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"Why didn't you run away?" Tyrion asks me in low voice and looks in my eyes. "You had the chance. Yet, you are here. Why?" "Because I always keep my promises." I say with a soft smile on my lips. "And what about the prices you have to pay?" He asks me again and sits next to me on the filthy floor. "Lady Stark... I don't know what you were thinking by returning in the Red Keep, but know that my father won't go smooth on you." He whispers with a sigh and shakes his head. "He will torture you and won't rest until sees your rotting corpse." "I know." I admit and smile. "But I am not going to die like this... I don't want my name to be faded in the history..." I whisper again with wild smile spread on my bruised lips. "I am not that easy to kill."
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