Daughter of a Lannister

|No One|

{A few weeks later after the black water battle and other shit that happen.}

I was getting ready to leave for Harrenhal, but I decided to stop by Tyrion's room.

I wore a very plain red dress with arm guards, and so I walked with two Lannister guards.

When I finally reach my brother's room, I knocked on the door. After a minute, the mini peep hole open.

"Amelia? What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I came to see if you're feeling well." I smile.
"Come in, but not your guards."
"You can trust them,"
"No."
"Fine." I snap my fingers and they walk over somewhere. "Happy?"

He open the door wider for me to enter, I sat down on the bed and I saw that his scared was long, but it was healing very slowly.

"So, you became the new lady regnant of Harrenhal, how do you feel?" he asked.
"I don't know...I'm just going to visit than head back here, I'll leave it in father's care." I said rubbing my left arm

"You look uneasy."
"Of course I am....I saw Cersei talking to Littlefinger...."
"That man is more dangerous than any other man in this world."
"He is?"

Oh seven hells! I just asked a really dumb question, I feel so stupid right now, I want to jump off a cliff.

But, I can't do that because I have things I want to do still, and I need to do them. Tyrion scratched his head.

"You don't trust do you?" I asked.
"Men are fools."
"But you're not."
"Well, you know what I mean."

I nod, and thought about that little cunt, Joffery, the stupid idiot–boy King that sits on the iron throne.

He's the biggest fool I ever seen in my life, and will always be the number one fool in the seven kingdoms.

Just as I got up and headed for the door, I could heard Tyrion clearing up his throat and he looked me dead in the eye.

His advice is more wiser than Cersei's because Tyrion has more experience than her.

Making him more useful when it comes to politics and other problems.

But I knew one thing, Tyrion wasn't good at consolingly people, that's one thing he lacks on.

"Amelia." he said.
"Yeah?" I turn half way to see him.
"Whom do you trust?"
"My family of course," I said in a "duh" tone. "Whom do you trust?"
"No One."
"No one?"
"Well except for Varys, but don't ever trust Littlefinger."
"Oh, I won't, I'm not that simple minded."

I left his room, and headed towards the stable where I headed to see my horse and go see, Harrenhal.

The castle that was roasted by dragons, and soon bad luck falls on the family who holds this place.

Am I next? Will I go insane like most families did here? Or will I died and something weird?