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

Chapter Eleven

Tyrion sat and joked with Yoran for quite some time. The jokes were cut short, by Benjen Stark entering the room.

"Is the night's watch a joke to you? A bunch of jesters in black." The first ranger questioned

"I have great respect for the nights watch actually. And well, besides Yoren, none of you are particularly funny."

Then there was talk of what went on beyond the wall. Tyrion didn't believe in the old wives tails of white walkers. Why would he? That conversation too was cut short.

"Going below?"

"Stay safe. Stay warm."

"Enjoy the Capital."

"Oh I always do." With that Benjen walked away. 

Tyrion offered to share the road with Yoren, stating that they would be staying at the finest inns and castles. Tyrion's thoughts wandered to the Lady Morlyna Stark. How her pale features contrasted against her dark hair. The small limp she had and the look of determination she always had on her face. She was absolutely beautiful, there was no doubt about that. Gods she was beautiful. 

Tyrion shook his head, and returned to joking with Yoren. Talking about the weirdest things they had eaten. Later that evening Tyrion stood at the edge of the wall and pissed. When he was done he looked at Jon Snow.

"I'm sorry to see you go Lannister."

"It's either me or the cold."

"Will you stop at Winterfell?" 

"Most likely."

"Tell my brother Bran, I miss him."

"Of course."

"And when you get to King's Landing, can you do me a favour, Lord Tyrion." Jon handed him a scroll. "Give this to Morlyna for me."

"Of course" the Lannister said, taking the scroll from Jon. 

"Thank you"

Tyrion waved his hand as if to say no problem, and shook Snow's hand as he left. 

When Tyrion arrived at Winterfell he had one question on his mind. Who really is Morlyna Stark. However, he was not receieved so warmly. Heavy footfalls sounded and in walked a large man, carrying a small boy. Bran Stark. 

"So it's true." 

Tyrion handed the boy a scroll. Its contents, allowing the boy the ability to ride a horse. 

"Why do you want to help him?" Robb asked.

"I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples, bastards, and broken things. Speaking of which, who can tell me more about your sister? The lady Morlyna."

"Why do you wish to know?"

"She intrigues me, and she is very very intelligent. You can try the whores here in Winterfell. Or Maester Luwin. Both knew her well."

"But not you. Not her own brother?"

"I regret that I was never close with my sister. Our mother influenced our beliefs about her."

Tyrion nodded and called upon the Maester to meet with him later that evening at the brothel where he would stay. He rode there on his horse, questions spinning around in his head. He craved more knowledge on the girl.

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Short chapter, but here's a chapter with more Tyrion.