and
told
Lancel
to
fetch
another
.
The
boar
did
the
rest
.
You
should
have
been
at
the
feast
,
Tyrion
.
There
has
never
been
a
boar
so
delicious
.
They
cooked
it
with
mushrooms
and
apples
,
and
it
tasted
like
triumph
.
"
"
Truly
,
sister
,
you
were
born
to
be
a
widow
.
"
Tyrion
had
rather
liked
Robert
Baratheon
,
great
blustering
oaf
that
he
was
.
.
.
doubtless
in
part
because
his
sister
loathed
him
so
.
"
Now
,
if
you
are
done
slapping
me
,
I
will
be
off
.
"
He
twisted
his
legs
around
and
clambered
down
awkwardly
from
the
chair
.
Cersei
frowned
.
"
I
haven
’
t
given
you
leave
to
depart
.
I
want
to
know
how
you
intend
to
free
Jaime
.
"
