Bringing the Dawn

LVIII

Tyrion Lannister

Kings Landing, 301 AC

To say his head ached was an understatement. For nearing two weeks he had been struggling to open his eyes as the moment the light of the room bounced within, a blistering pain followed by numerous curses from his mouth before he had no choice but to close them once again. For three days he had tried to complete the menial task, but every time it had failed, eventually groaning and instead keeping them closed and looking by all intents and purposes like he were simply sleeping. Unless it was Bronn, Varys, or Shae that is. Then he had no qualms in speaking as much as possible.

The sheer stupidity of people came to light then.

Because they thought he was sleeping, they thought he was even lower than before. Their tongues loosening the few times they came into his solar from nobles to servants alike. His father had managed to pull on both the wolf's and dragon's tail by seeing through what they were doing. Sending ravens ahead to all of his Lord's to leave enough men to not look suspicious whereas the remainders were to begin travelling south towards the border of the Reach before cutting straight across to circle towards Harrenhal where he was based. The attack on the castle from the Targaryen whelp had incinerated much of his father's army and Tywin was rightfully furious at such a thing. Lion's were prideful beasts, and those who were lions as their sigils were also prideful. It was an insult on House Lannister, that one attack from one green boy caused such carnage.

He'd not been there at the time, having travelled further south to speak to other Lord's in the Crownland's to secure Joffrey's reign more but he had found out alright. Whether from word of mouth or from when he had gone back to Harrenhal no one had divulged such a thing in Tyrion's vicinity yet. But soon it would, there was no denying such a thing. However, good things always had to come to an end, and now he could open his eyes without being in agony. But his head still ached terribly which was not surprising. The rage on Ser Mandon's face as he swung at him before Podrick Payne had speared him through the head immediately after right before his vision had gone black. He was Hand of the King, he was the second most powerful man in the realm. Mayhaps most powerful man in the realm as his nephew ruled only in name whilst everyone surrounding him worked tirelessly to keep his madness to barely a peep. There were only two people who could've given the order.

His brat of a nephew who was King, or his cunt of a sister who was Queen Regent.

Deep down, Tyrion knew which of the two it was. Cersei had always wanted him dead, always blaming him for taking their mother from her. Joanna Lannister in her eyes was her mother and not their mother, and she never tried to say it any other way.

"What's got your tongue in a twist?"

"Why do you always talk in riddles."

"Because riddles are fun once in a while. Not as fun as killing or fucking, but still fun."

Despite his annoyance, Tyrion could not help but to chuckle at Bronn's words.

"Do help me get out of this damned bed and send for servants to bring me fresh clothes, it is about time I get out of this room and find out what has been happening in my absence- "

"I ain't your maid- "

"Nay, but I am paying you to be by my side."

Bronn shot him a look of annoyance but it didn't last for long until he too chuckled under his breath and leaving to complete the requested task. Servants coming in not long after. The wound had scabbed over and the scabs were beginning to fall off, but the chunk of his nose he had lost would never grow back. He bathed for what felt like an eternity but was likely only a quarter of an hour at most. Pulling on clean clothes which signified his station before looking for his pin. Eyes furrowing as he could not see it anywhere. Shrugging to himself because everyone knew who he was, so he could find it later. Asking around for where everyone was. Making his way towards the small council chamber and many eyes turned to him when he entered, momentarily enjoying how red Cersei's face got.