His eyes snapped open he couldn't believe he had actually fallen asleep. Taking in his surroundings he realized he was sitting up in a chair; his neck ached as he looked to the bed hoping to see Sansa awake but his heart dropped when he saw that she wasn't there. Panicked he jumped from his seat frantically looking around but he didn't see her anywhere.
The door to their chamber opened to reveal Shae his mistress. Great this was the last thing he needed. She looked at him but then her gaze fell to the empty bed. She strolled over to him with a smile on her face. Reaching out her hand she cupped his face. He tried to push her away but she was persistent bringing her hand up to his hair running her fingers through the blonde curls; it felt good but he needed to focus she leaned down intending to kiss his lips but again he pushed her away.
Angrily she stood up straight and gave him a shove. "I don't have time for this Shea, Sansa is missing." Panic reached his voice. Her gaze softened but she just gave a shrug, "Maybe she got up early." She reasoned but he knew that wasn't what happened this had to do with the other him. "And besides I thought you weren't interested in her. I thought you said she was just a child." Her voice was accusing. Her arms crossed over her chest he knew she was angry but right now he really couldn't care, Sansa needed him more than she did. Huffing she marched to the bed throwing back the blankets but instead of gathering the sheets like he thought she would instead she stormed over bringing her hand up and gave him a hard slap across the check.
"You bedded her?" She shouted. He was touching the check she just slapped when her words sunk in. Ignoring her glare he raced over to the bed stepping up on the stool he took in the blood on the sheets. His heart started to race and he felt like he couldn't breathe properly. Oh seven hells what did he do? Where is she? Is she ok? His mind was racing. The door opened stopping his mind in its rampant thoughts. Cersei walked in taking in the scene. Walking over to the mirror she grabbed the blanket from the previous night and threw it over the mirror.
"Leave us." She told Shea. The dark haired woman did not look happy but curtsied and left the room. Once alone she walked to the bed, she looked shocked as her eyes fell on the blood stain. "I'll kill him." Angrily she went back to the mirror ripping the blanket from it. She stood close to it pointing a finger at her reflection. "I'll kill you for this." She shouted. He ran over to her placing a hand on her wrist hoping to get her attention. It worked as she turned her murderous gaze to him. "We have to find Sansa." He looked at her pleading for her not to upset his counterpart until they knew Sansa was ok.
Placing the blanket back over the mirror she nodded understanding his quiet plea. Her eyes narrowed on something following her gaze he saw she was looking at the door that lead to his solar. Running over Cersei reached for the knob but it wouldn't open. Bringing her fist to the wood she began pounding on the door. "Sansa." He shouted hoping she could hear him but no response. "Do you have anything we can break the door down with?" She asked her voice filled with panic. "I have an axe." He answered remembering his weapon from the battle. "Ok go get it." She ordered. He turned and ran to a big trunk where he thought Podrick had put it. Lifting the lid he could see a lot of papers and books. Reaching in he started to throw things on the floor searching. He felt relief as his eyes fell on the handle of the weapon.
Reaching in and pulling the axe from the trunk he turned and saw that Cersei had a guard in the room but his armour was black with the snake symbol on the breastplate. Running over she snatched the axe from his grasp handing it off to the guard. "Bring the door down." She ordered. The guard stalked over to the door and raised the weapon above his head and swung it with full force attacking the door leaving a small hole in the top of the wood. Tyrion couldn't help but feel panic rise up again as he watched the axe hit the door repeatedly. What if they were too late? What if something awful has happened? Sansa did say not to make him angry. What if this was his fault? His head was working too much at the moment so he walked to the table him and Cersei used last night and poured himself a large glass of wine.
Continuing to watch as the door to his solar was destroyed he tried to calm his nerves he couldn't remember the last time he felt like this. He knew he was going to have to send Shae away it was too dangerous. His father and sister he could predict but not this burned version of him he had no idea what he would do. "I think you should go in first you know so she knows where she is." Cersei's voice brought him back to the present situation. Nodding he downed the rest of his wine and sat the cup back on the table.
Walking to the shattered door he could see there was sunlight coming in from the opened windows. Stepping in the room he looked around but couldn't see Sansa anywhere. "Sansa it's ok. It's just me Lord Tyrion." He called out into the dark room but no one answered. Going behind his desk he caught sight of auburn hair and his heart stopped. Turning to the opening of the room He called out to Cersei, "Get a healer now." The blonde ran into the room but stopped just short of the side of his desk when she saw Sansa lying on her back with multiply wounds on her. Gaining her composer she went around him and started to check her wounds.
"I sent Joffery to get a healer." Her voice shook as she moved Sansa's hair from her forehead to get a better look at the nasty bruise above her eye. He couldn't move as he looked at his wife lying unconscious before him. He felt like it was mocking him; telling him you're not strong enough to protect her. You can't protect her. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind.
Hearing the door open he looked through the hole to see that Joffery had returned with a woman he had never seen before. Cersei stood greeting their new edition. The woman had dark curly hair and she looked to be from Flea Bottom judging by her clothes. She curtsied and said, "Your grace it is an honor to.." but before she could finish Cersei interrupted her, "I'm only going to say this once so listen very closely; if anyone finds out about this I'll slit your throat myself." The woman's dark eyes studied her for a moment but she just smiled and said, "Of course your grace." Leading the woman into the room where Sansa was he could see Cersei was watching the woman very closely.
Tyrion decided to give them privacy and besides this could give him a chance to know the other Joffery. Walking to the table he grabbed the container and filled two glasses. He held out the glass of wine as the younger man removed his helmet and sat it on the table. Retrieving the offered beverage Joffery sat down and brought the glass to his nose taking a deep breath just as his mother had done the previous night.
"So, your the other Joffery." He wasn't exactly sure what to say to him. "Lucky for you, or you would be screwed." The blonde jokes. He could see a smile on his face. Having a good feeling about this version of Joffery he gave a smile in return. "So, how did you become a kingsguard?" He asked taking a sip of wine. The younger man brought the glass to his mouth and drank; he seemed to be thinking about it. Setting the glass on the table he said, "I never wanted to be king. I didn't think I would make a good one. My father kept pressuring me to take the throne but I just wanted to travel." His voice sounded sad. "My grandfather and me were going to travel to Bravvos then we were going to the free cities but that went all hell when my father died." He sounded regretful. Tyrion felt bad for the boy if his father hadn't have died none of this would have happened. Just like in this world he thought.
"Did a boar kill him?" He asked remembering that's supposedly how Robert died in this world. Joffery looked confused "If boars know how to shoot crossbows then yes." He quipped. He didn't know what to say to that. The boy reached for his wine glass again Tyrion noticed that where his right hand should have been there was a iron hand instead. Realizing his mistake he swapped hands and retrieved the glass taking a sip. "How did that happen?" He motioned to the missing hand. Joffery looked down at the hand staring at it like it was something foreign. "I refused an order from the king." He sounded angry. "I refused to kill a young boy. The king thought his father knew something about the Targaryan girl but he didn't. He still had the boy killed and his father. He said i would have joined them but, because I'm family I got to live." His voice cracked. And here I thought our Joffery was bad thinking about all the things his idiot nephew had done. "How did you find a healer so quick?" He asked. The blonde just shrugged and said, "She's a healer in the other world I knew where to find her." He relied.
Drinking the rest of his wine he sat the glass down. A noise from the other room caught their attention looking over at the opening he saw the healer step out of the room followed by Cersei. The blonde had a smile on her face. "Sansa's awake."
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