Boys Like You / Tyrion Lannister

5. Boys Like You

"Rieka, why arent you at lessons?" Catelyn questioned. 

"I was looking for Lord Tyrion." Rieka lied. 

"You were?" Catelyn questioned happily. 

"Yes, father spoke to me and... I'm sorry that I was being difficult this morning. I want us to be open and honest mother." RIeka remarked. 

"Of course, of course!" Catelyn agreed. 

"And if I am to get closer to Tyrion, I need to forgo stitches with the witches coven while i'm deciding if he is worth spending the rest of my life with." Rieka informed her. 

"Oh, well that seems... okay... sure... yes!" Catelyn decided. 

"Great." Rieka agreed she began to walk away before she smirked. "Oh and mother...." Rieka turned back to Catelyn. "I love you." Catelyn smiled, echoing her words as Rieka turned around strutting out. Build the trust back before the bargaining began. 

''I know what I'm putting you through. Thank you for saying yes. I only ask you because I need you. You're a loyal friend. You hear me? A loyal friend. The last one I've got." Robert remarked patting Ned's back. 

''I hope I'll serve you well.' Ned told him.

'You will. And I'll make sure you don't look so fucking grim all the time. Come on, boys, let's go kill some boar!" Robert declared he waddled off, his stomach giggling his beard covered in crumbs from his break fast.  

"Rieka-" Ned moved to her. "About earlier," Rieka chuckled kissing his cheek. 

"I have everything under control. Go hunt some boar daddio." Rieka purred. 

"You scare me when you say Daddio like that." Ned mused. 

"Have fun, Robert seems like a shit shot so be careful he doesnt aim at you." RIeka added. Ned looked to Summer rubbing up against his leg and pat her head. Bran stared back at them. Bran waved goodbye as Rieka wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Ned nodded goodbye to Bran as the riding party headed off.

' Come on, you.' Bran instructed summer as she ran away from Ned and towards Bran. 

"What's on the agenda for today?" Rieka pondered kissing Bran's cheek. 

"Climbing." Bran answered without hesitation. 

"Be careful." Rieka instructed. 

"Always!" Bran agreed as he ran off. 

"I heard you were looking for me." Tyrion remarked. Rieka turned around. 

"Thats a lie." Rieka corrected. 

"Your mother told me."

"Ah, yes that was a lie I told her to get out of the witches coven." 

"Witches coven?" Tyrion countered confused. 

"Knitting circle. Such a bore." Rieka assured. "But I suppose since Robb, Jon and Theon are on the hunt..." she tipped her head back and forth debating. "We could do some bonding." 

"I would like that." Tyrion agreed. 

"Stop it," Cersei said, "stop it, stop it. Oh, please ..." But Cersei's voice was low and weak, and she did not push Jaime away. She wanted him, she craved him, she had to pretend for her own sake at times that she didnt. She wasnt committing this sin like no other. Her hands buried themselves in Jaime's hair, his golden hair, and pulled his face down to her breast.

Bran saw her face, the queen. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, moaning. Her golden hair swung from side to side as her head moved with her brothers forceful movements. What the hell was the queen doing half naked with her brother?

He must have made a noise of terror or disgust because suddenly her eyes opened, and she was staring right at him. She screamed an ear pinching scream and Bran froze. Everything happened at once.

Cersei pushed Jaime away wildly, shouting and pointing, he saw us, he saw us. Bran tried to pull himself up and away, he reached for the gargoyle he needed to be far away. His mother always said that one of these days he would be climbing and see something he wasnt supposed to. Today was that day.

Bran was in too much of a hurry to get away. His hand scraped uselessly across smooth stone, and in his panic his legs slipped, and suddenly he was falling back, this was the moment he died.

His head whipped back and he felt a rush of instant vertigo everything was spinning, a sickening lurch as the window flashed past.

Bran reached uselessly, blindly for the ledge, before he finally grabbed it. His body swung against the building, hard once he got a hold of the ledge. The impact of the wall slamming into his chest took the breath right out of him. Bran dangled, one-handed, panting.

Jaime ran to the window and grabbed Bran holding him still. Bran started to breathe heavy confused and scared as his eyes flickered between the twins.

'Are you completely mad?' Cersei demanded. ' He saw us.' Cersei reminded Jaime.

'It's all right. It's all right.' Jaime assured his grip still tight on Bran's shirt.

"You know Tyrion, I know boys like you." Rieka remarked. 

"Do you?" Tyrion countered. 

"THe kind that fuck their way through every town they are in. The kind that think they are entitled to everything, the kind that think they can be sweet for a moment and a two timing cheat the next." Rieka agreed. 

"You have made a snap judgement about me." Tyrion countered. 

"I asked around about you. I know you frequented our brothel when you arrived and you reeked of ale. I'm sure you and the king were at every brothel on the way here as well." Rieka went on. 

"I'm more than a man that enjoys sex." Tyrion assured. 

"I know that but I'm telling you now, at the rate you are going, you are going to turn out like the king and thats not a man any decent person would aspire to be." Rieka informed him. 

"I'm not like the king." Tyrion corrected. 

"I would like to believe that but you have a bad reputation and bad boys dont get my fathers blessing. No matter how much my mother wants me to be far away and someone elses problem." Rieka informed him. 

"You have misjudged me." Tyrion offered. 

"I liked the you that was in the library last night." Rieka corrected. "He was real but in front of people you put on a show. Act differently and maybe thats the bad reputation, the man you pretend to be." 

"And if that man is me?" 

"The one that needs his fill and hurts others because he is hurting on the inside?" Rieka countered. 

"I thought we were bonding?" Tyrion questioned. 

"We are. I want to know who you really are, Tyrion. Are the man I met in the library or are you the man that was making Jon feel less than last night?"

Tyrion pursed his lips. He was both, he could be a bitter little man and he could be charming. 

"I'm a complex being." Tyrion answered. 

"And I have a feeling you like to be the center of every girls world when you are with them." He loved brothels, he loved his fill, that was right, but didnt all men want that? "And that would be fine, but you are always comparing yourself to your brother, taller, handsome, the knight-"

"Hurting my feeling Rieka." Tyrion half teased. 

"-so you find love in all the wrong places and although I'm sure your father wants you to be out of his thoughts you are not looking for a bride just as much as I dont want a husband." Rieka informed him. 

"You got your information well." Tyrion admitted. "My family hates me for what I am and I'm a mess." Tyrion admitted. "But I have honestly never felt the way I do around you." 

"I see your stature change. I like the real you Tyrion but I dont know that you do." Rieka remarked. Tyrion stared back at her speechless. 

"You are right."