Monster // Petyr Baelish

64. Drink with Harlots

Made you Look / Sandor Clegane Out now!

"So you survived my mother just to nearly get your head chopped off, that must be... wow you are just not having the greatest past few moons are you Tyrion?" Rieka pondered. 

"Thank you for your concern I am fine." Tyrion assured her. 

"I'm sure you are... does it hurt? It looks painful." 

"It hurts." Tyrion confirmed. 

"What happened?" Rieka pondered. 

"Do you really want to know?" Tyrion questioned curiously. 

"Sansa is at lockdown lessons and Petyr is in a council meeting." Rieka remarked. "Avalon is hunting something that probably isnt the king the right and I'm bored and here you are." 

"Wow, that makes me feel so loved." Tyrion told her, sacasum oozed from him. 

"I'm sweet like that." She agreed with a wink. 

"Well, I was in the thick of the fighting while joffrey was brought back to his room." Tyrion began and Rieka snorted a laugh. 

"Our king everyone!" Rieka clapped out. 

"Our King," Tyrion agreed. "then I fought valiantly and almost died... the end."

"Great story, thank you for that. Now I can add that to why Joffrey should die a painful death." Rieka remarked as she got up. "Avalon what did you catch? A lion?" She winked back at Tyrion. "No its just bird... good job honey." she coed petting between her ears. 

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Tywin sat at his desk while Tyrion sat across from him, the hand of the King no more.

'The badge looks good on you,' he told his father 'almost as good as it looked on me. Are you enjoying your new position?''

''Am I enjoying it?' tywin questioned.

''I was very happy.' Tyrion reminded him.

''Yes I know how happy you were you brought a whore into my bed.' Tywin snapped.

''It wasn't your bed at the time.' Tyrion reminded him.

''I sent you here to advise the king I gave you real power and authority. You chose to spend your days as you always have bedding harlots and drinking with thieves.' Tywin declared thoroughly annoyed.

''Occasionally I drink with the harlots.' Tyrion teased.

''What do you want Tyrion?' Tywin questioned as he poured wax on his scroll sealing it closed with the hand of the King stamp.

''Why does everyone always assume I want something?'' Tyrion questioned, 'cant I simply visit with my beloved father. My beloved father who somehow forgot to visit his wounded son after he fell in the battlefield....''

''Master pycelle assured me your wounds were not fatal.' Tywin told him.

''I nearly got my head chopped in half!' Tyrion reminded him. 'you didn't think to check for yourself? Lady Rieka Stark did. She-"

''yes, nearly.' Tywin agreed. 'Unfortunately Stannis's men were not more skilled.' Tywin sneered. Tyrion scoffed not believing his ears.

''I organized the defense of the city while you were caught in the ruins of harrenhal. I led the armies when the enemies were at the gate while your grandson, the king quivered in fear behind the walls. I bled in the mud for our family and as my reward I was trundled off to some doctor but what do I want? A little bloody gratitude would be a start!' Tyrion declared.

''Jugglers and singers require applause you are a Lannister. Do you think I demanded a garland of roses every time I suffered a wound on the battlefield?' tywin asked with a deep sigh of annoyance. 'Now I have seven kingdoms to look after and three of them are in an open rebellion so tell me what you want?''

"Petyr!" RIeka declared running to him. Avalon rubbed up against his legs. "You know I was thinking as need to get the hell out of the capital... take sansa this time. And just you know... stay away."  she whispered. 

"You want to..." he didnt want to say the words out loud, didnt want unwanted ears to hear. RIeka understood and she gave a small nod. "I will see what I can do."

"Thank you... I know she feels trapped and I... I want to help her while she still trusts me to do so." 

"She's your sister of course she trusts you." 

"I wouldnt be so sure at times." Rieka countered. 

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'My sister request you take care with her in the Gardens.' Loras said coming up to Rieka and sansa.

'Thank you Ser loras.' Sansa said in a dreamy haze as she let Loras lead her away.

'You're such a dear,' Margaery said taking Sansa's hand.

'I will take my leave... Lady Sansa, ' Loras said walking off

'Thank you sir Loras,' Sansa said looking after him.

"Thank you Petals!" Rieka agreed. "Hey loras..." Rieka chased after him. "How are doing after everything from... you know." 

"He was my king." Loras corrected

"And more." Rieka agreed and Loras grit his teeth. "You loved him, no one cries that hard for just a friend, a king, unless there is more to it. I loved my father, I wept like that, tears, snot and a sobbing mess when he was killed." RIeka remarked and Loras shifted from foot to foot. 

"I'm just saying, if you need someone to talk to, I'm here." Rieka offered. 

"You should get to my grandmother, she doesnt like to be kept waiting."