Tyrion turned to his nephew. Generations of capering fools in motley have won me the right to dress badly and say any damn thing that comes into my head. He wished it had been later rather than sooner. There was very little that Jaime took seriously.
For a moment she did not seem to recognize him. He needs someone who can read and write letters. The lot of you. ere is the boy? Tyrion wondered.
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