Treacherous // Podrick Payne

26. Perfect Gentleman

'What are you doing?' Sansa questioned as Joffrey came up offering his arm.

'Your father is dead and I am the king so I'm everyone's father.' Joffrey said gripping onto her arm.

As they walked down the aisle Joffrey marched up the steps taking the stool from the stage for Tyrion to stand on. 

"So I take it you are free tonight." Storm remarked leaning into Podrick. 

"Yes." Podrick agreed. 

"I'm free." Five agreed. Storm stared down at him. Five winked up at her. 

"No." Storm said immediately. "Just no." 

When it was time to cloak Sansa with Tyrion's protection he looked awkwardly up at her not able to reach her shoulders everyone laughed but the snigger died quickly as Tywin shot them a glare

'If you could,' Tyrion said and sansa knelt down before him. He cloaked her she rose and he pressed a quick kiss to her lips very awkwardly Sansa looked like she was going to barf, pale and in pain her heart pounding with anxiety and nerves.

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'So their son will be your nephew after you are wed to Joffrey of course,' Olena said 'and you'll be the king stepfather and brother-in-law when you marry the King's mother. Joffrey will become his sister-in-law and your son will be Loras nephew? grandson... I'm not sure but your brother will become your father-in-law that much is beyond dispute.' Olenna said and Storm back tracked moving to their table. 

"I'm sorry. Repeat that." Storm requested taking Loras seat as he got up. 

"Hello... Who are you?" Olenna asked confused. 

"Storm. Hargreeves. You were saying something about mother and brother and... this world-"

"Storm." Tywin requested grabbing her arm and moving her away from the Tyrells. 

"Oh no, they were going to tell me," Storm glanced between them. "Someone is going to be both mother and-" her head snapped between them again. "I don't know. Tywin, this place is so weird." 

"Don't scare the tyrells." Tywin whispered. 

"Scare?" Storm tsked. "I'm just trying to figure out this world and it's very, very, very strange customs!"

"Cersei, do entertain Storm." Tywin requested sitting Storm down next to Cersei. 

"Oh, we are not really buddies." Storm remarked as Tywin left them to go to Tyrion. "So I heard a rumor that you fuck your twin brother. Is that normal here?" Storm asked and Cersei huffed a breath as she got up. "No one tells me anything, how am I supposed to know!" Storm declared. 

'You seem rather drunk.' Tywin said as he approached Tyrion, the feast was in full swing Sansa looked miserable. Tyrion looked up to his father, a drunken gaze in his glazed eyes.

'Isn't it a grooms duty, a man's duty to be drunk at his own wedding?' Tyrion questioned over his glass.

'This isn't about your wedding. Renly Baratheon had a wedding, your wife needs a child, a Lannister child.' Tywin told him. Tyrion sat slumped in his chair bored and not nearly drunk enough to have this conversation. 'As soon as possible.' Tywin added.

'And?'

'If you're going to give her one you need to perform.' Tywin reminded him.

'What did you once call me? A drunken little lust filled beast?' Tyrion reminded him

'More than once.' Tywin agreed.

'There you have it I am the god of tits and wine I shall build a shrine to myself.'