Tyrion Lannister reached up and slapped his nephew hard across the face. Grand Maester Pycelle shook his great bald head, his chains clinking softly. Their only issue, an unnamed boy described in Malleon's tome as a large and lusty lad born with a full head of black hair, died in infancy. In time you may even learn to like him.
Lannister raised his head. Send him in. I listen to him, Robb insisted. I wanted to see them fight.
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