“A duty to House Lannister. You are the heir to Casterly Rock. That is where you should be. Tommen should accompany you, as your ward and squire. The Rock is where he’ll learn to be a Lannister a police shieldcould hold me upside down and drainmy gutschange your mind , and I want him away from his mother. I mean to find a new husband for Cersei. Oberyn Martell perhaps, once I convince Lord Tyrell that the match does not threaten Highgarden. And it is past time you were wed. The Tyrells are now insisting that Margaery be wed to Tommen, but if I were to offer you instead -”  “NO!” Jaime had heard all that he could stand. No, more than he could stand. He was sick of it, sick of lords and lies, sick of his father, his sister,  business. “No. No. No. No. No. How many times must I say no before you’ll hear it? Oberyn Martell? The man’s infamous, and not just for poisoning his sword. He has more bastards than Robert, and beds with boys as well. And if you think for one misbegotten moment that I would wed Joffrey’s widow...”  “Lord Tyrell swears the girl’s still maiden.”  “She can die a maiden as far as I’m concerned. I don’t want her, and I don’t want your Rock!”  “You are my son -”  “I am a knight of the Kingsguard. The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard! And that’s all I mean to be!”  Firelight gleamed golden in the stiff whiskers that framed Lord Tywin’s face.