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

Chapter 25: Lannister Steel

When I closed my eyes, I was back in that damnable field. I'm so tired of these dreams. All they do is torment me. The nights where I sleep normally come less and less. I am consumed by prophecies and visions.

As I stood motionless, I saw a woman approaching me. As she got closer, I recognized her to be my mother. She was crying and her neck was slit, dripping blood.

"Ciara, the Lannisters did this to me.. To us."

She raised her hand and pointed to a figure behind me. I hesitantly turned around to see who she was pointing to. It was Robb. Robb's body with Grey Wind's head where his own should've been. In his hands, he held his own decapitated head, blood slowly dripping from the base of his neck.

"The Lannisters murdered your mother and your eldest brother," his head said with an angry tone.

"They've defiled us," Sansa said from my right, sobbing and holding up her dress as she did the day Joffrey aimed a crossbow at the both of us when Meryn Trant ripped it.

"Not all of the Lannisters did that. Tyrion saved you!" I protested, collapsing to my knees as my family surrounded me.

"You love him?" they all asked in unison.

"You're not my family, not really! You're figments of my imagination, made up by my unconscious mind!"

They didn't respond, they were as silent as corpses. Suddenly, all three of them pointed to the side opposite of Sansa. I hesitantly turned to see what they were gesturing to.

My two youngest brothers stood side by side on a pyre. They both looked at me, their sad eyes gleaming with thick, wet tears.

"Ciara, did you forget?" Bran asked, hugging Rickon close to him.

"If you give love to an enemy, they'll end up hurting you," said Theon, appearing from behind them.

Before I could move or speak, Theon lit the pyre ablaze. Bran and Rickon didn't scream. They didn't struggle. They simply stared at me as the fire consumed their flesh and bones. I covered my mouth with my hand.

"It's not real, it's not real," I muttered to myself, but the false comforts I spoke were in vain. Even with the confirmation that Rickon lived, I still couldn't bear to see this.

Theon approached me. He was displaying the sigil of a kraken. House Greyjoy. Did he truly abandon the Stark colors? We raised him, took him in after his father gave him up.

He grabbed me by my shoulders, his grasp hard and cold. The more I struggled, the more pain he would put me in.

"You're hurting me, Theon!"

"Those who have eyes cannot see! Only the blind have sight!" Theon shouted, his grip tightening.

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"Ñuha riña!" Grim Mite shouted, shaking me.

As I came to, I noticed I was frantically squirming about on the ground. Do dreams make you react like this?

"Theon," I said softly as I recovered from my nightmare in Grim Mite's arms.

"Hush, it was just a dream."