I cannot kneel for you though I feel you pull my skirt to have me do so. My eyes stay closed to hide the tears I cannot cry. I will make this up to you I promise myself as you stand on the back of a fool. The King laughs at you and I clench my fists. When I am cloaked under your protection the septon bade us kiss. For this I kneel, my hair hiding our faces from view. I cup your face in my hand my fingers nearly touching your scar and I let you see my what's in my heart for just a moment. Your eyes widen in surprise but your face has resumed its mask when I pull back and stand, my mouth solemn and eyes downcast. The night passes in a blur of dances and food and of course the threats from our good King. Heat pools in my belly as you threaten the King's jewels. I choke back a giggle as you stand up, the very picture of drunk and lead me from the hall. Your hand holds mine all the way to our room and I sigh a little when you withdraw from me to lock the door. You stand with your back to me and I take these moments to silently undress. I wish to show you who I truly am beneath my lady's training. I know you hear me, your back stiffens as the dress falls from my body. You turn to say my name but I am quicker and my hand covers your mouth before it can escape. No words. Words are for after; now I will cherish what I pretended to fear. I help you undress and you try to cover yourself and turn from me. Your desire for me is obvious but my age and innocence hold you back. I place your hands on my breasts and allow a sigh of pleasure. You seem to shake off your hesitations and begin to explore in earnest pulling gasps from me. And suddenly you are above me your eyes full of questions. I nod yes and pull you closer, feeling the slide of you in me. I cling to every moment and squeeze tightly around you. You are mine if only for this moment and I will cherish every push and pull of our bodies wrapped together. I feel you tighten inside me and your eyes fly open and my name is whispered as I feel you release inside me.
After wards we sleep, pillowed by our clothing and the thick carpet. You lay against me one arm flung over my middle holding me close as you dream. I cannot help but watch you, knowing that when you wake I must explain myself. When did I begin to love you? You rescued me from the King and his Guards when they beat me for my brothers actions. And after in your chambers you reassured me, treating me with respect, something no one had done since my father died. I thought of you secretly as my champion. And than when Stannis came to stack to city you led the sortie yourself when the King and Knights ran. I prayed for you when I heard of your injury and closed my mouth tightly when your sister spoke against you. What would the King have said had I told the truth? You are waking up now, sleep in your eyes. I will close mine and watch what you do, mine husband. But with your hands on me I cannot maintain myself composure and giggle quietly. You hear me and open your mouth ready to ask all those questions that only I can answer. I suppose it is time. How could you know I love you? Had I betrayed myself by word or action the King would have never let you marry me. As it is they believe they are punishing us both and why should we allow them to know differently? You are my beloved husband, the man I chose for myself. I hope to become the wife you would have chosen. I say all this to you my eyes never leaving yours and when you smile I breathe in before kissing you. We will play the game as well, side by side, and sweep them all from the board. I lean close and whisper in your ear,
"I love you, Tyrion Lannister."