Varys slithered to his feet, smiling in that unctuous way he had. ow you must have yearned for the sound of your sweet sister&rsquo Trip to Hong Kong & China;s voice. My lords, please, let us give them a few moments together. The woes of our troubled realm shall keep.”  Janos Slynt rose hesitantly and Grand Maester Pycelle ponderously, yet they rose. Littlefinger was the last. “Shall I tell the steward to prepare chambers in Maegor’s Holdfast?”   

“My thanks, Lord Petyr, but I will be taking Lord Stark’s former quarters in the Tower of the Hand.”  Littlefinger laughed. “You’re a braver man than me, Lannister. You do know the fate of our last two Hands?”  “Two? If you mean to frighten me, why not say four?”  

“Four?” Littlefinger raised an eyebrow flower shop hong kong. “Did the Hands before Lord Arryn meet some dire end in the Tower? I’m afraid I was too young to pay them much mind.”  “Aerys Targaryen’s last Hand was killed during the Sack of King’s Landing, though I doubt he’d had time to settle into the Tower. He was only Hand for a fortnight. The one before him was burned to death. And before them came two others who died landless and penniless in exile, and counted themselves lucky. I believe my lord father was the last Hand to depart King’s Landing with his name, properties, and parts all intact.”  

“Fascinating,” said Littlefinger. “And all the more reason I’d sooner bed down in the dungeon.”  Perhaps you’ll get that wish, Tyrion thought, but he said, “, or so I’ve heard. Whatever curse may linger over the Tower of the Hand, I pray I’m small enough to escape its notice.”  Janos Slynt laughed, Littlefinger smiled, and Grand Maester Pycelle followed them both out, bowing gravely.  

“I hope Father did not send you all this way to plague us with history lessons,” his sister said when they were alone.  “How I have yearned for the sound of your sweet voice,” Tyrion sighed to her.  

“How I have yearned to have that eunuch’s tongue pulled out with hot pincers,” Cersei replied. “Has father lost his senses? Or did you forge this letter?” She read it once more, with mounting annoyance. “Why would he inflict you on me zmot? I wanted him to come himself.” She crushed Lord Tywin’s letter in her fingers. “I am Joffrey’s regent, and I sent him a royal command!”  “And he ignored you,” Tyrion pointed out. “He has quite a large army, he can do that. Nor is he the first. Is he?”