The Prince of Thorns

👑Two Queen's👑

Ser Bronn and a whore lie abed, enjoying themselves.

BRONN: "What if you took off that bit there?"

WHORE: "Don't you want to leave something to the imagination?"

BRONN: "Trouble is, I've never had much imagination."

She rises.

WHORE: "I want you to take it off."

Bronn moves to remove it, and she tsks, putting her finger to her lips.

WHORE: "Mouth."

A door opens, and Alester enters.

ALESTER: "Ser Bronn. Ser Bronn."

BRONN: "Alester please leave me be. I need this."

ALESTER: "And yet your needed somewhere else more friend."

BRONN: "Back away. Keep backing away till you're outside this establishment. Then back away some more."

ALESTER: "Tyrion needs us."

BRONN: "I reckon he can manage fine."

ALESTER: "He said it was a matter of life and death."

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Tyrion looks at his scar in the mirror. There is a knocking at the door.

TYRION: "Alester?"

CERSEI: "It's your sister. The queen."

Tyrion puts down the mirror and moves a stool to the door. He opens the door's window looks through the door to see Cersei and Kingsguard members Ser Meryn Trant and Ser Mandon Moore.

TYRION: "What are they doing here?"

CERSEI: "Protecting me, I assume. Will you let me in?"

TYRION: "No, I don't think so."

CERSEI: "If I wanted to kill you, do you think I'd let a wooden door stop me?"

Tyrion considers.

TYRION: "They stay outside."

CERSEI: "I'm not afraid of you, little brother."

Tyrion grabs an axe and opens the door cautiously. As soon as Cersei enters, he secures the door closed.

TYRION: "Why are you here?"

CERSEI: "I wanted to see your face. They said you'd lost your nose, but it's not as gruesome as all that."

TYRION: "The man who cut me lost more than his nose."

CERSEI: "I should hope so. The rebels came for Joffrey's head, they lost their own. Thanks to Father."

TYRION: "Thanks to Father. Of course, it wasn't a rebel who tried to kill me."

CERSEI: "No? Curious. Bit of a comedown from chamber of the Hand. But then I don't suppose you need much room."

Tyrion pours himself some wine.

TYRION: "Grand Maester Pycelle made the same joke. You must be proud to be as funny as a man whose balls brush his knees."

CERSEI: "You're meeting Father today?"

TYRION: "How do you know that?"

CERSEI: "Because I have hundreds of spies in my employ. The Master of Whisperers owes me a favor or two. Father told me. What do you want from him?"

TYRION: "What do I want from him? He's my father. Do I need to want something? I'm sure he loves me dearly, as any father loves his child, his baby boy. Yet he hasn't come to visit once since arriving in King's Landing. I lay here, my face split in half, but Father never came."