Tyrion turned back to his siblings. Do me no kindnesses, Father, he said angrily. I'll be pleased to take her back if you'd prefer a toothless drab. Give them an axe to split logs, and they cut off their own foot.
A kindness, there. He sat cross-legged beside the fire, honing the edge of his longsword with an oilstone. No doubt he was smiling. She seldom had to light a fire.
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