Monster // Petyr Baelish

71. Quite Drunk

Now was not the time to be pregnant. She had wanted a child, of course she did, Robbie was so wonderful and he would be a great big brother, she knew it but Petyr was off and Sansa was to be wed to Tyrion and nothing was right in the world. 

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

'Your father is dead and I am the king so I'm everyone's father.' Joffrey said smugly.

"Well personally I thought since you are not family-" Rieka countered. 

"Take a seat Mrs Little finger." Joffrey sneered and Rieka gave sansa an apologetic look as she moved to Loras and Margaery. Loras handed off little Robbie and she clung to him like a lifeline, she wondered if RObbie, if anyone could tell she was late and with child.

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

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 and they silenced. Rieka felt so sick, she wanted to blame the wedding but knew it was more than that.

'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 she stared down atRIeka and Margaery before making a quick exit out of the sept.

'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 Loras stood up a knot in his stomach.

"Why do you look more miserable than me?" Sansa asked coming up to Rieka

"You are married... to him." Rieka offered. "I just dont feel well." 

"Neither do I." Sansa said disgusted. Rieka smiled softly as Robbie shoved his face in cake. 

"I dont know how someone can look so beautiful and so miserable at the same time, it's a skill." Rieka went on as she touched Sansa's cheek.

"Then lets drink and dance tonight away." Loras declared coming up to them.

"Oh, Loras." Rieka mused dramatically looking to Sansa and Sansa blushed leaning into Rieka. "Come on." Rieka said and Loras spun her around, buzzed smiles on their faces and not proper dancing at all was the only thing Tyrion could focus on and not run out of his own reception. Robbie laughed out clinging to Rieka as they danced around trying to keep their minds off their own misery.  Tyrion tipped back his glass finishing another one.

'You seem rather drunk.' Tywin said as he approached Tyrion.

'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 nodded leaning back in his chair, yet he was 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.' Tyrion declared.

'You can joke,' Tywin said pulling the glass from his lips 'you can engage in juvenile attempts to make your father uncomfortable but you will do your duty.' Tywin said walking away.

 But then Tyrion saw the wave of pain wash over Sansa's face as Joffrey screamed out.

'Time for the bedding ceremony!' Joffrey declared and Rieka sobriety hit her like a punch to the gut as Sansa paled before them. 

"Remove her clothing she won't be needing those anymore!" Joffrey declared glaring back at Sansa. Sansa moved to Rieka holding tightly to her. 

"Well!" Joffrey demanded and Sansa saw a few of the knights step forward, ready to strip her right there in the middle of the banquet hall.

'No,' Tyrion corrected him, Sansa was a scared little girl, Tyrion wouldnt see her embarrassed by joffrey if he could help it.

'There is if I say so, so Bedding ceremony!' Joffrey said happily. Tyrion stabbed his knife down into the table.

'then you'll be fucking your own bride with a wooden cock.' Tyrion threatened. Tywin stood up, clearing his throat, the room went silent. Sansa stared back at Tyrion, grateful, confused but gladdened. 

'What did you say to me?' Joffrey questioned 'What. Did. You. Say!' he screamed out like a boy that had just lost his favorite toy.

''I believe we can dispense with the bedding your Grace I'm sure tyrion did not mean to threaten the king.' Tywin suggested calmly glancing over at Tyrion and Tyrion started to laugh. Rieka offered a choked smile. Robbie babbled on like he was a real part of this conversation. 

'A bad joke your grace.' Tyrion said laughing releasing his hand that was clutched very tightly to his knife 'a small man's envy of your own royal manhood... mine is so small my poor wife won't even know I'm there.' Tyrion added, the tension slowly faded from the room. Tyrion looked to Sansa and she nodded just slightly.

'Your uncle is clearly quite drunk your grace.' Tywin told him.

'I am.' Tyrion agreed. 'guilty.' He looked to Sansa and reached out a hand. 'come wife. I will tell you about the time I threw up on someone while fucking. It's a great story actually.' Sansa reluctantly pulled away from Rieka and grabbed his hand as she followed him out.

"Did you really?" Sansa whispered as they got farther away.

"Did I what?" Tyrion asked.

"Throw up on someone while fucking?" Sansa clarified.