Game of Thrones: Unexpected Bonds
Chapter 1 of a new Game of Thrones story, focusing on a character I've not really even mentioned before, Joy Hill, hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 1
Tyrion Lannister sighed as he drove his car to his father's mansion. His father Tywin Lannister, the Governor of the Westerlands, was one of the richest men in the land of Westeros. Despite being his son, Tyrion was not viewed favourably by his father, both due to his dwarfism and the fact his mother had died giving birth to him.
Tyrion had long got over feeling upset by his father's treatment of him. He lives by his own means, which meant his father, despite feeling angered by it, was unable to say anything about Tyrion's lifestyle, particularly his choice of a wife. His wife after all was not part of the high society people he was part of; being a regular woman, known as Shae.
Tyrion had also adopted Podrick Payne, a teenage boy who worked for him at his company, after the boy's parents died. By this time, his father had given up trying to control his life and so raised no issue with it. He had to admit, he was curious about why his father had called him. He offered no explanation on the phone, just saying it was urgent, telling him to come over at once.
'That's strange, my father never calls me normally.' Tyrion thought to himself. 'What could this be about?'
He parked his car, noting his car wasn't the only one there as he got out.
Curious when he noted all the cars he began to walk towards the front door.
He began to ponder this. 'What is going on, I have a bad feeling about this, like something…bad has happened, or is about to happen?'
He had to admit he was worried; a strange feeling of dread settled over him as he finally reached the door. He knocked and the butler answered and let him in. Once again, he noted his coat wasn't the only one when he removed it and handed it to the butler to put on the coat rack. He was starting to feel even more worried about this.
He followed the butler as he was led upstairs and towards his father's study. As they approached Tyrion could hear the whispers of many voices and he began to wonder just who was here and for what. It wasn't like his father after all to have social gatherings.
He sighed. 'This is starting to get more and more strange, I need answers.'
Finally he entered the study and saw who the others were; notably members of his family, older members such as his uncle Kevan, his wife Dorna and many others, Genna, Damien; even his brother and sister, Jaime and Cersei. They all looked around when he entered, a few greeted him, but beyond that, they returned to their conversations.
Tyrion sighed and walked over to Jaime.
"Brother; been a while." He greeted him urbanely. "So, what's this about?"
Jaime shrugged. "No idea Tyrion; father just called me out of the blue and asked me to come around."
Tyrion nodded slowly. "I see, he did the same with me. What is going on?"
Jaime shook his head, shrugging again. Tyrion sighed and went to his uncle.
"Tyrion, good to see you again." Kevan greeted him kindly.
Tyrion nodded. "Good to see you too, uncle. Do you, know why my father has called us here?"
Kevan shook his head. "I'm afraid not, but he seems rather…tense, he's been making a lot phone calls, even when we all arrived."
This made Tyrion even more confused than before and he wondered more than ever, just what was going on.
'What is this, what is my father doing, and why call us here, what could have happened?' He thought worriedly.
Finally however, at that moment, the study door opened and his father, Tywin Lannister entered the room. All went quiet as they watched him; but he said nothing, until he crossed over to his desk and sat down. There was a stony silence for a while before finally Tywin spoke.
"Obviously you are curious about why I called you here." He remarked. "Well, I am afraid to announce that I have just heard…that Gerion's ship has been found, wrecked…they haven't found any survivors."
Everyone froze at that, shocked at hearing this; it was clear Gerion was missing and had to be presumed dead.
Gerion had left two weeks ago on a search for a famous medieval sword that once belonged to the Lannister family back in those days; Brightroar it was known as. Gerion intended to find it and retrieve it so that it could be displayed in the Lannister family's historical museum.
"Gods, Gerion…I never imagined he would…" Kevan said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dorna shook her head, clearly in shock and Genna lowered her head and sighed.
"He was such a nice man, I remember he had an infectious laugh." She remarked. "How could this have happened to him?"
The others were all whispering and talking about it too. Tyrion was the one most in shock. Of all the family Gerion had been the one who had been kindest to him.
'Gods, Uncle Gerion…of all people to…' It hardly felt real to him.
It was then another issue was raised; by Dorna. "Wait, what of his daughter; Joy, what's going to happen to her?"
That sent a buzz of speculation amongst them. Joy was Gerion's only child, she was a sweet girl, but it was a mystery who her mother was. Gerion never said anything about her, only that she had died shortly after Joy's birth. He had since raised his daughter alone. Now the poor girl was alone.
Tywin nodded. "Yes; that is what we must discuss. We need to determine what's to become of her."
Tyrion bit his lip before making up his mind. He certainly owed it to Gerion and he knew it was for the best.
So he made up his mind and spoke up.
"I'll gladly take her in."
They all turned to him; Tywin narrowed his eyes.
"Tyrion, are you sure about this?" He asked, clearly suspicious.
Tyrion nodded. "Yes, I am. All of you have your families, with me, it's just Shae and Podrick; besides, I owe it to Gerion, for the kindness he has shown me. I'll gladly take Joy in."
The others briefly conversed and finally it was agreed. Tyrion then left them and called him, ready to inform Shae about what had happened and of his plans.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.