Chapter 63
Chapter 63
Killing his father was easy. Too easy. For an Imp like him that is.
The only regret he has is having to kill the witness. The whore in Tywin Lannister’s bed. But then again, his father did worse than just kill the one in his. Because regardless of being a baseborn whore, she was his wife. And only he had the right to harm her. To punish her. Not his father. Certainly not his father’s men.
And while she was just a whore that sold herself to him just like she did to many others, that sense of comfort and companionship they shared for a few short weeks re-payed it in full. Because for the very first time in his miserable, miserable life, he finally knew what it was like to be happy. Even if it didn’t last. Even if it wasn’t real. Even if paradise turned into a tragedy.
But for all that his father was seemingly acting in his interests, he was never able to forgive the man. Not about something like that.
So killing Tywin Lannister was the understandable culmination of the disaster that was the life of his Bane. Because with no Tywin Lannister, Tyrion won’t be anyone’s Bane anymore. Or if he is, it will be through his own choices and actions and not just because he had the bad luck to be born.
For all that Tyrion was a true Lannister through right of birth and inheritance, it was as if the gods had seen to it to have a laugh at his expense. An Imp. The Bane. An unwanted child. An unwanted heir. An unwanted brother. Unloved. Unwanted. Hated.
But he learnt to wear it like armor. After all, it won’t hurt him anymore if it is true. So he drank himself into oblivion among the soft, grasping arms of Baelish’s whores. The best any money could buy. And after a while he could even pretend that the fact that most of them have their eyes closed is because of ecstasy and not the lack of wish to see his face. To see him.
But at the end of the day, who even cares about the opinions and lives of some whores?
He certainly doesn’t.
Not after Tysha.
After all, she wasn’t any different.
What about family, some innocent idiot might ask…
Tyrion hardly had anyone he considered his family anymore. Oh, he loved them. Even the most distant cousins that spat in his direction. Even his bitch of an elder sister. Even his Kingslaying traitor of a brother. But he could hardly handle seeing the sight of their disgusted faces anymore, Tommen and Myrcella are sweet children. Nothing like that monster Joffrey. Fine of face but wretched outside. Just like his lady-mother. A child learns by example after all.
But for all that he despised Joffrey, he would have never wished death upon his stupid, spoiled golden head. Because that boy, legitimate or not (most likely not), Waters or Baratheon, was of his own blood.
Then again, so was Tywin Lannister. And he still killed him.
So maybe there is something wrong with him. The Lannister that doesn’t agree with killing children but strikes down his own flesh and blood. Commits one of the gravest sins in the eyes of the Seven. Slays his own father.
But he would never be anyone’s scapegoat. He was no sacrificial lamb.
And if the Seven won’t agree, he would stand before different gods.
If the new King would seek to condemn him, he will find himself a different monarch to swear himself to. After all, they do say that the Pauper Princess is no Horselord’s whore anymore. Not that he believes that, For she may not have her Horselord to give herself to, sell herself for an army, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t others. Because once a whore, always a whore. It is just the simple truth of the matter. And at heart, all women are whores. Whether giving themselves to their husbands for new dresses or jewelry or getting payed more openly in some brothel. He has yet to meet a woman who wasn’t a whore. Once he had thought he did. But he is even thankful to his Lord father to opening his eyes to the truth of the matter. Because in the end, Tysha was nothing special, the same as everybody else. A whore.
But they now say that the Whore Princess, the last dragonspawn is a true dragonspawn now. For she hatched dragons. And that makes a previously powerless girl a player in the game. But for all her newly acquired power, it’s not like she would even know how to use it. She will need those that would guide her. Give her advice.
And he just has to be at the right place at the right time.
As for being a Lannister?
Well…
Killing Tywin would cover part of his faults. Otherwise, he has always been good at pouring mead into maiden ears. And hopefully the Princess would forget something she shouldn’t. Because once a Lannister, always a Lannister.
And no matter his relationship with the rest of the family, it is his responsibility to bring the name to glory.
For he is a Lion.
And they will hear him roar.
But as Tyrion Lannister made his escape from the cesspit of Kingslanding, not once did he think of his other ill-begotten wife.
And so for all that he meant her no ill, fate and luck had seen to it to turn away from Sansa Stark another time more.
But that was just how it was. A little girl with dreams of sweet princes and beautiful princesses should have known better than to try to play the Game. Especially from the position of Queen. For there were two Queens, a white and a black already on the board. They didn’t need competition.
In that moment though, the moment her new husband forgot of her, Sansa lost her only chance of becoming the Red Queen to her Joker. But some things were simply not meant to be.