[And there is a truth to that. Whatever ill Tyrion might think of Cersei, he was never anything but kind to Myrcella, as kind as he was permitted to be. And whatever Cersei might think of Tyrion, Jaime thinks the opposite. He loves his brother, and knows well the more secret virtues of which Tyrion might boast. There is a sort of kindness to him, for all the cruelty of his japes and the sharpness of his wit. Was he thinking of Myrcella's happiness when he made the marriage arrangement? Perhaps a little. Who can say, save for Tyrion, who isn't here to say at all. But even the accident of happiness would likely please Tyrion, or so Jaime likes to think--perhaps to his fault. He can't see evil in his own brother very well.]
And you were well to be so far from Stannis Baratheon. I understand he was a threat to the city for some time. If only he could grind down its great walls so easily as he's said to grind down his own teeth, then it would all have gone very differently for him.
[As to his own happiness, that takes Jaime rather aback for a moment. Happiness is not something he much considers. In the privacy of his own counsel, he looks down at his missing hand.]
You're kind to think of me, Myrcella. I am-- [Not, is the true answer. Without his sword hand, without Cersei--] --certainly happier than I was in the riverlands. Not a difficult score to overcome.
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[And there is a truth to that. Whatever ill Tyrion might think of Cersei, he was never anything but kind to Myrcella, as kind as he was permitted to be. And whatever Cersei might think of Tyrion, Jaime thinks the opposite. He loves his brother, and knows well the more secret virtues of which Tyrion might boast. There is a sort of kindness to him, for all the cruelty of his japes and the sharpness of his wit. Was he thinking of Myrcella's happiness when he made the marriage arrangement? Perhaps a little. Who can say, save for Tyrion, who isn't here to say at all. But even the accident of happiness would likely please Tyrion, or so Jaime likes to think--perhaps to his fault. He can't see evil in his own brother very well.]
And you were well to be so far from Stannis Baratheon. I understand he was a threat to the city for some time. If only he could grind down its great walls so easily as he's said to grind down his own teeth, then it would all have gone very differently for him.
[As to his own happiness, that takes Jaime rather aback for a moment. Happiness is not something he much considers. In the privacy of his own counsel, he looks down at his missing hand.]
You're kind to think of me, Myrcella. I am-- [Not, is the true answer. Without his sword hand, without Cersei--] --certainly happier than I was in the riverlands. Not a difficult score to overcome.