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    “And you want your own reward, is that it? Very well. What is it you would have of me? Lands, a castle, some office?”

    “A little bloody gratitude would make a nice start.”

    Lord Tywin stared at him unblinking. “Mummers and monkeys require applause. So did Aerys, for that matter. You did as you were commanded, and I am sure it was to the best of your ability. No one denies the part you played.”

    “The partI played?” What nostrils Tyrion had left must surely have flared. “I saved your bloody city, it seems to me.”

    “Most people seem to feel that it was my attack on Lord Stannis’s flank that turned the tide of battle. Lords Tyrell, Rowan, Redwyne, and Tarly fought nobly as well, and I’m told it was your sister Cersei who set the pyromancers to making the wildfire that destroyed the Baratheon fleet.”

    “While all I did was get my nosehairs trimmed, is that it?” Tyrion could not keep the bitterness out of his voice.

    “Your chain was a clever stroke, and crucial to our victory. Is that what you wanted to hear? I am told we have you to thank for our Dornish alliance as well… if there is nothing else…”

    “You have important letters, yes.” Tyrion rose on unsteady legs, closed his eyes for an instant as a wave of dizziness washed over him, and took a shaky step toward the door. Later, he would reflect that he should have taken a second, and then a third. Instead he turned. “What do I want, you ask? I’ll tell you what I want. I want what is mine by rights. I want Casterly Rock.”

    His father’s mouth grew hard. “Your brother’s birthright?”

    “The knights of the Kingsguard are forbidden to marry, to father children, and to hold land, you know that as well as I. The day Jaime put on that white cloak, he gave up his claim to Casterly Rock, but never once have you acknowledged it. It’s past time. I want you to stand up before the realm and proclaim that I am your son and your lawful heir.”

    Lord Tywin’s eyes were a pale green flecked with gold, as luminous as they were merciless. “Casterly Rock,” he declared in a flat cold dead tone. And then, “Never.”

    “Why?” he made himself ask, though he knew he would rue the question.

    “You ask that? You, who killed your mother to come into the world? You are an ill-made, devious, disobedient, spiteful little creature full of envy, lust, and low cunning. Men’s laws give you the right to bear my name and display my colors, since I cannot prove that you are not mine. To teach me humility, the gods have condemned me to watch you waddle about wearing that proud lion that was my father’s sigil and his father’s before him. But neither gods nor men shall ever compel me to let you turn Casterly Rock into your whorehouse.”

                                              -George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords­­

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Stannis-  Heard you were dead.                                        
Davos-  Not yet. I had hoped to speak to you alone, your grace.            
Stannis- We are alone.                                                                                  
Davos- Your Grace, you are the rightful king. Not only by blood. You’re an honorable man, a just man, and there is still a war to fight.
Stannis-  I am fighting.                                                                                
Davos- By burning prisoners alive?                                                            
Melisandre-  How would you punish the infidels, Ser Davos?                        
Davos-  I do not judge people for the gods they worship. If I did, I’d have thrown you in the sea before you ever set foot on Dragonstone.                    
Melisandre-  I’m not your enemy.                                                                
Davos-  You are my enemy.                                                                
Melisandre-  Was it me you fought on Blackwater bay? Did I set your ships ablaze? I wasn’t there when the wildfire killed our men by the thousands. I could have saved those men. If you would have taken the city, Stannis would sit upon his rightful throne and you would stand beside him. But I wasn’t there because you convinced your king to leave me behind. Do you hear them screaming? All those burning men in the water? Crying for their mothers, for their gods, for help until the moment that the black water swallowed them? Don’t despair Ser Davos. What I told your son is true. Death by fire is the purest death.
Davos-  (Lunging at Melisandre) This woman is evil! She’s the mother of demons!    
Stannis-  Take him to the dungeon. Lock him in a cell.

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“Bad men wanted to come into the city and do terrible things, but your father stopped them… You should be proud. Under King Joffrey’s leadership, your fathers saved the city. They saved us all. From now on, we’re going to take care of you.”

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