No man threatens His Grace in the presence of the Kingsguard. ” Tyrion Lannister raised an eyebrow. “I am not threatening the king, ser, I am educating my nephew. Bronn, Timett, the next time Ser Boros opens his mouth, kill him. ” The dwarf smiled. “Now that was a threat, ser. See the difference?
Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs. " And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune. When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.