Game of Thrones: A Wolf Comes Home
Chapter 10 of my Game of Thrones story.
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Tyrion
Tyrion frowned as he left the throne room, following the incident with the Westerlings. He had seen it all too clearly and was certain he wasn't the only one.
'So, dear Lady Margaery thinks she can wrap Joffrey around her little finger.' He thought to himself. 'She's playing with fire there; she surely can't be so oblivious she can't see that Cersei realizes what she's doing.'
Tyrion grimaced at that. He knew how volatile his sister could be, especially in situations like this. The Tyrell alliance was necessary if they were to deal with their opponents, but Cersei would not even consider that if she went after Margaery in revenge for manipulating Joffrey. Shaking his head Tyrion returned to his chambers where Bronn and Podrick were waiting. They looked up as he entered and he nodded to them, taking his seat.
"Well, that was dramatic, to say the least." He remarked casually.
"What happened, my Lord?" Podrick asked, worried.
Bronn then added. "Yeah, this ought to be good, going by your reaction."
Tyrion sighed and then explained in detail everything that had happened in the throne room regarding the Westerlings.
"Now I'm afraid it's all too clear that the Tyrells are planning something; worse than that, Cersei knows." Tyrion finished. "This means she is likely to act on her suspicions and cause problems, especially since we still need the Tyrells."
He sighed, even saying it out loud; all he saw was an entire mess of problems with no obvious solution.
Shaking his head he sighed.
"Well, this is going to be a fine mess." He remarked. "Wonder what's going to break first, Cersei's temper or my nerves."
Before any of them could reply to that there was a knock on the door. It was a messenger requesting Tyrion to attend a Small Council meeting.
"Very well, give me a moment." He said quickly.
He then turned to Pod. "We better hurry, get me ready for this and pass on a message, 'usual place, after the meeting is done.'"
Pod nodded. "Y-yes My Lord."
"And be discreet."
Pod nodded again and once Tyrion was ready he left the room. Tyrion also left and began heading for the small council chambers, now in the Tower of the Hand, on his father's orders. When he arrived he found everyone else was already gathered, noting his sister's furious expression Tyrion took his seat and waited for his father to begin.
"Well now that we're all here." Tywin stated blandly.
Tyrion did not react, he knew his father was simply trying to get a rise out of him and was determined not to fall for it.
Tywin cleared his throat and continued. "We now must turn our attention to more important matters, now that the king is done amusing himself."
Everyone turned their attention to Tywin; waiting for him to begin seriously; knowing that whatever he had to say would likely be part of recent events.
Tywin then began to explain.
"As we all know, the Red Wedding was a failure; the Frey's have been wiped out and the Starks are regaining power rapidly." He paused to let this sink in before continuing. "Our recent reports state that Robb Stark got guidance from the Crannogmen of the Neck and is now back in the North, dealing crushing defeats to the Ironborn as he goes. While the Ironborn in the North are of no concern to us, these attacks will eventually leave our allies, the Bolton's isolated. We can be certain that Robb Stark will move against them."
Tyrion pondered this; wondering just how long the Starks would take to recover from their campaign and what could be done to stop them. Finally Tywin spoke again.
"We need to act quickly, to warn the Bolton's of the impending danger. We must send word to Dreadfort and to Roose Bolton."
Tyrion nodded and finally spoke. "Yes, excellent idea father; perhaps we could also offer some advice to the Bolton's maybe some way to allow them to prevent an attack by the Starks who seem to have recovered their momentum."
Cersei glared at Tyrion as if she felt he had no right to speak. "Mind your tongue, brother; you are here on sufferance and…"
"An excellent idea Tyrion, do you have a suggestion?" Tywin said, cutting across Cersei who looked shocked at their father's acceptance of Tyrion's speech.
Tyrion sighed; he truly didn't have any ideas; he had only intended to offer a warning after all.
Luckily he was saved by Varys who then spoke up.
"I've heard from my little birds that Robb Stark's entire family has remained behind in the Twins and will soon be journeying north to join him beyond Moat Cailin." He paused and then added. "Robb Stark cares greatly for family and as such; should we get word to the Bolton's…I'm sure they will see an opportunity and take it."
Tywin nodded slowly. "Very well, an acceptable plan, I shall ensure they receive the message. Now we have other issues, while still not budging, Stannis continues to languish on Dragonstone and the mere thought of him prevents many of our armies from moving. Plus there has been reported attacks in the Reach by Ironborn ships, from those not in the North I'd presume."
Tyrion sighed, half-listening as the planning continued, wondering how much longer it would be, he knew for certain after all, that nothing conclusive would be reached regarding these current threats. Stannis wasn't directly causing them any trouble and the reports from the Reach were too vague for a definite plan. Just then however Cersei spoke up and Tyrion listened keenly.
"We are forgetting a dangerous threat father." She said sharply. "Close to home, that girl Margaery…"
Tywin cut across her sharply. "That will do Cersei and you would be wise to be polite to our young Queen."
Cersei immediately flared up. "I am the Queen…"
"Queen Regent, Joffrey is King and Margaery is his Queen. You'd do well to remember the difference."
Cersei fumed but said nothing, knowing that arguing more would be pointless.
So it was that Tyrion was able to leave the meeting, when it finally ended, with the smug satisfaction of seeing his sister's jealousies being exposed for what they were, just that, jealousy. Once he left he quickly began heading for his prearranged rendezvous at the usual location. When he arrived however he was worried as the place was deserted. The room was hidden, out the way, within one of the secret passages, yet he had used it before, so had she.
"Shae?"
"In here, my Lord."
He turned to one of the hidden alcoves of the room and smiled as he approached. He stopped dead however, taken by surprise at the fact she was already naked.
Seeing his surprise Shae smirked before kneeling down to kiss him. "Do not fear My Lord; I merely hid my clothes in one of the other alcoves. Now, I fear you are terribly overdressed."
Smirking again Tyrion replied candidly. "Indeed, care to help me with that."
Laughing Shae began to undress him; as she did so, Tyrion reflected ruefully once again that he was putting her in terrible danger, putting both of them in danger, yet they both still took the risks, and he couldn't truly fathom why.
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