For fifteen years I protected him from his enemies, but I could not protect him from his friends. Can't you hear it? Bran could hear the wind in the trees, the clatter of their hooves on the ironwood planks, the whimpering of his hungry pup, but Jon was listening to something else. Lady Arryn, should any harm come to me, my brother Jaime will be pleased to see that they do. The smell that engulfed him was so queer and cold he almost gagged.
You murdered my child within me. Why, Father, said Tyrion, that almost sounds like praise. Once you say the words, you can't leave, no matter what. There was no recognition in those fierce eyes, and his son did not even waste a look.
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