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Somewhere near the Vale/Riverlands border
The battle was short. In the dark, Tyrion only saw the aftermath as he was dragged from his hiding bush.
Ser Brynden Tully was cleaning the blood off his sword with Bronn’s tunic.
“Is this how the mighty Blackfish won his knigthood? Slaughtering innocent men in their sleep?”
“Defenseless, not innocent.”
“I won my trial. Your nieces, with what little sense they had left, let me go. So much for Tully honor.”
Ser Brynden was amused. “I do not arrest you for your crimes, imp. But on the King’s orders.”
“Robert?” He disliked how surprised he sounded—how surprised he was.
“The raven met us at Gulltown. Your brother and sister languish in the Black Cells. How long have you known they were fucking each other?"
"A lie," Tyrion forced himself to say. Tommen, Myrcella. "My Father..."
The Blackfish grinned. "I look forward to taking him prisoner as well."
