Since I'm obsessed with Robb 'Sexy Ass' Stark I decided for a WHAT IF. Sooo what if Robb survived the Red Wedding and was sorta a LORD STONEHEART! I'm a bigger Robb/Daenerys fan so I MUST to add their ship in the story. Hope you like it...

Tyrion:

They all stared at him. Not in the way they did in King's Landing. Everyone knew who he was, he was Tyrion 'The Imp' Lannister. In Westeros, when you play the game the house name means everything. Now his name and head has The people of Meereen just saw a little man walking around them.

They patted his head for goodluck. Tyrion wouldn't mind, but he grew tired of everyone in the city patting the top of his head. There was a sign of piece in the city after he made the deal with the masters. No fleets had bee set aflame again, and the Sons of the Harpy haven't killed.

"I call that a successful plan." He bragged to his bald perfumed scented companion next to him. "Would you?" Tyrion's eyes rolled at Varys. He saved a city, and he will make sure it doesn't fall to the ground before Daenerys returns.

"Look around. The city has come back to life." People were hurrying throught he street busy, they were at work and not hiding in their homes and not worrying of being killed. "You made a pact with fanatics." Varys said unimpressed with the work Tyrion has done.

"I did and it worked." Tyrion joked with him on him being probably his dearest friend, and then adding more jokes to his childhood cut. Walking out of the market, they stopped at the docks to the ship.

"I hope your right on this expedition of yours." Tyrion said. The master of whispers would be leaving for a journey which Tyrion wasn't able to know. "If I don't return then I was wrong. We need friends in Westeros and we need ships."

Where would he find friends for the queen? Most of Westeros doesn't know she's alive and others hate her and find her a threat. His family was one of those, but they might be dead so they wouldn't be a problem. Cersei preferably, all of Westeros would be at piece if one of Daenerys' delightful children would burn her to a crisp.

"Most of all we need a queen to use those ships." Tyrion replied sternly, many believed she would not return on the winged beast she left on. Some had sworn they saw her fall off the dragon and into Slaver's Bay, but she couldn't have. She couldn't he thought. He went across the world to find a reason not to drink himself to death and her reign was it.

"She has to come back, my heart has been broken too many times already." Varys said. His arm patted Tyrion on the shoulder to what was his heartfelt goodbye. "I'll walk the rest of the way myself. I can't go on a seaboat mission accompanied by the most famous dwarf in the city."

Varys began to walk further into the crowd and that's when Tyrion called his name. "Varys! The most famous dwarf in the world." He said. That put a smile on his bald friend as he walked away and he could no longer see his head in the crowd of Meereenese.

That may have been to his stature, but he turned back on his way to the pyramid. Perhaps Grey Worm and Missandei would drink with him again. Their first drink together had gone not as Tyrion expected, they were not very good drinking companions, but they were the only ones who would agree to. He needed a drink by this time, he had a smile to him when he thought of the taste of it, that smiled lowered when he was dragged into an alley. The blade was cold against his neck.

"I have money, I can pay you back." Tyrion said licking his lips hoping whoever was behind him spoke the common tongue. His heart beat faster he couldn't come up with the translation in Valyrian. He looked down to the ground and saw what was to be his killer had no shoes.

The beige rags he wore on him showed he wasn't a master, he had been freed by the queen. When he began to talk, he spoke fast and his accent was too thick. All he could understand was mhysa which was Daenerys and the word for masters.

Varys was right, he made a deal with finatics and there would be tension with the newly freed citizens. When the man spoke his voice had been muffled as if his mouth was covered by something. The puddles on the ground had a clear view of them. He wore a golden mask that he had seen in the fighting pits.

There was relief when the sons of the harpy hadn't killed anyone in weeks, but now Tyrion would be their newest victim. The harpy had more strength in him than Tyrion. The way he held him that he couldn't move his head or the knife would break his skin. When he could feel the metal move he knew he couldn't be saved.

All he could think was Where is my brother. He felt the blade rise and blood dripped down to his forehead. He opened his eyes to feel no pain of his throat being slit. Only the weight of someone fall towards him.

Tyrion fell to his knees and so did the harpy. Blood gushed from his mask as he gasped and Tyrion's head was full of relief and confusion. He should be dead, but now his assassin lies where he may have been. He turned to see the shadow who had saved him.

For once Tyrion had no words to say, his eyes widened to the sight of him. You can't be real, you are supposed to be dead. Those were the only words he could comprehend, because he is dead. He read the note the raven sent in the small council chamber. He was the one to read the words aloud, the one Joffery had smiled joyfully to. You died at the twins.