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The Redhead, finished with her work, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
REDHEAD Who they ringing the bells for?
TYRION The King’s Hand died this morning.
Tyrion grabs a goblet of wine from the bedside table. He swigs and passes it to the whore. She raises it in toast.
REDHEAD Here’s to Jon Arryn, then. He was the only one of you lot who cared about the smallfolk.
She drinks deeply, sloshing the wine around her mouth.
TYRION I care about the smallfolk.
REDHEAD Only the ones with good tits. Who’s Robert picking for a new Hand?
TYRION If he’s smart, my father.
REDHEAD And if he’s not smart?
TYRION If the King is not smart? Milady, these are treasonous words...
He clamps his palms on the back of her head and guides her back toward his crotch.
The Redhead laughs, disbelieving.
REDHEAD No chance you’re ready again.
He takes the goblet from her, downs the remainder, and tosses it across the room.
TYRION The gods gave me one blessing.
The Redhead grins and pushes her hair away from her face as she dips down for further service.
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