A/N: Just a small one-shot on how I would like the end of the Asoiaf series be. Rated T for swearing and impling sexual themes. Italics are for Tyrion thoughts.
Tyrion was in the great hall. At last, he thought. He was back in the Red Keep, after years and years of advising and fighting for the Mother of Dragons, Mhysa, Blood of the Dragon and Queen of Westoros. She was right in front of him now, beautiful in her gown and silver plate. He supposed that Rhaegar would have looked the same way in the Battle of the Trident. Songs would be sung for her, stories would be written for her and all would come from the Seven Kingdoms and beyond to pledge their alliance to her, her beasts and the Three Headed Dragon. He had made sure of that.
But Tyrion didn't care much for that. He had taken what he wanted; revenge. When they had reached Casterly Rock she named him heir of the Lannisters and Warden of the West, she gave him whatever his father had promised never to yield to him. What do you think of tha,t father? Do you like it more or less than my arrow in your belly? Thought Tyrion. His personal success was utter; he had even seen the corpse of his beloved sister. The fool could not bear to see a younger, more beautiful, more powerful and certainly cleverer woman take the throne she had thought as hers. So she had committed suicide by driving a sword through her belly, a man's death. He knew her last action was a mock to all men who thought where better than her, and yet she had outlived them.
He took his position in the process that would enter the throne room. His place was right behind the Mhysa and the other two dragon riders, the three heads of the Targaryen Dragon. Just in time, before they started moving in, Pod reached him. He was panting for air but he didn't stop to catch his breath until he had handed Tyrion what was asked to find in the Red Keep and bring to him. Tyrion smiled impishly to his ward, now his sworn knight. He was so happy that he had found him in Westeros when they had landed here.
They began the procession. Tyrion quickly hid what Pod had brought him and nodded to him to follow as well. As they entered he saw a great part of the nobility there, ready to adore their new Queen, to accept the Targaryen line as their lawfull leaders again. Idiots, he thought. There they were all those that he hated: Pycelle, the Queen of Thorns, Margaery and all the roses, even Bron, was there. All they had laughted at him. All had condemned him. All had diminished him. And now he was the winner. He was the one laughing at them.
They reached the ugly chair; Tyrion would swear that it looked uglier than before. At its foot they stopped. Ser Barristan Selmy went forth and announced the Khaleesh's titles. Blah, blah, blah thought Tyrion. Finish old man so we can get to the best part. When he finally stopped talking, Tyrion went forward as they had agreed beforehand. He was to present the throne to Dany before all of Westeros. She would went up, sit on it and hold court.
But Tyrion had other thoughts. He offered a huge smile to them all. He raised his middle finger and begun pointing different persons in the crowd while saying:
"Fuck you, you, you, you and you!" at the last word he had pointed to the ugly chair. He drag out of his pocket what Pod had brought to him; a phial of wildfire. He smashed it on the Iron Throne, and lit a mach. Everybody in the hall held their breath, astonished and in shock. Only Bron allowed a smirk. Tyrion's smile became broader with satisfaction and lit the Throne on fire.
"Come on, Pod. Let's go to Casterly Rock and drink all my father's wine and fuck all Westeros' whores" he said to Pod and they walked out of the hall, as hell broke behind them.
THE END
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