"TYRION could be here" she thought, "I've never been in this part of the Red Keep before. There could be TYRION anywhere." The cool wind felt good against her bare chest. "I HATE TYRION" she thought. The Rains of Castamere reverberated her entire castle, making it pulsate even as the nine-dragon wine circulated through her powerful thick veins and washed away her (merited) fear of valonqars after dark. "With a torturer, you can get any information you want" she said to herself, out loud.