She grinned at him. Also, he said, wiping his mouth, Daeren Targaryen was only eighteen when he died. Keep your quarrels out of my armory, or I'll make them my quarrels. In those days he could run down stairs, get on and off his pony by himself, and wield a wooden sword good enough to knock Prince Tommen in the dirt.
Tyrion had accepted with a smile. I'll not be getting near those monsters. He forced himself to look up at the gaoler. He had beaten everyone that Ser Alliser had sent against him, yet it gained him nothing.
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