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tsk tsk" He used to enjoy the way some people's faces crinkled when they were listening to him; their eyes narrowed and their mouths drew down into the shapes of people thinking about something very secret. It made him laugh. It was the jagged sort of laughter, the sort that comes from a man thinking about things he shouldn't. That was the sort of place he came from, though he wasn't from there any longer. His mum and dad were from the town of Casterly Rock and they had been married for seven years, but they'd not had any children yet. Well, _he_ wasn't really their child anyway. His mother had only ever wanted a son and so she was disappointed when the baby was a girl. When she was a young woman she had wanted a baby girl as well, but it wasn't to be. The gods were always being cruel to her, as they were to all the High Septon's wives. His sister could have grown up to be just like him. Not that she had. He had his own adventures, mostly on the other side of the world. He had reached the age of seventeen and was now an apprentice of Lord Tywin Lannister. Only a few days before, Joffrey had forced his hand. He would have liked to say it was an accident, that some stranger had attacked him on the street, but his lie would not have been believed. He was Tyrion Lannister, the Imp, a monster from the worst nightmare of Kings and Queens. He was staring at them, he realized, while he was thinking about that. Joffrey, Sansa, Renly and Stannis... all his friends. He had felt sorry for them, it was true. He had often thought they had no idea how much harm they were doing. But they didn't care, not any more than he did. Joffrey was murdering one hundred thousand men, maybe more. He was killing men just because he could, men who served him and loved him. The poor bastards who gave him his own seat in the small council, they had seen him sitting there beside the King, they had seen him smile. He had seen him smile. He had been there when Joffrey gave the High Septon's wife a brooch for being so good at talking to ladies. He had known why it was there. If a man could laugh, it


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