Milk Of The Poppy {Tyrion Lannister} [ON HOLD]

Chapter Six

Tyrion Lannister and Morlyna Stark sat in silence for nearly half an hour. The only interaction they shared was the passing of the Lord's wineskin. However, their silence was soon broken.

"Why did you wish for my company, Lord Tyrion?"

"Please just call me Tyrion, Lady Morlyna"

"Aye, then just call me Morlyna."

"To be honest Morlyna, I'm curious about you."

"Do elaborate, Tyrion. In what way are you curious of the Stark cripple?" Tyrion was shocked by the words that fell from the girl's lips in her soft voice. 

"Disgraces have to stick together, do they not? You and your brother certainly have."

"Ah, this is about me and my brother isn't it? You wish to know if I'm fucking him as people believe? Or is it that you wish to fuck me? I've heard that many wonder what it would be like to do so." Her sweet voice was continuing to be such a stark contrast to the words she spoke.

"None of those, to be honest. Can a drunk dwarf not want to converse with the 'Stark cripple,' as you kindly put it, about matters that I've heard interest us both?" 

Morlyna chewed her lip as he spoke. She felt guilt creep into her at how harsh she had been. The Lord had yet to be cruel to her, and he seemed to offer genuine conversation that she was lacking in save Jon and occasionally her father. She apologized softly, for her behaviour then. It was an apology he quickly dismissed, claiming he understood her bitterness. 

The two changed the topic of discussion, and they turned to literature and tactics as their subject matters. They talked for a long while on these topics, the company of one another admittedly enjoyable. They moved onto jokes once the other topics had grown somewhat stale. Their laughter, however, was cut short when Morlyna whimpered quietly into her hand.

"What is it, 'Lyna?" questioned the man, his words slurring from the alcohol; in his drunken state, he forgot the barrier of formality that was supposed to exist between the two as they had only just met and she was still a Lady. 

"It's just the cold, Tyrion. It makes my leg ache particularly bad if I'm in it too long." She whispered. 

"And why are you out here in the cold with me, rather than inside where it is warm?"

"Mother thought my presence might upset the royal family. I had the intention of going back to my chambers after giving Jon some bread, but you wished for my company and I couldn't be rude." She explained, there was no bitterness in her voice when speaking of her mother, much to Tyrion's surprise. 

Tyrion stood, and offered a hand. Taking it cautiously, he pulled her to stand. "If I could I would carry you to your chambers so as not to make the pain worse. Seeing as that's not possible, I'll settle for escorting you. Lead the way, Lady Morlyna."

Morlyna smiled softly at the man, thankful for his kindness. Something she was not used to, especially from Lords and Ladies. They walked together to her chambers, making sure to go at a slow pace. 

It was upon arriving at her door that Morlyna became stuck, unsure of what to do next. She wondered if she should invite him in, or close the door to him. She stood there, thinking for a moment before she settled on an answer. She opened the door and walked in, leaving it open for him to join her. 

The young woman laid back on her bed, her hair fanning out around her. The Lord laid beside her, both looking up at the stone ceiling. No words were exchanged, and it left them in a comfortable silence. As the roaring sound of the feast began to dull, Morlyna spoke at last. 

"I thank you for the pleasant company tonight, my Lord." She spoke with a smile, "I haven't enjoyed myself this much while in the presence of anyone that isn't Jon in a very long time." 

"The pleasure was all mine, my Lady. If you return to King's Landing with your father, I do hope we can speak of tactics and joke of our disgraces together once more." 

"Of course."

Tyrion smiled as those words slipped past her lips. He got off the bed and stood, watching as Morlyna sat upright. In this manner, Tyrion was eye level with the woman. Her bed having been made to sit extremely low so she would struggle to get in it. Tyrion smiled, taking hold of her hand and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. He bid her goodnight, and left for his own chambers, closing her door behind him. 

Morlyna smiled softly to herself, never having been treated so kindly by a Lord before. She stood and changed into her nightwear before lifting her skirts and removing the pins that held the stell leg in place. She placed the leg against her wall, before laying down once more. She fell asleep with a small smile on her face. Morlyna Stark didn't doubt that this night would change the entire course of her future. 

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I'm calling Episode one done here! What ever was missed will be covered in the next chapter. Only took 5 chapters lol. Should I continue spreading episodes out like this or should I try to compact them into one to three chapters? Comment what you think. See y'all next time!