Ok here's chapter 10. This is is mirror Tyrion s pov. So please tell me what you think.
Coming back from the other world Tyrion turned around and marveled at the mirrors he had stacked up on the wall over five hundred. He felt pride in knowing that his plan was working. Hearing someone approach he turned to see Catelyn Stark her eyes widened at the mass of mirrors. "Your Grace I take it your plan worked?" She said coming closer. "Yes, and now we won't need the other worlds mirrors to access it. Thanks to the stone." He motioned with his head where the stone had been lodged into base of the grand structure.
"Are you sure that we can save Sansa?" She asked her voice filled with worry. Walking closer to her he handed off his crossbow to a guard. "Of course I do. I won't let her stay in that world with those blood thirsty people." He vowed. "And now that the whore is dead I know that she's a little bit safer." She gave him a small smile at that. "Good I'll be glad when she's home for good instead of having to worry every time she falls asleep if she's going to wake up at all." Her voice sounded angry at the mention of Sansa not waking up one day. He didn't like to think about that either because if she did die he wouldn't be able to access the other world.
"Your Grace the heads of house Tyrell are here." Robb said as he walked forward. Good, another part of my plan coming together. He thought as he told Catelyn goodnight. Leaving the room he felt confident that after this no one would be rebelling when he went to the other world to retrieve his queen for good.
Entering the throne room he made his way to the throne. The Tyrells seemed nervous he noticed considering he threatened to burn them were they stood the last time they were here he couldn't blame them. Taking his seat he motioned for his guest to step forward. Coming to kneel in front of him they kept their eyes on the floor. "Your Grace." Mace Tyrell said as he stood. "I'm glad that you have decided to come and repair the damage that was caused last time." He spoke in a serious tone cutting the man off. "Yes of course I want to apologize on behalf of my children's stupidity for trying to ruin your engagement to Sansa Stark." The man before him trembled. It's good to see that he isn't stupid he thought.
Nodding his head he looked over to the woman beside her father Margery Tyrell she wore a dress that was not appropriate on anyone. Her eyes were on the floor refusing to look at him. "Yes I think what your children tried to do was stupid. I mean why would I marry that." He hissed motioning to the dull creature in front of him. "I mean brown hair and brown eyes that's boring and the way she dresses she looks like a whore." Some guards laughed at his statement but Mace and Olenna looked furious. "How dare you insult my granddaughter that way you evil demon." Olenna shouted. He glared at her. Some guards even moved forward with their hands on their swords. "I'm just stating some facts. If I hadn't banned brothels I'm sure she would be the best one suited for the job." He laughed. The monarch of the family was glaring daggers at him. She opened her mouth to defend her granddaughter again but he wouldn't have it. "Open your mouth again and you might find your tongue missing." He hissed. Closing her mouth he watched as they turned to leave. "Going somewhere?" He asked. Mace Tyrell turned back around giving him a hated look. "Yes we're going home." He gave them a confused look. "How can you go home when there is no home to go back to." He could see the confusion on their faces which made smirk at their stupidity. Why would he just forgive them for insulting his future bride. He thought. "You see while you were on your way here I had some men go to Highgarden with pots of wildfire so I don't think you have a home left at least I hope not." He watched as horror crossed their faces as his statement sunk in.
Satisfied with his handy work he motioned to his guards who started to surround them. "Take them to the dungeon." He ordered. Watching as the Tyrells were drug from the throne room he began feeling like his plan was almost complete. "Brother we need to talk." His glee was automatically turned sour at the sound of his wretched sisters voice. Looking over he saw her coming to stand in front of him. "About what? And don't call me that." Hissing he stood hoping to get away from her. But she stepped in front of him blocking his way. "What exactly are your plans for when you get to the other world?" Judging by her voice she sounded worried but couldn't understand why. "That's none of your concern." He snapped. Taking the hint she moved out of his way and hurried in the other direction.
Continuing on his way out of the throne room he saw his hand coming towards him. Ned Stark stopped and gave him a bow. "Your Grace I would like to speak with you about your trip." The man sounded worried about something. "What about?" He snapped. He really didn't have time for something to go wrong. "I was just wondering if you were taking the dragons with you?" Oh well I suppose that was a good question after all he was leaving the man in charge but leaving him no guards. Pulling himself out of his thoughts he said, "No, I'm going to leave them here with you just in case someone tries anything stupid." Satisfied with his answer Ned Stark began walking with him.
Reaching the room were all the mirrors where kept he strolled in seeing no one was inside. Stepping further in the room he came to a stop in front of his desk. He had everything from his office moved into this room that way he could work and see what was going on in the other world. Thinking about the other world he lifted his head from his paperwork and gazed at the mirrors. Standing he walked closer to them. Reaching at the base he pulled the stone from the slot and closed his hand around it. Bringing the stone to his chest he said "Sansa Stark." The mirror in front of him began warping until it showed nothing but blackness. That means she's got the mirror covered or she isn't around a mirror. He thought bitterly.
Deciding to spy on someone new he spoke in a clear voice. "Joffery Lannister." Again the mirror warped but instead of going blank this time it showed the false king in his bed charmed along with his horrid mother. They were sitting down at a table discussing something. "Just think about it in three weeks you'll be married." Cersei said in bored voice. Joffery didn't seem to care as he just shrugged. "Margery Tyrell is very beautiful don't you think?" His mother asked. The false king stood and fiddled with his crossbow. "I guess so." He said. Tyrion couldn't help but laugh at that. They have no idea what's coming for them. He thought gleefully. Hearing the door behind him open he opened his hand causing the image to return to normal. Seeing his reflection he frowned. "Your Grace I was just coming to see when we should be prepared to leave?" Jon Snow one of his best generals said. Turning to the young man he gave him a wicked smile. "In about three weeks and tell the boys to wear their best armour." He spoke in a menacing tone. Glancing up at the white wolf they called him he could see confusion. "Why?" He asked. "Because were going to crash a wedding."
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