Dangerous Animals

Chapter Ten

I'M SO SO SORRY. I'VE LITERALLY BEEN WORKING ON THIS CHAPTER FOR WEEKS AND NONE OF IT WAS WORKING AND I HATE THIS CHAPTER SM BUT I ALSO LOVE IT AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU GUYS. I'M SORRY

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He killed her. He killed Shae. He killed her friend. One of her only friends. And he killed her. He killed Tywin too, a small part of her mind reminded her, but she pushed it to the back. It didn't matter. He had killed Shae. He killed Shae and that was all that mattered.

She had been tricked. Every ounce of her body had been convinced that Tyrion was good, that he was kind, but good men didn't kill their whores and good men didn't kill her friends.

Good men killed the men who hurt her.

He was a monster. That's what she told herself, as she raced through the cold halls of Dragonstone. A monster a monster a monster. She forced the words to echo throughout her body, infiltrating every ounce of trust she had held for the man. She forced it to work its way through her memories next. Monster. It blackened every smile shared between the two. Monster. It corrupted the faint laughter that Sansa could still sometimes hear in the backs of her ears. Monster.

She had truly convinced herself that Tyrion Lannister was a good man. And yet she was wrong. Jon was a good man. Jon and Bran and Rickon and her father were good men. There were no others.
Finally reaching her room, Sansa flung open the door, slamming it firmly behind her. Her want to see Brienne and inform her of the good news had vanished, and she was grateful that her protector wasn't in her chamber at the moment. The mixture of broken glass and torn sheets had been cleaned up, leaving her room as sterile and cold as before. She still failed to understand how her room had transformed into the chaotic state, though it was hardly a concern at the present time. Monster. He had to be a monster.

There was a harsh banging at her door, and before she could even open her mouth to refuse the person she already knew was Tyrion Lannister, the slab of wood swung open.

"Sansa-"

"Leave." She did not want to see him. She did not want to hear him. She did not want him to exist. He killed Tywin too. He was a monster, and Sansa Stark was done with being used by the creatures that hurt her every chance they were given.

"Sansa please, I-"

She didn't turn to face him, and she forced her brain to ignore the pleading in his voice. It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap. It's always a trap. "Go."

"I won't."

The sky was pretty today, from what she could tell. Blue, with white clouds decorating it. That's what she would focus on. The sky. Maybe the tapestry that sat behind her bed. Or the carved wooden bowl filled with underripe fruit on her table. Anything but him. She would not look at him. She was done with looking upon monsters.

"I know you don't want to speak to me." He chose his words carefully, as considerate as he had the day he had told her of their engagement.

She snorted, "since when have you been one to state the obvious?" Keep your eyes on the clouds.

"I know you don't want to speak to me, but you must. Well, you musn't, but-" he was flustered, that much was clear. "-you don't have to speak, but you do have to listen. Just listen Sansa."

I will not. I will close my ears.

As if he was reading her mind, Tyrion sighed, mirroring the only sound Sansa had yet to exude. "I suppose you don't have to listen to me either. But Sansa, please. Please listen. You don't have to like me, once you leave Dragonstone you won't have to see me ever again. But listen to me now."