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"THAT GODDAMN twat, makes me want to ring his little neck. I didn't think it was possible to be that entitled!" You burst into the sitting room. Tyrion sat alone, nursing a glass of god knows what. "It confounds me that the throne—the wellbeing of our entire kingdom!—rests in the hands of that pompous, arrogant, insolent little child!"
Could you really be blamed for getting so wound up? It was true, Joffrey was growing into quite a volatile ass. Tyrion seemed to agree as he cracked an amused smile when you gesticulated wildly. Even after your spiel you were so worked up you were practically huffing, looking like you were about ready to finish the brat off yourself.
"Bold words," he hummed. A blush dove down your neck as you realized how silly you must look.
"I knew I was in good company." You nodded to him, drawing your hands together and trying to regain some semblance of propriety.
"Sit down, (Y/N). Have a drink with me."
"Thank you." You stumbled into the chair across from him, immediately reaching for the pitcher with shaking hands to fill the other empty glass. The first sip burned down your throat, tingling through your nerves.
"I'd kill him." You mumbled.
"I'll cheers to that." Tyrion smiled broadly at you, clinking your glasses together and preparing for a long drunken night together. ——— WORD COUNT 231
