Duty or Desire // Jon Snow // Robb Stark

55. Comfort?

Odetta heard of Joffreys death. She thought it would bring her a sense of comfort, but it didn't. Joffrey was evil yes, but Tywin and Cersei stood tall still. It was going to take her a moon or more to get to the wall. She was south of the twins and thought it best to move through the neck and stay out of the Freys region, she stayed hidden in the shadows. She made her way slowly, all alone, tears no longer fell from her face her eyes dried no matter how much she wanted to cry.

She would go through Moat Cailin towards winterfell, but she heard news of the Boltons taking over winterfell, she adjusted course again. Moving through the Dreadfort instead. She didn't know the boltons but anyone that took over Winterfell, claiming it as their own were not people she wanted to associate with. Odie was so angry, so angry, her sadness turned to anger, her pain turned to rage. She sat staring into the small fire she had made, a plan hatched in her mind.

'I should storm the fucking capital.' Odie told her horse and only company on these cold and lonely nights. But he wasn't much of a talker. 'I should!' odie told him. 'don't give me that look.' Her horse, Jordy, he neighed. 'I should. I should!' he wiped his tail as though he understood. 'its in the wrong direction,' she said miserably.

Another neigh.

'but someone just needs the strength to kill them. so not care about the repercussions... someone needs to end them once and for all.'

Odie turned back to the trail she had rode for days on end. It would take her forever to get back, would they even let her in the gates or would they kill her on sight? Would they know what she looked like? What would sandor say if he knew that she was going to risk her life just to avenge her family... Odie got closer to the fire, curling her knees into her chest. Her mind raced, a sob stuck in her throat. The silence was echoing, deathening. She kicked at the fire, sending sparks in all directions.

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Tyrion spoke up catching everyone's attention.

"Father, I wish to confess. I wish to confess!' Tyrion declared.

'You wish to confess?" Tywin looked pleased as he leaned forward in the Iron Throne. Tyrion turned to the crowd.

"I saved you. I saved this city. All your worthless lives. I should have let Stannis kill you all." Everyone watching happily turned angry, yelling and shouting in outrage.

"Tyrion, do you wish to confess?" Tywin said loudly to get the crowd to quiet down and get his sons attention.

"Yes, father. I'm guilty. Guilty. Is that what you want to hear?"

"You admit you poisoned the king?"

"No. Of that, I'm innocent. I'm guilty of a far more monstrous crime. I'm guilty of being a dwarf." Tyrion informed him. Tywin scoffed.

"You are not on trial for being a dwarf." Tywin reminded him.

"Oh, yes I am. I've been on trial for that my entire life."

"Have you nothing to say in your defense?"

"Nothing but this... I did not do it." He then turned to Cersei, his anger bursting out of him, "I did not kill Joffrey, but I wish that I had! Watching your vicious bastard die gave me more relief than a thousand lying whores!" Tyrion then turned to the crowd his eyes ablaze with anger, "I wish I was the monster you think I am! I wish I had enough poison for the whole pack of you! I would gladly give my life to watch you all swallow it!" his audience started shouting again.

"Ser Meryn! Ser Meryn, escort the prisoner back to his cell!" Tywin shouted over the crowd. Tyrion glared with complete hatred towards his father.

"I will not give my life for Joffery's murder and I know I'll get no justice here, so I will let the gods decide my fate. I demand a trial by combat." The crowd erupted with anger shouts and cries demanding his head. Tyrion would live another day but still he felt defeated as he was escorted back to the dungeon.