This Is Me Trying // Tyrion Lannister // (2)

Previously

Willow // Tywin Lannister

"I will be right back." Tywin told her kissing her again. "Don't move." He kissed her again leaving a smile on her face as she plopped down on the bed trying yet again to read, her head tipped off the edge of the bed when she heard footsteps.

"You know learning to read while upside doesn't really work." Willow admitted with a laugh but the book dropped out of her hands when she saw Tyrion.

"Hello Willow." Tyrion said looking the room. She spun around getting to her feet making herself dizzy.

"Tyrion?" Willow said her head spinning. "What's going on?"

"Where is my father?" Tyrion found a crossbow in the corner of the room.

"What are you doing?" Willow questioned.

"I had something made for you...' Tywin stopped short seeing Tyrion.

"Father." Willow stood silently as Tyrion turned around pointing the crossbow at Tywin.

"Tyrion. Put down the crossbow. Who released you? Your brother, I expect. He always had a soft spot for you...." Tyrion tightened the grip on the crossbow, he had the upper hand, "This is how you want to speak to me, hmm? Shaming your father has always given you pleasure."

"All my life you've wanted me dead." Tyrion reminded him, tywin nodded in agreement. Willow looked between them, she didn't understand what was happening.

"Yes. But you refused to die. I respect that. Even admire it. You fight for what's yours. I'd never let them execute you. Is that what you fear? I'll never let Ilyn Payne take your head. You're a Lannister. You're my son." Silence filled the room while Tywin tried to read his sons expression, deciding if Tyrion was actually going to shoot him. "Willow come here love." Tywin requested.

"No. she is going to stay right where she is." Tyrion told him and Willow stared at Tywin nervously.

"I loved her." Tyrion admitted.

"Who?" Tywin countered putting down the gift he had made for Willow on the dressed.

"Shae."

"Oh, Tyrion... she was a whore, what about that don't you understand? Just put the crossbow down.' Tywin demanded but Tyrion shot at him. Willow shrieked as the arrow just barely grazed Tywin's ear. Tyrion loaded and raised the crossbow threatening his father to say that word again. "And what? You'll kill your own father? No. You're my son. Now, enough of this nonsense."

"I am your son and you sentenced me to die. You knew I didn't poison Joffrey, but you sentenced me all the same. Why?"

"Enough. Willow has no part of this and you are scaring her." Tywin demanded.

"Willow has nothing to fear from me." Tyrion assured. "It is you that deserves my rage." Tywin opened his mouth to speak but without hesitation, Tyrion released the arrow, shooting it into his father's stomach. Tywin flew backwards, hitting the wall, Willow screamed again her hands flying to her mouth. Tywin gripped the arrow, gasping in pain.

'Tywin!' Willow shouted but she was so scared to move.

"You shot me." Tywin declared, through clenched teeth. "You're no son of mine."

"I am your son." Tyrion answered while loading a new arrow. He lifted the arrow, pointing it right at his father. "I have always been your son." The next arrow hit him in the chest, right in the heart. It didn't take long before Tywin stopped moving.

Willow stared dazed at tywins body before her. She couldnt look away.

'Wh-what did you...'

'Willow...' tyrion whispered stepping towards her.

"Tyrion!" she shouted.

"Come on," Tyrion held out a hand for her as he put down the cross bow

"WHAT?" she shouted. 'you just... you just..."

"Willow come with me." Tyrion begged.

"I just..." She didn't have any words.

"Willow, my sister will eat you alive. I'm sorry I put you in this position but my trying to make it up to you." Tyrion told her and Willow nodded letting out a sob.

"Okay." She agreed she followed him out her eyes teary as she stepped over Tywin's dead body. She grabbed the little box, the gift Tywin had made special for her, gripped it tight in her hand as she followed Tyrion into the night.