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Fools bend easily. Proud men, vain men, rich men – all easy, all the same.
Tyrion has always had a knack for getting men to dance to his tune, caper as they expected a dwarf to caper for them. His mistake lay in failing to notice anything more than the sharpness of his mind and tongue lent him strength. In the absence of power and riches, he discovers a gift for survival. A meal of ambition washed down with rage.
Tired of playing with shadows, stripped of his name and purse, under Meereen’s motley walls, Tyrion Lannister reaches for the sun.