37.
A second later it hits him: he’s one tankard over the line. Tyrion stands and staggers away from the royal table without a goodbye.
Jaime retakes his seat beside his sister, who watches Tyrion stumble down the steps to the main floor.
CERSEI He is a vile little beast.
JAIME He plays the hand he was dealt.
His gaze floats over Cersei’s shoulder, to Robert.
JAIME
As do we all.
Tyrion lurches past Ned on the main floor, nearly bumping into him. Ned extends a hand to steady the little man but Tyrion brushes past him, not wanting any help, heading for the exit.
Ned turns; for a second, from where Jon Snow is sitting, it seems Ned is staring right at him.
Jon smiles at his father, eager for acknowledgement. A wink would suffice.
But Ned wasn’t looking at him at all; his eyes are on the table of trueborn children that lies between Jon and Ned. Ned heads over to break up the Arya/Bran foodfight. Slightly bitter, more than slightly drunk, Jon takes a large hunk of honeyed chicken from his trencher and chucks it under the table to his dire wolf puppy, GHOST. The way Ghost devours it in seconds is cute -- until we remember the size of his mother. One of the boys at the table is filling wine cups from a flagon. Jon nods for another cup and gulps from it while watching his pup lick the chicken bones clean.
JON SNOW You never stop eating, do you?
BENJEN (O.S.) Is this one of the direwolves I’ve heard so much about?
Jon looks up happily as his uncle BENJEN STARK (40s) ruffles his hair.
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