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

Chapter 33: Valahd

One Month Later

'To whom it may concern,'

My quill hesitated a minute above the paper. To whom it may concern... Such a broad term. Who would I be writing to? It doesn't matter anyway, take this as a final confession.

I set down my quill and sighed. I was terrified. We were sailing on a warship to a battle and I was unsure if I'd survive or not. Daenerys wanted me fighting with her army since I am competent with both bow and sword.

I heard a knock on my doorframe.

"Come in," I said, not looking up from my work.

I heard inquisitive footsteps behind me. A hand brushed my shoulder and glanced at the parchment I was writing on.

"I know, I know. It's cliché. I just wanted to get my thoughts down on paper."

"No, no, I understand. I'm really not sure what Daenerys is thinking. You're one of her valued advisors."

"I'm her Master of Laws, you are her hand. Of course we are paramount to her rule."

"You'll be fine. You had the luck to survive a long journey in Westeros, surely you can survive a battle."

"I got captured twice, I wouldn't call that lucky."

"I'd rather be captured than dead," Tyrion countered.

"Hm... You have me there," I said, setting my quill down. It was then I remembered the red woman and what she said. "Tyrion, can I be honest with you?..."

"Of course. I prefer it when we're honest with each other."

"I was told something.... horrifying.... when I first  arrived on Dragonstone by a woman, one who I believe to be a red priestess. I'm alive, yes, but I died the night you married my sister. Cersei killed me."

"No, that couldn't be, Ciara. Those women preach about grumkins and snarks. Don't tell me you believe her, do you?"

I could tell by his tone that he was hiding something. Either that, or he was burying something deep down, trying to suppress it and failing.

"Tyrion, you said you found me that night and called for the maester. Was I breathing?"

"I-" he hesitated a moment. "Ciara, that was so long ago.. You were cold, yes, but dead? That's just.."

"Tyrion, I understand if it's not easy for you to remember, but if you can think of anything that would be useful to me, I need to know. You told me yourself that you prefer it when we're honest with each other."

Tyrion's breath whistled through his teeth as he put a fist up to his lips.

"You didn't have a pulse that night, Ciara... I tried so hard to find one, but you were dead. I held you for a moment. I thought that I had lost my friend, my confidant, and, as I realized that night, the woman I had fallen for. I then called for Grand Maester Pycelle, hoping you had the slimmest chance of being saved. I thought he had succeeded and me not being able to find your pulse was a delusion. I was wrong, I suppose..."