You're perfect for me.
Tyrion Lannister x OC
Chapter 20.
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Sleeping in the box, Tyrion startled awake when a sudden move made him role over. With a groan, he glanced through one of the holes, only to see himself being moved off the ship. Panic filled him, afraid he had been discovered, or that something had happened to his wife. The last two weeks he didn't see her, Varys informing him that she was just tired and needed to sleep. Tyrion surprised himself by missing her more than he thought.
The box moved through the city, finally laid down on a balcony. Tyrion fell out when Varys opened it, and he groaned in pain when hitting the ground. Being inside a box for two months didn't exactly make his body feel less hurt. He had to support himself on the box of hell, and glanced at Varys with a glare.
"I still don't see why I had to stay in this fucking crate once we set sail."
"I saved your life. If they catch you, they catch me. I cannot say I feel overly guilty about leaving you in that 'fucking crate'."
"Do you know what it's like to stuff your shit through one of those air holes?"
"No. I only know what it's like to watch Lelani pick up your shit and throw it overboard."
Tyrion felt an embarrassing blush appear on his cheeks, before looking around in the room, realizing his wife weren't present.
"And where is she?" He tried to hide his worry, but knew Varys could see it in his eyes. With a soft smile, the bald man replied.
"She will arrive soon. Just wanted to clean herself up before letting you see her. And if I may say, Tyrion, she is quite the sight."
The dwarf just nodded, before noticing the table with wine placed atop. "Pentos?" While Varys blabbered about a friend of his -and how Westeros needed to be saved from itself- Tyrion poured himself a drink, drinking it in seconds. "Ah, much better."
"My lord?"
"I don't think I am anymore. A lord. Are you a lord if you kill your father? I don't suppose they revoke your nobility for killing a whore. That has to happen all the time."
"You already drank yourself across the Narrow Sea."
"In a box. Why stop now?"
"Because we are talking about the future of our country."
While pouring another drink, he told Varys. "The future is shit. Just like the past." Before gulping down the drink again. He then gave the bald man a quick glance before leaning forward and puked out his drink.
"I'm glad to see it's your turn to do that." Tyrion couldn't help but smile when hearing her voice. He looked up and gasped, surprised to see the bugle on her stomach -and the short haircut she wore.
Lelani had always had long hair, even as a small child, but now it was cut to just under her chin, and she had bangs. Tyrion looked her over, swallowing hard, and watched when she glided over the floor and towards him. She glanced at the puke-wine on the floor, smiling with a brow lifted when she met his eyes again. "Not a good wine?" He laughed, a raw, happy laugher, and raised his arms to touch her stomach.
"Worse wine I've ever tasted." She grinned widely, resting her own hands on top of his, and leaned down to kiss him.
They needed that break on the boat; and now the both missed each other, finally showing their love and passion again. Tyrion guided his wife to one of the seats, kissing her hand softly after she sat down, before asking Varys if there was any food they could have. The bald man bowed his head, rushing off to find a servant. Shortly after, Lelani and Tyrion ate their meal in silence, glancing and smiling at each other at times, maybe even holding hands or feeding each other. Tyrion would briefly touch her stomach, doing it as quick as possible so Varys wouldn't notice. The dwarf would be too embarrassed if anyone –except Lelani- saw how happy he was for becoming a father. He'd never expected that of himself: a father.
Only an hour later, they had to continue the travel; to meet the mother of dragons. Tyrion weren't too happy about staying in another box, but his wife made him forget almost immediately. Varys quickly fled to the coachman on the front, trying to ignore the noises happening inside; and when it finally stopped, he peeked inside, only to smile softly and remain where he was.
After making love, Tyrion had his head resting atop the growing stomach, hoping something would happen. Lelani kept on laughing, telling that the baby was kicking but it was too early for him to feel it. That made the dwarf quite frustrated and he tickled her side gently, making her giggle and push him away.
"What do you think it is? Boy or girl?"
Lelani tilted her head to the side, having a soft smile on her face, before leaning forward to kiss him. "What do you think it is?" Tyrion poked her nose, not being able to stop smiling as he felt his happiness pour on by his wife's adorable face and huge stomach.
"Maybe…a girl?"
"Alright, well then I think it's a boy."
"You're just opposing me?"
Lelani giggled as she dressed herself, throwing Tyrion's clothes on his face to make him do the same. "Come on, we can't let Varys sit out there all day. He'll get all red."
It bald man bowed thankfully as he entered the box again, sitting down opposite of the couple. Tyrion went to his feet in hopes of finding wine, not saying a word while he searched the box until he found it. Lelani raised a brow at him, noticing that he drinks more than he used to. The dwarf didn't notice his wife's concerned glances, nor Varys disapproving looks. Tyrion just drank his wine quickly and quietly, hoping to forget the horrible things he had done. Forget everything from Westeros.
After a while, boredom seemed to take over Tyrion. He stood leaned against the doorframe, picking at his wine. He could feel Varys and Lelani looking at him; therefore, he said, "There's a bug."
"Yes, best be careful." Varys answered. "You might accidentally consume some solid food." Tyrion weren't amused by his comment.
"When I agreed to come with you, did I misrepresent my intentions? Besides, what else is there for me to do inside this fucking box?"
"You don't like it?"
"I want to take a walk."
"You can't. Cersei has offered a lordship to the man who brings her your head."
"She ought to offer her cunt. Best part of her for the best part of me. Well, I suppose a box is as good a place for me as anywhere."
"Are we really going to spend the entire road to Volantis talking about the futility of everything."
"You're right, there's no point. The road to Volantis? You said we are going to Meereen. What's in Volantis?"
"The road to Meereen."
"And what do you hope to find at the end on the road to Meereen?"
"I told you. A ruler."
Lelani stopped listening after that. Her mind drifted to the past, to her life in Winterfell and how happy she was there –well, until she became of marriage age that is. She missed the cold -even after being in the south for years- she still missed it. She missed the prickling feeling on her skin after going inside from the cold. She missed being able to throw herself on the ground and not hurt herself, because the snow would embrace her every time. She missed raising her head and feeling the snow land on her face.
Lelani snapped back to reality when her husband sternly said he wanted to go for a walk, and Varys declining.
"How many dwarves are there in the world? Is Cersei going to kill them all?"
"As long as you're not one of them." Tyrion turned to his wife, softly smiling at her while nodding his head. He sat down beside her again, trying to quickly swoop a kiss from her before leaning back in his seat with a satisfied smirk. His love for his wife were never going to leave again.
Alright, I feel that this story is going downwards. I apologize if it is because it's all my fault. The chapters are getting shorter because I can't force myself to write any longer. But I will still force myself to write this. I will never abandon it. I just ask one thing of you, and that is to be patience. But it helps me greatly with reviews, so that I know what you all think. I does honestly help me. Thank you for reading.