The She-Wolf of King's Landing • OC x Tyrion Lannister

Chapter 13: The Dress

"Tyrion, what have you done?" I asked him angrily as we were marched off to our cells.

"I said what needed to be said and now we have a trial by combat. In case you didn't notice, I saved us," he retorted.

"You're only delaying the inevitable! Do you know who will fight for us? We have no friends left in King's Landing, much less any suicidal fools on our side who know how to fight!"

"I will tell you my plan for the trial by combat later. Trust me, Ciara. I'll summon you in a few days."

"No! I'm not a servant you can order around! If a plan is to be made, we're making it together! Summon me as soon as possible!"

"Does your plan involve you trying to make deals with my brother? Guarantee you to be forced into a marriage? Call me mad, but that doesn't sit well with me. When I send for you, a sellsword by the name of Bronn will take you to my cell. I'll also ask him to take a dress to you. I'm sure you don't want to be in those rags anymore."

"Gods damn you, Tyrion," I muttered as the Kingsguard paraded us off in separate directions.

•

I laid on my bed and stared out the window. The sun shone down on me. This might be the last time I notice it. I wonder if we are reunited with our loved ones when we pass on, or if the lonely embrace of nothingness wraps around us, the darkness ever-consuming.

"Lady Ciara," Jaime said from outside my cell.

"Ser Jaime, you can come in."

He entered the cell, I sat up.

"What were the conditions for your brother's freedom?" I asked.

"Sentenced to The Wall, you'd be privately wed to me and taken to Casterly Rock."

"He clearly didn't take it. Why wouldn't his father spare him from The Wall?"

"You've met his father- my father. He's anything but easy on his precious sons."

"I'm a fool... I thought your father would be merciful on Tyrion."

"My lady, you are no fool. For a moment, you made everyone in that courtroom doubt everything that they had assumed about the trial during your testimony against Pycelle. Quite impressive. Wouldn't expect such an attitude from Eddard Stark's daughter."

"By outting your sister, I figured you'd be more mad at me."

"Not mad, more impressed. You left even my father speechless for a moment."

"Speechless or not, it never amounted to anything. We are still to be executed."

"Don't give up just yet."

"Thank you, Ser Jaime."

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I was pacing the cell. A week had passed, no word and no dress from Tyrion. I was growing anxious and angry. I have no squires, no access to the outside world aside from Jaime, but he's a Kingsguard. He can't sneak around and get any information beyond what is told to him. He'd easily be noticed.