He stood proudly, wearing his reddened steel armor, a commission given to the greatest blacksmiths of Casterly Rock. He wore his sword, a great Valayrian steel longsword given to him by his father. He knelt down on the steps of the grand Sept and waited in gleeful anticipation of the steel knocking against his broad armored shoulders.
"Rise, Ser Tyrion Lannister of Casterly Rock." Ser Milo Denere praised. Tryion stood, tall and imposing and turned, facing his audience. They cheered his praise, "Young Lion of Casterly Rock! Heir of Casterly Rock! Savior of Casterly Rock!"
He walked regally down the steps and shook his father's hand with his strong war-weathered arm and saw the pride in his fathers eyes as they met his own.
He hugged his sister and brother. "We're so proud of you, little brother." She smiled, looking up at him. "Never doubted you even a minute, Ser." He grinned.
Then Tyrion went to his mother, age just yet touching her beautiful face and golden curls, leaning down he embraced her, "I love you, my Little Lion" she whispered, tinting her speech with the love he only felt from her.
He was placed in the seat of honor, dined on the finest food, had his fill of wine, fearing no judgment, took long strides as he mingled with his adoring subjects, none could ignore his size on name or in stature.
He slept well, he fought well, he married well, he ruled well.
He died happily, as the Lord of Casterly Rock knowing his son would ascend his seat after him, ruling as wisely as he did. He smiled on his bed of death knowing it was his last moment, knowing he had lived well.
Tyrion awoke.
Blinking at the ceiling, drenched in cold sweat.
Being loved by his sister, by his father, by his mother.
Mother.
He tried to grasp it, to hold it forever, he tried to remember the feeling of his mother's embrace in the fleeting dream, but only remembered she was gone, killed by him as he entered this world. He was punished for it by his humiliating size.
He sat up and stared at his legs, as short as ever, he raised his small arms and wiped his wet eyes with shaking hands.