A/N Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)
As Lord Tywin, Tyrion and Cersei arrived at the Great Hall most of the guests were already there. King Joffrey, Prince Tommen, Lady Margaery, Lady Rosemary, Ser Loras, Lord Mace Tyrell, Lady Olenna and Lady Alerie, Lords Redwyne and Rowan, Varys, Maester Pycelle, Ser Kevan Lannister and Lancel, Sansa Stark and many other Lords and Ladys of the court. Right after, Prince Oberyn made his big entrance. He was not alone. Right next to his side, there was Ellaria Sand. Their presence seemed to fill and hypnotize the entire room.
Everyone was buzzing and commenting.
Lord Tywin narrowed his eyes. "He brought her?" That would make the marriage proposition a lot harder to do.
Cersei smirked. "Is that the man you want me to marry?"
"It's the man we need to soothe." Lord Tywin replied.
Tyrion sat next to Sansa and he could immediately feel the tension and uneasiness from her side. He dared to look at Rosemary. She was even more beautiful than usual. He saw her make a weak smile and he sighed. Just a little more time, my dear. Before this feast is over we'll be out of here and free to be together.
Sansa noticed their modest looks at each other. Even though she couldn't really understand it, the moments she had witnessed between the two in the Godswood made her think. That was almost romantic. No, not almost. It was romantic. But how... How can a beautiful, young, gentle Lady like Rosemary feel that way about him? She glanced at Tyrion. He's such an ugly little man but then again his words to her were so... beautiful. His gestures. He was so kind, so affectionate and so... Knightly, even though he is not one. And Rosemary was right; he did save me from Joffrey that time. He's been nothing but kind to me. Maybe if...
Loras whispered in her sister's ear. "You need to be more discreet, Rosemary."
"Why? Everybody is clearly mesmerized by Prince Oberyn and his companion. They have four daughters together, don't they?"
"Yes. You know rules in Dorne are slightly more... liberal." For a moment he wished that he and Renly were born in Dorne.
"I'm not sure how I feel about that but you can't deny their power of seducing everyone just by the look in their eyes."
"You're probably right. Just look at our Father. That smile... I wonder what he has been talking with Oberyn..."
"I just hope it won't affect my plans with Tyrion..."
Loras smirked in doubt. "Father didn't tell me any details but I'm afraid of what might happen... He was very sure that Oberyn was going to help him. How he's gonna help, I have no idea... I don't like him. He gives me the creeps."
Meanwhile, Oberyn and Ellaria had already taken their places of honor and after some courtesy words from the hosts, including King Joffrey, Cersei and Lord Tywin, Oberyn finally spoke. Everybody went quiet as soon as his voice was heard. "Thank you, your Grace, for all this immense... banquet. Even though I feel honored to be among such exquisite company I have to say I'd feel more honored if I was given what was promised to my House."
Lord Tywin replied. "You will. The man who you were looking for, the one responsible for the murder of your sister and her children, Amory Lorch is already dead. And as for the place in the small council we've decided that you shall have it."
Everyone part of the small council looked in surprise at Lord Tywin and his sudden and unexpected decision. Mace Tyrell's smile faded but Oberyn didn't show any special expressions except a tiny smile. "Oh, I'm very glad to hear it. A Lannister always pays his debts, is it not?"
Everyone laughed but Lord Tywin just nodded. "Even my son's own debts, yes." He looked at Tyrion, who was the one who had made Oberyn such promises.
Tyrion stroked his chin in deep thought. Amory Lorch? The sole responsible for Elia's murder? And her children? Is Oberyn believing that? Oh Father, it's dangerous to trick a man like Oberyn. And now putting him in the small council...
Lord Tyrell drank his wine and looked anxiously at Oberyn, who kept his cryptic and seductive smile. "To the union of our Houses through Princess Myrcella and Prince Trystane's wedding." Oberyn raised his glass for cheering.
Cersei bit her lips hard and gave Tyrion a furious look. She would never forget him for sending her daughter away to Dorne.
Lord Tywin raised his glass too. "That union could be stronger if my daughter Cersei and Queen Regent was bound to your House by marriage too..."
Lord Mace Tyrell rolled his eyes. For the love of Gods... He's trying to win Oberyn's allegiance in every way, the place in the small council, now offering his own daughter to marry him... No, you have already stolen my daughters, you've stolen Sansa Stark from my son, you can't steal Oberyn. The Red Viper must be smarter than this... I told him the responsible for his sister's rape and murder. The one who gave the order to Amory Lorch and Gregor Clegane. And he knew it already. His thirst for revenge must be stronger than his desire for power and this false flattery from Tywin...
Prince Oberyn raised an eyebrow and kept his mysterious smile. "You're too kind Lord Tywin. I would be honored." He grinned at Cersei.
Cersei's face seemed like a sphinx. Outside no one could really guess the anger and fury inside her. I swear, you're my Father but right now I just want to kill you.
Ellaria Sand just smiled like she wasn't bothered at all.
Margaery turned to Rosemary. "Too many weddings going on or is it just me?"
Rosemary seemed worried. "I don't have a good feeling about all this..."
King Joffrey was bored. "Now that we have one more wedding to add to all the others can we start the damn feast? I command everyone to stop talking and start eating and drinking!"
Lord Tywin cast a disapproving look at his grandson but at least half the people in attendance cheered the King's words and for a while everybody just drank and ate.
Ser Dontos was there to play the fool he was and to make everybody laugh. Well, not everybody but still some people laughed.
Sansa felt sorry for Ser Dontos and she quickly felt sorry for herself too. Sorry because she wasn't marrying the Knight the Flowers. After all Queen Cersei and Lord Tywin would never allow her to leave King's Landing even if her husband to be Tyrion ran away with Lady Rosemary. And then she wouldn't even have Tyrion himself. She would remain a hostage in the Red Keep and at the mercy of the cruel Joffrey. She now wished she had accepted Lord Baelish offer of taking her away from King's Landing.
By now most of people were already standing up.
Loras whispered in Rosemary's ear, "are you really sure about this? I can't protect you once you and the Imp are gone. Neither can Father. Wouldn't it be wiser if you just waited...?"
"Wait?! If I stay, tomorrow at this hour I'll be married to Lord Tywin. Is that what you want?"
Loras smirked. "No, but the Imp? Why?"
"Oh dear brother. Did I ever ask you: why Renly? You can't choose who you love. You know that."
Loras sobbed quietly. "I do. Well, I'm only assisting you in this madness because I love you. And I swear, if the dwarf ever hurts you in any way... I'll kill him."
Lord Mace was wandering around speaking to everyone. When he finally had a chance he approached Oberyn.
"Lord Tyrell." Oberyn smiled pleasantly. "I strongly advise you not to be seen talking to me. After all, we hate each other."
Mace narrowed his eyes. "We do... So, are we..."
After an almost nonexistent nod with his eyes, Oberyn just snapped out loud. "If you ever bother me again about that accident I might just cripple your other knightly son and this time it won't be an accident."
Lord Mace turned his back at Prince Oberyn and whined at Lord Tywin. "He's evil. You are crazy putting him in the small council and in your daughter's bed."
Lord Tywin wanted to smile. But he didn't. Sure, you are just jealous because he's stealing your power and Cersei from you. And, of course, he crippled your son.
King Joffrey was getting bored again. He noticed Sansa talking to his wife-to-be, Margaery, so he went over there. "My dear Lady Margaery, you shouldn't waste your time talking to traitor's daughters and sisters. In fact, she shouldn't even be here." He turned to Sansa with a threatening face. "Why are you here? I'm the King and the King commands you to leave this feast and forbids you to speak to my betrothed ever again."
"She's here because she's my betrothed." Tyrion intervened. "And you can't threaten my wife to be like that. She's not yours anymore."
Joffrey was fuming. "You can't talk to me like that! I'm the King. It only takes a word of mine and you and your stupid bride are beheaded!"
Tyrion was not impressed. "Dear nephew, Aerys the mad was king too. Where is he now?"
"Traitor!"Joffrey hissed. He was close to combust and Tyrion just took Sansa's arm and led her away. "You must excuse Joffrey, my Lady, he's slightly obnoxious, but you already know that, don't you?"
Sansa smiled. "You were kind to defend me, my Lord."
"Oh child." Tyrion sighed. What will become of you when I leave with Rosemary? Poor girl. Hopefully the Tyrells will manage to take her to Highgarden...
Sansa noticed the pity in his eyes. "Oh my Lord, I... don't worry about me. I'll... survive. As I have survived. Just be with your Lady. I understand."
Tyrion froze for a moment. She knew. "Sansa, I..."
She smiled sadly. "I promised Lady Rosemary I wouldn't tell. And I won't. She was kind to me and so were you. You deserve to be happy together."
"Thank you, my Lady. You deserve all the best and someone who can truly love you and appreciate you. I hope you'll find him." Tyrion bowed and left her. He went to look for Bronn. It was time for him to leave. He would go first. Rosemary would only leave about an hour later not to raise suspicious.
"Bronn." He said when he finally found him. "Time to go."
Bronn smirked annoyed. "Now? When the party was starting to be so good?" He laughed at the scene in front of him. Ser Dontos trying to get Lady Tanda for a dance.
"NOW." Tyrion said.
"All right. Calm down, you're just about to steal your Father's bride. No big deal. Let's go."
Tyrion groaned. "Sometimes I wonder why I still endure you..."
Bronn left the Great Hall right after Tyrion.
At the same time a sudden scream silences everyone in the Hall. Lord Tywin is lying dead on the floor.
A/N I have seen all the tv series episodes so far and I've read all the books so far, so what I write has got a mix of both, plus my own adds and twists. :)