Lioness // Ser Bronn // GoT

Disappointing child

'A raven arrive from the citadel this morning your grace and we have received reports from maesters all over and has declared this great summer is done. The longest summer in living memory,' maester Pycelle told them

'Most think that long summers mean even longer winters,' Varys noted.

'I would not call on superstition' the grand maester said.

'We have enough supplies to last five years but any longer we can deal with a few were peasants.' Petyr said

'The city is dying and with nowhere to house them once winter comes we expect the worst-'

'Close the citadel... How did you even get a title, youre not a Lord.' Cersei remarked.

'I own my titles to your Lord father Tywins generosity.' Petyr told them.

'Then shut the gates they belong in the field not in our capital.' Cersei informed them.

'Yes your grace.' Then whistling was heard as Tyrion and Tya came in.

'Don't get up' Tyrion told them 'hello big sister,' cersei wore her usual scowl when it came to tyrion. 'this weather agrees with you.' Tyrion kissed her cheek before heading to his seat at the small council table. 'Forgive the interruption everyone...'

'Cersei,' Tya said sweetly, cersei smiled at her little sister. The one person besides Jaime that cersei actually loved. 'you look lovely, being a widow suits you.' Tya teased. Cersei pulled her sister to her happily.

'it does, doesn't it?' cersei murmured. 'where is Jaime has he returned as well?'

'No... hes...'

'I am here on important business.' Tyrion cut in.

'What are you doing here?' Cersei questioned a snide expression pointed at Tyrion as she held onto Tya hand.

'It's been a remarkable journey. I pissed off the edge of the wall, I slept in the sky, fought with the Hill Tribes so many adventures, so much to be thankful for.' Tyrion remarked.

'What are you doing here? This is the small council.' Cersei reminded him. 'Tya has attended them for years, but you... you prefer other sorts of entertainment.' Cersei reminded him.

'Yes well I do believe the hand of the King is welcome at all small council meetings,' Tyrion told her.

'Father is hand of the King' she corrected

'Yes but in his absence...' Tyrion pulled out a note varys read it over

'Your father. Has named Tyrion hand of the King in his absence.' Varys informed her.

'Everyone out! Everyone out!' Cersei screamed, her nails digging into Tyas hand but Tyrion did not move. 'I would like to know how you tricked father into this.' Cersei demanded. Tya scoffed.

'If I was capable into tricking father I would be the emperor of the world by now,' Tyrion informed her with a grin as he poured himself a drink.

'Father came to this without any trickery sister.' Tya added.

'you did this?' cersei questioned her.

'nope. But I support Tyrion, I will make sure he keeps his head, unlike poor ned stark... what the fuck was Joffrey thinking!' tya shouted. Cersei turned her face away from them, she had no control over her son, the king.

'you brought this on yourself.' Tyrion remarked.

'I've done nothing!' Cersei told him

'Quite right you did nothing.' tyrion told her. 'when your shit of a son called for Ned starks head and now the entire north has risen up against you.'

'I tried to stop it' she told them.

'Did you? Well you failed.' Tyrion sassed. 'Yes, that bit of theater will haunt our family for generations.' Tyrion informed her.

'Rob Stark is a child!' Cersei declared.

'a very skilled child at that.' tya added. 'a child that has our brother.' Cersei face soured.

'A child who has won every battle he has fought,' tyrion reminded her 'do you understand what losing the war means?'

'What do you know about war?' Cersei spat.

'Nothing.' Tyrion admitted. 'But I know people. And I know the people hate each other almost as much as they hate us.'

'Joffrey is King.'

'Joffrey is King.' Tyrion agreed.

'Lord help us.' Tya muttered.

''You are here to advise him' cersei said looking down to him.

'Only here to advise him.' tyrion agreed. 'if the king listens to what I have to say the king might just get his uncle Jaime back.' Tyrion told her and that caught her attention.

'How?' she questioned pathetically.

'Do you love your children it is your one redeeming quality, the starks also love their children and we have two of them.' Tyrion reminded her.

'One of them' cersei corrected

'One?' He spat.

'Arya?' Tya questioned not seeing her at the name day celebration.

'Arya the little one got away' cersei confirmed.

'What in a puff of smoke? We had three, three starks to trade. you chopped ones head off and let one escape. Father would be furious.' Tyrion told her letting out a deep breath before a smirk appeared on his face. 'Must be hard for you. To be the disappointing child,' tyrion smacked his lips together finishing his glass of wine. Cerseis eyes drifted to Tyrion in vain.

'I wouldn't know what that's like.' Tya remarked. 'I'm his perfect little girl.' Cersei swatted at her. 'lets get you back in his good graces.' Tya told her. 'lets get a handle on your son.'