Tyrion's Advice.

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Catherine's Room:
'Can I come in?' Tyrion opens my door.

'Yeah.' I sigh and sit on my bed.

'Catherine, don't you maybe think it's time we apologise to Cersei and say it was a mistake?' Tyrion sits next to me.

'Me? Apologise? Never.' I chuckle.

'She is your mother.' Tyrion sighs.

'I stopped looking at her as a mother when I found out she slept with my uncle.' I speak.

'Okay!' Tyrion puts his hands on my thighs. 'Too far.'

'Truth hurts.' I shrug.

'I... need to talk to you. I want to help you.' Tyrion sighs.

'With what?' I look at him.

'Your mo... Cersei wants to send you... somewhere.' Tyrion looks at me. 'And it can all be avoided if you just apologise.' Tyrion sighs.

'She will do no such thing. I am the only child of Robert Baratheon. I am to sit on the throne. Whether she likes it or not.' I speak.

Tyrion sighs and looks down.

'I promise you, Catherine, if you go and apologise you will be fine. And everything will go as planned. You will sit on the throne, and you will do as you please. All she needs is your apology.' Tyrion looks at me.

I sigh and look at Tyrion.

'Please.' Tyrion pleads.

'Never.' I look into his eyes.

Tyrion sighs.

'I'm going to sleep. Shut my door.' I lay down and cover myself with the blanket.

Tyrion walks out and shuts my door.

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