Game Of Thrones: The Lost Bastard

Chapter 5: Secrets

When i woke up from my slumber,  I tried getting up but I was sore. Ros tried to help me up "Now now, slow down my lady." I sighed. I saw a huge scrape on my inner thigh. Ros saw it and brought a candle over. "What'll that do?" I pointed. "Shh." She poured hot wax on my wound. "Ow." I yelped, startling Ros. She dropped the candle on my leg. I yelled. She picked it up as the big flame touched my leg. Nothing happened. Sure I felt pain, but no burns. She looked in awe. "You're a Targaryen!" She shouted. "Shhh! And only half. I just didn't know...." My voice swept off. "-You didn't know you had dragon's blood running through your pretty little veins." She finished my sentence.  "I did not." I looked at my wound in hatred. "But I would rather burn than be apart of the Targaryen's." The House burned my throat. I got up fine and walked out.

When I got back to Keep, I went straight to Tyrion. "My lady! You had me worried sick. Where were you?" He questioned me. "The Pleasure House." I had to stop the lies. So I went out with it. "Why?" He put on his armor. "To get you a whore... but the results of my visit weren't what I expected them to be." I sat on the bed exhausted. "A whore? I don't need one. Last thing I want." He sounded so saddened. "I wish I could please you sir.."I choked on my words. His eyes widened. "Oh, No one wants to willingly please me..." He shamed himself. He put his head on mine. He looked into my eyes, inches away from his lips. He caressed my face with the back of his hand. I kissed it. "Kisses of a Goddess." He dramatized me. "Hands of a man. A real man." I smiled. "God.. you're beautiful." He exhaled. His eyes met mine once again. So I did the unthinkable. I grabbed his handsome face and kissed him softly. "I will not let them take you away from me. As they did with Shae, I swear it my lady." I had no words. I was speechless. He kissed me again. I was in Heaven, if there was one. My heart beated fast. I kissed his neck. "Not... now." He said between breaths. "But.." I said sadly. "Far too dangerous to... do this here, but I would love to treat you as you are meant to be." He checked me out and bit his lip.

A knock interrupted my moment with Tyrion. "My lord, your presence is required in the Throne room." Maester Pycelle said.  "Why in the God's would I be needed at this hour?" He whined. "Urgent, lord Tyrion. Council meeting." Maester Pycelle coughed.
Tyrion opened the door and motioned me to come with.  "I'm not a part of the council.." I said with gloom. "And? Do you think I give a horse's ass about the Council's rules?" He said sarcastically and smirked dangerously.

When we entered the Main Hall Jamie, Pycelle, Cersei, Lord Varys and Lord Baelish expected Tyrion's arrival. But not mine. "What is she doing here? Cersei glared. "I told you not to bring your whores around here." She grinned. "She is no whore. Only a goddess that you cannot reach, even in your wildest dreams." Tyrion pulled a chair up for me. Lord Varys looked at me and slightly nodded. Pycelle just stared at the Queen. And Lord Baelish smiled with the most eye contact. I looked down at my hands. Jamie did not look up, he was ashamed. He knew better.
"So why must you pull me from my chambers?" Tyrion rolled his eyes. "Father  is coming." Jamie spoke surprisingly. Tyrion raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "Oh, he hasn't forgotten about us?"
I stayed quiet. Lord Baelish still hasn't taken his evil eyes off me. "He's coming to take a bargaining chip to the Starks." Lord Varys said. I looked up. "What.. would he be taking?" My body shook. "You, darling." Cersei laughed evilly. "She will not be made as a fool." Tyrion said. I was so shocked. "How did he know I was here?" Cersei rose her hand. "I sent a raven. Now he's coming to take you to Riverrun, you'll be Queen In The North." She laughed sarcastically. "Robb Stark wants to marry me?" My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not, I will not stand for this!" Tyrion threw his fist on the table. Cersei scoffed. "She isn't yours to keep or give away." Lord Baelish said.
"So be it." Lord Tyrion left the table, I followed, as did Lord Baelish.
Outside the Council Chambers Lord Baelish pulled us aside.
"I could take you under my name. Work for me." Baelish proposed a deal. "What's your motive Littlefinger, to take advantage of Veronica?" Tyrion turned around. "To keep her around King's Landing. So you can still see her."
Tyrion shook his head. "I won't let her sell her body.... She's too beautiful."  I smiled, "Thank you Tyrion." We parted our ways for he was going to deal with some business while I wandered the courtyards.

The day went by rather fast, I did some sword training and ate at the pub. So I went back to my room. And Tyrion was crying on the bed. "Tyrion?" I said. "She's gone. I know. But you have to--"
"No, I understand that my lady. I'm going to lose you tomorrow when my father arrives. He'll let the men touch you. He won't care." He clenched his fists.
I kissed him and this time didn't stop. It was magical and sensual. I got on top of him after I removed my gown. He was gentle, unlike Lord Petyr Baelish. I was treated like a whore to him. But a Goddess to Tyrion. He grunted. "I'm an Imp... I don't deserve your beauty." He stopped. "Shhh. Let me please you like no other could." I grabbed his face. I pushed him into me. He groaned. The taste of his lips was a combination of wine and tears. I whispered into his ear before kissing his neck, "You are like no other man I have met, and I don't want to meet any other." He looked at me with his greenish eyes and didn't look away.
His left hand remained on my waist and his right made it up to my face. I remember how Littlefinger pounded himself into me, he never taught me anything but how much of a creep he is. Tyrion was softer. Was I just a distraction from all the pain he was feeling? I couldn't think clearly. He is such a man. He slept through the night when I kept thinking that any moment now, Tywin would take me to Riverrun away from Tyrion. It was hard being inches away from him, and to think about being farther than a day's march was crazy. To marry a man that I haven't spoken to in 6 years.  I kissed Tyrion's forehead in the morning, he opened his eyes and yawned. He sat up on his bed and kissed my hand. "Thought of something my lady." I slightly liked the way he called me his lady. He smiled. "What is that my lord." I snuggled up against him. "I'll take you to the Starks, I cannot bare let you leave now." He gazed upon me. "I don't want you to hand me off to Robb Stark... that is the most painful thing I could ever think about." I swooned. "How long have you've  known him?" He said curiously drinking wine. "Since I left my mother's arms. All 16 years."
He spit out the wine. "You're 16?"
"Yes my lord." I wiped the wine off his mouth.
"It's just... I have never met someone so graceful. Most girls your age aren't mature." He looked into my eyes. "And your breasts are rather large.." he bit his lip.
"My flower bloomed early." I sat up. The blanket fell off my shoulders. "My lady... if you do not get clothed soon, I'm afraid I'll pounce."
I pulled him closer. "Then pounce you Lion." I licked my lips. His lips met mine. He kissed every part of me. I moaned. "Please be mine." I said quietly. "Only if you are mine, my lady." He put his hand in mine.
"Hear me roar!" The mood changed and i climbed on top of him. The sun shined on Tyrion like he was a god. The way he caressed me was so gentle and sexy.

"Excuse me." Lord Tywin said rudely.
I got off of Tyrion and had the blanket wrapped around me. "Get your whore out of my sight."
"She's no whore, father." Tyrion raised his voice.
"What is she then? A wench?" He glared.
"I'm Veronica Snow, Lord Tywin."
"Ah. I've heard stories from my dearest children about you, causing ruckus amongst The Red Keep." His voice deepened and closed the door.