crofters daughter

Tyrion XI Asos

“…Tyrion…” Jaime is afraid. “Tell me,” Tyrion said again. His brother looked away. “Tysha,” he said softly. “Tysha?” His stomach tightened. “What of her?” “She was no whore. I never bought her for you. That was a lie that Father commanded me to tell. Tysha was… she was what she seemed to be. A crofter’s daughter, chance met on the road.” Tyrion could hear the faint sound of his own breath whistling hol owly through the scar of his nose. Jaime could not meet his eyes. Tysha. He tried to remember what she had looked like. A girl, she was only a girl, no older than Sansa. “My wife,” he croaked…

Me after reading this chapter….

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