Frost // Tyrion Lannister // Sandor Clegane

Lancel

'Lancel...' alina said coming into tyrions room, she had to wipe away her tears and push down what made her human, her emotions and deal with the problem at hand. She took a deep breath as she entered Tyrions room, Lancel was already there.

'Lady frost.' He looked at her nervously.

'Cersei must have great trust in you allowing you into her chamber during the hour of the wolf,' Tyrion said smirking over at Frosty.

'the Queen regent has a great many responsibilities she often works from dust till dawn,' Lancel told him

'She must be glad to have you helping her from dusk till dawn.' Tyrion walked past him smelling his sisters fragrance on lancel. 'lavender oil always was Cersei's favorite. Lavender oil even as a girl... tell me did Cersei tell you of her plans before or after she took you to her bed?'

'What?'

'Nothing to say? no more warnings for me?' Tyrion questioned as Alina sat down bored. She tried to push down her feelings but she loved sandor, she hated making him feel like he wasn't worth her time but this was important the lives of everyone at the capital was in danger if Joffrey continued on his reign of terror.

'You will withdraw these filthy accusations,' Lancel said reaching for his blade.

'Don't threaten Tyrion' alina warned. 'Im quicker than your blade.'

'Have you ever wondered what king Joffrey will have to say when he finds out you've been bedding his mother?' Tyrion smirked back at Alina.

'It's not my fault-' lancel began.

'Did she take you against your will? Can you not defend yourself knight?' Alina spat.

'Your father was here, when I was named Squier he told me to obey her in everything!' Lancel told Tyrion his eyes flickering back and forth between the two, alina was forging a blade from her palm, twirling the ice made blade in between her fingers.

'Did he tell you to fuck her too?' Tyrion questioned.

'I only meant I did as I was bid.' Lancel said desparately.

'Every moment... is that what you expect me to believe? You call knighthood my sister spreading open her legs for you at night,' Tyrion laughed, a grin on alinas lips. They were going to have this boy eating out of the palm of their hands. 'oh yes it must've been terrible... Wait here the king want to hear this.' Tyrion insisted, walking off.

'No!' lancel pleaded, 'my Lord I beg of you!' he said dropping to his knees

'Save it for Joffrey loves a good grovel,' Tyrion informed him.

'It was your sister's bidding, the queen. I will stop.' Lancel told him.

'No I think not.' Alina told him, 'you are weak and weak men don't stop, they kept going for fear of losing their heads.'

'couldn't have said it better myself Frosty.' Tyrion agreed.

'My Lord?' lancel questioned.

'You heard me. My father told you to stay close to her side, keep her trust, pleasure her whenever she requires, no one ever need to know... as long as you keep favor with me. I want to know what cersei's doing. Where she goes. Who she sees. What they talk of, everything. And you will tell me.' Tyrion told him.

'yes my lord I will I swear it, as you command.' Lancel agreed.

'Rise rise!' Tyrion said clapping 'lets drink to our understanding, oh... you don't have a cup.' Tyrion looked to the glass at Alina's lips, downing it. 'Smile cousin my sister is a beautiful woman and it's all for the good of the realm.' tyrion said closing the door on him 'go back and tell her that I beg her forgiveness but I want no more conflict between us hence forth I shall do nothing without her consent.' Tyrion told him.

'Her demands?' lancel questioned cautiously.

'Oh yes Pycelle will be released in the morning. I will allow her to keep them as a pet if she wants but I will not have him on the council. I could swear that I did not harm a single hair on his head but... That would not be strictly speaking true.' tyrion said shutting the door. He turned to alina. 'whats wrong frosty? Mad you didn't get to frost him?' Tyrion teased.

'Night Tyrion.' Alina said putting down her cup.

'Wait, wait.' He grabbed her hand. 'whats wrong love?'

'its to fucking hot here.' She muttered.

'the north isn't safe.' Tyrion reminded her.

'no place is safe.' She corrected ' but I'm a frost. I'm supposed to be invincible. A machine. A weapon.'

'weapons don't have hearts.' Tyrion told her. 'you are a living breathing woman. Tell me whats wrong.' Tyrion pleaded.

'I fucked things up with a friend...' alina told him.

'you have friends besides me?' he teased.

'Fuck off.' She muttered leaving. But again he grabbed her hand.

'Stay.' He requested.

'Goodnight Tyrion,' she whispered kissing his cheek.