Dragon Queen's Revenge

Dragon Apocalypse

        In the dead of Winter, Tyrion Lannister shivered lightly at the cold, Winter winds as he sat, rather uncomfortably in a horse-drawn carriage, on his way to Winterfell. King Bran had received a distressing letter from Queen Sansa so naturally, The Hand of The King was sent to check on her rather than The King, himself. Tyrion let out a sigh, creating a temporary puff of vapor as he wondered if The Kingdom would survive without his presence since Bran never really did much. Tyrion may as well have been King, himself since he was always the one making all of the political decisions. Of course, that was his plan all along when insisting that Bran The Broken be made King of The Seven Kingdoms.

        Tyrion knew that Bran never did anything useful so he knew that unlike with Joffery, his father and Daenerys, he would actually have some control for once in his life. He would also finally have some safety for once in his life. Tyrion almost had everything he wanted aside from a family of whom loved him. Lacking that one thing made Tyrion feel so empty, so bitter. He felt a sense of pride in knowing that he had avenged his brother, the last, remaining person to truly care for him, by successfully convincing Jon to stab Daenerys through her cold, wicked heart.

        His thoughts then began to trail to just how much blood he had on his own, little hands as he began to dwell on the fact that every King and Queen of whom had attempted to murder him had ultimately met a gruesome end, almost always by his hands in some form or another, aside from Joffery. Even though he disapproved of Daenerys' decision to burn King's Landing, deep down, Tyrion felt a thrill from having had a slight hand in causing the many deaths of a town of whom had tried to execute him for a crime he did not commit. Dread then began to fill Tyrion at how much a small part of him was beginning to enjoy the blood on his hands as paranoia began to set in. Tyrion then began to ponder over how long it would take Bran to snap out of his little trances and turn on him as well, ultimately forcing Tyrion to end the new King's life in self-defense. Tears escaped from Tyrion's mismatched eyes as his breathing began to increase from slight panic, creating more puffs of vapor.

        Tyrion quickly reached up to wipe his tears away as his breaths became shaky. Silently, he wondered what he was becoming and if he were losing his mind.

        "We've arrived in Winterfell, My Lord." The man of whom had been drawing the carriage announced, startling Tyrion enough to cause him to gasp softly. With another, shaky sigh, Tyrion quickly wiped away the last of his tears before exiting the carriage, in a hurry to no longer be left alone with his troubling thoughts.

        "I received your letter..." Tyrion simply explained once he had been escorted into the Throne-room by Sansa's guards.

        "Where is my brother?" Sansa softly inquired even though part of her already knew that Bran would never come for her.

        "Back in King's Landing..." Tyrion replied with a sigh, knowing that Bran would not even be preforming his duties as King. Tyrion and Sansa both knew that all Bran ever did nowadays was sit beneath The Weirwood Tree, staring off into space. Tyrion would be lucky if King Bran would not be assassinated by the time he returned.

        "Follow me..." Sansa somberly instructed as a single tear escaped from her eye. She really needed the support of a family member at the moment and with Arya halfway across Westeros, Sansa practically felt abandoned.

        "I would like a moment alone with Lord Tyrion..." Sansa instructed her guards to leave once she had led Tyrion into her bedroom. Tyrion then jumped at the sound of a baby's cries as he finally took notice of the small crib that resided next to Sansa's bed.

        "It's Ramsay's..." Sansa sharply stated the name of the infant's father as Tyrion approached to get a closer look at the sobbing child.

        "Every time I look at him, all I can see is the face of that monster..." Sansa coldly explained as Tyrion placed his hands on the edge of the tiny crib. Once the infant had gotten a look at Tyrion, the baby's cries grew silent as he reached out to touch Tyrion's face with a tiny giggle.