Rating - M (language and Qyburn)
Genre - Angst Word-count - 87 I'm waiting in my cold cell Don't know is day or night. Always torches here. And that chainless bastard! Just leave! Damned chains! Step closer, I'll bite your fucking hand off! Not quite off, but he yells. Damned chains. Hey, that's my intestines! Sharp your knife or I'll screw it in all your holes! Stop whistling Dornishman's Wife! Shut up! Danmed chains. I want to scratch my back...