"I'm just... repaying the debt." Jaime's voice became more and more strange.
"Tessa," he finally whispered. "She's not a prostitute, I didn't buy her. Everything is a lie my father told me to tell. Tessa... Tessa is Tessa, the farmer's daughter, who met you on the road."
Tyrion heard a faint gasp. "His Hissing" through the scar on the nose. James didn't dare look back. Tessa. Suddenly he forgot what she looked like. Little girl, she was just a little girl, no older than Sansa. "My wife," he hissed, "she married me."
"She's for your money, my father said. She's a pariah, you're a Lannister of Casterly Rock, and if it wasn't for gold, she wouldn't will come to you, so it's like a prostitute, so... so I'm not telling a lie, it's not a real lie, and... and he thinks he needs to teach you a good lesson. From now on, you will learn from it and tell me Grateful...''
"Grateful? "Tyrion was almost speechless." He gave her to the guards, an entire barracks of guards,
and let me... watch the whole thing. "Ah, not just watching, I ended up with...my wife...
"I didn't know he would do that, please believe me. "
"Oh, believe you?" snarled Tyrion. "Are you still worthy of my trust?" Can I still trust you? Fuck you, she's my wife! ",
"Tyrion..."
He hit his brother. A backhand slap, using all his strength, contained all the fear, anger and pain. James staggered back, lost his balance, and finally fell to the ground, "I... I'm very sorry. "
Oh, is it okay to be sorry, James?" You, and my dear old sister and kind father, yes, I haven't figured it out yet, but one day I will take revenge on you, I swear to God! Lannister is in debt. "Tyrion staggered away, nearly tripping over the jailer again, but within a dozen yards he was stopped by an iron gate. Oh, God! He just wanted to scream.
James leaned over. "I have the key."
"Then open the door." Tyrion avoided him.
James inserted the key, pushed the door open, walked out first, then turned around and said, "Are you coming?"
"Let's go our separate ways," Tyrion paced out the door, "give me the key, I'll find it myself. Varys." He lifted his head and looked at his brother with his large and small eyes. "James, can you hit with your left hand?"
"At least not worse than you," James said bitterly.
"Okay, next time we meet, we can have a good match, just you and me - the crippled and the dwarf."
James handed him a bunch of keys, "I told you the truth, you should too I'm honest. Did you do it? Did you poison it?"
This question was like a sharp knife, stirring in his belly. "You want to know the truth?" Tilly Subaru asked back, "Well, let me tell you, Joffrey has a worse character than Aerys. He stole his father's dagger and gave it to his servants to kill Brandon Shi. Tucker, do you know about this?"
"I...I think so."
"Yes, a 'son' wants to be a 'father'. When he gains power, he'll probably kill me too—why not? I'm short and ugly, and I'm born with sin."
"You didn't answer my question."
"You poor stupid, crippled, blind fool, do you really want me to say it word by word? Very well, Great, listen: Cersei is a lousy bitch who lies and never blinks, as far as I know, she slept with Lancel, Osmond Kettleblack, and even Moonchild! People call me a monster, yes! I killed your heinous, well-deserved son!" He forced himself to smile. Under the dim light, there is no doubt that he has a ferocious face.
James turned and walked away without saying a word.
Tyrion witnessed his brother's long legs striding away, and a part of his heart just wanted to rush up and tell him that what he just said was not true, and just wanted to beg his brother's forgiveness.
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