Meant to Burn Together - Helaena Targaryen

The Ghost of Harrenhal

"Your visits are too few, cousin" Tyrion said to Lancel as he opened the door.

"Her Grace, the Queen Regent commands you release Grand Maester Pycelle. Here is your Warrant." Lancel handed his cousin the Warrant.

"So it is." Tyrion smirked almost. "Will you take a cup with me? I find that mulled wine helps me sleep."

"I am here at Her Grace's behest, not to drink with you, Imp."

"If my sister was so concerned for Pycelle, I would have thought she'd come herself. Instead she sends you." Tyrion stated, connecting the dots as he poured himself his wine and made a sip. "What am I to make of that?"

That made Lancel stop, as he was already on his way back to the Queen. "I don't care what you make of it, so long as you release your prisoner immediately. "

"And you've received those instructions directly from Cersei?"

"As I said several times.-"

"And you've waited  this long to deliver the information?" Tyrion questioned as he opened the warrant.

Lancel walked into Tyrion's room irritated, "When the Queen Regent gives me a command, I carry it out without delay."

"Cersei must have great trust in you.. allowing you into her chamber.. during the hour of the wolf." Tyrion slowly said, having connected the dots perfectly.

"The Queen Regent has a great many responsibilities. She often works from dusk till dawn." Lancel tried to explain, failing miserably.

"She must be very glad to have you helping her, from dusk till dawn." Tyrion stood up, walking over to his cousin, sniffing, "Ah, Lavender oil. She always loved Lavender oil, even as a girl."

"I am a Knight!" Lancel sternly stated. 

"An anointed Knight, yes." Tyrion sipped his wine as he closed the door to his chamber, "Tell me, did Cersei have you knighted before or after she took you into her bed?"

Silence.

"What? Nothing to say? No more Warnings for me, Ser?"

"You will withdraw these filthy accusations!"

"Have you ever given any thought to what King Joffrey will have to say when he finds out you've been bedding his mother?" Tyrion asked as he put his wine glass down.

Lancel sat down in shock and realization, maybe a bit of fear also. "it's not my fault!"

"Did she take you against your will?" Tyrion asked. "Can you not defend yourself, Knight?"

"Your father, Lord Tywin, when I was named King's squire, he told me to obey her, in everything!" Lancel tried defending himself.

"Did he tell you to fuck her too?"

"I only meant I did as I was bid." Lancel was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Hated every moment of it, is that what you'd have me believe?" Tyrion questioned his stupid cousin, pissed. "A high place in court, a Knighthood, my sister's legs spreading open for you at night. Oh yes, it must have been terrible. Wait here. His Grace will want to hear of this."

"Mercy!" Lancel yelled, "Mercy, please my Lord! I beg you!"

"Save it for Joffrey, he loves a good grovel." Tyrion stated, heading for the door. 

"My Lord it was your sister's bidding!- The Queen." Lancel was on his knees. "I'll leave the city at once, I swear."

"No, I think not." Tyrion stated as he opened the door.