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. :)

Grand Maester Pycelle was kneeling beside Lord Tywin's body. "He is dead, your Grace."

King Joffrey showed a mix of confusion and shock on his face. "What was it? He just died? He was not young but... Just like that?"

Maester Pycelle stared at the corpse. "Lord Tywin was very healthy. The way he just fell... This was poison. It's made to look like a natural death but it's not."

"So, someone murdered my Grandfather? Poisoned him? Is that what you are saying?"

Pycelle shrugged. "Yes, I think so, your Grace."

Everyone in the room went from quiet with shock to whispering and commenting with shock.

The Tyrells were all together. Rosemary was breathing heavily. "Oh Gods, did someone really do this? Maybe he just simply died, a stroke or something?"

Lord Mace Tyrell was very calm. "Well, he was old. It seems more plausible than poison."

Lady Alerie was in anguish and she hugged her daughter. "Oh my dear Rosemary, poor you, husbandless again even before the wedding, again."

Loras looked at his father and at then at Prince Oberyn. He was standing next to Ellaria and his expression was cryptic. He approached Pycelle. "Exucse me, Grand Maester, I've spent quite some time in Oldtown, long ago, in the Citadel, I almost became a Maester myself and I've studied more poisons than you can imagine across the Narrow Sea. You can't really tell whether this is a natural death or poison. A simple heart stroke would produce this same result."

Pycelle studied Oberyn's face. "You might be right but you do admit the existence of poisons that could make this look like a natural death."

Oberyn acquiesced. "I'm just saying that there is no way that you can prove either case."

Cersei Lannister was right next to her Father's body, a hand over his cheek. She had a single tear running down her cheek. She had her divergences with Lord Tywin but he was her Father nonetheless. She wiped quickly her tear and stood up, graciously as ever. "My Father was murdered. I'm sure of it."

King Joffrey looked enraged. "So the traitor is somewhere here in this room. No one leaves the room!" He shouted at the guards. As soon as the exits were blocked, Joffrey looked around, "where's my stupid uncle? UNCLE!"

"Your Grace, Lord Tyrion left not even ten minutes ago." Ser Meryn Trant said.

Joffrey frowned. "Left?"

"Or ran away?" Cersei added.

"What? Mother, are you saying...?" Joffrey scowled.

"Your uncle had plenty of reasons to want your Grandfather dead. He was denied the right to inherit Casterly Rock and its lands, his former bethrothed, Lady Rosemary, was now your Grandfather's wife to be, he did not want to marry his new bride, Sansa Stark... His whore was hanged by Father... Not to mention that Father took Tyrion's former position as Hand of the King... Tyrion hated Father, you can be sure of that."

"I want the traitor who calls himself my uncle here!" Joffrey yelled. "Go get him and bring him here!" He shouted at no one but Ser Meryn Trant and one of the Kettleblack brothers responded to his call.

"Oh no... Have I heard right?" Rosemary looked desperately at Loras. "Are they blaming Tyrion for the murder of his Father?!"

Loras smirked. He did not believe it either. "Apparently."

Lord Varys approached the King. "Your Grace, surely your uncle had nothing to do with this..."

"Why? Do you know anything?" He snapped.

Varys shook his head. "Unfortunately no." He was in the dark here. He had no clue of what had just happened. He didn't know if it was murder and if it was he had no clue of who could be responsible. He could see motives in almost everyone in attendance but he couldn't be sure. And that was killing him.

Rosemary started cry. "It's all ruined." She sobbed in her sister's shoulder.

Cersei glanced at the Tyrells suspiciously. Margaery noticed and spoke to Cersei while she hugged her sister, "Rosemary feels deeply this tragic accident. She has just lost her future husband."

"Yes, I'm sure she does." Cersei said not very convinced. She wasn't even married to my Father yet, there's nothing the Tyrells could really gain from this but why do I have this strange feeling... No, this has to be Tyrion's work. This will be Tyrion's work. And I'll get rid of him once and for all.

Not even ten minutes later Tyrion Lannister is brought in by Ser Meryn Trant. He literally shoves the dwarf to the center of the room. "Caught him leaving the Red Keep already."

"Traitor!" Joffrey shouts. "Murderer! Kinslayer!"

Tyrion stared at his Father's dead body. "What...? What happened here?"

"As if you wouldn't know, dear brother." Cersei replied. "You killed our Father. You had every reasons to do so."

Tyrion opened his eyes. "I did what?! Have you lost what little intelligence was left in that head of yours? I was not even here when this happened."

Cersei smirked. "Sure, you had just run away, hoping you wouldn't be caught. Or maybe hoping that we'd think our Father died of natural causes."

Tyrion sighed. This is not happening again. I guess I'm easy to blame. "What kind of reasons did I have?" He said bored.

Cersei enumerated all the reasons she had already told Joffrey.

Tyrion chuckled sadly. "Guess you already made up the whole story. What can I say? I was bored so I left the feast. Sorry, Prince Oberyn. But looks like I've already been judged in trial while I was away for a mere half an hour. I did not murder my Father. How do you even think I did that?"

Joffrey stepped in. "You poisoned him, you monster!"

"Did I? With what poison?" Tyrion said ironically.

"I'm sure Grand Maester Pycelle will find something missing in his things." Cersei looked intensely at Pycelle who immediately understood. "Well, I did notice that some of my things were out of place..."

"Oh please." Tyrion rolled his eyes.

"You are accused of treason and kinslaying and you shall be punished by death." Joffrey sentenced solemnly.

"So are you the only judge of my trial?" Tyrion mocked him.

"I am the King!" Joffrey shouted furious.

Cersei tried to calm his son. "He does have the right of a trial."

"You want a trial? With witnesses, judges and all? You shall have it. Tomorrow. And after your trial you will be hanged. Or beheaded, that will be your choice, uncle." Joffrey smiled cruelly.

"How very nice of you, your Grace. Anything else?"

"Take him to the Dungeon." Joffrey commanded Ser Meryn. "To the black cells." He added with his evil smile.

Tyrion spotted Rosemary among her family and saw her crying with tears running heavily from her eyes. For a moment he considered running to her arms and hug her but that would certainly only make things worse. Well, if I'm going to die anyway, why not... No, she could be implicated in my Father's death too, as my accomplice. I have to be strong for her. I will not die for something I didn't do. I will live and I'll marry her. I wonder now... Who's done this? Who could benefit from this? Or could my dear sister murder our Father just so she could accuse me and get rid of me? Too many questions that won't be answered by a black cell... Let's wait for this trial. I'm afraid I have a lot to think and ponder this night...