You're perfect to me.
Tyrion Lannister x OC
Chapter 21.
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Tyrion had had enough. He sat by the window, bored as hell, not knowing what to do with his time. He sighed loudly, glancing around in the room, watching his wife massage her stomach lovingly, then at Varys whom was watching him with raised brows. "I need to get out of this wheelhouse." He announced, sighting once more when Varys denied his words. Lelani chose to say nothing; just waiting to see where this was going, hoping Tyrion won since she had started to feel restless herself. Her husband were – as always – good with words, and managed to talk Varys onto getting out of the box. Just a quick walk, he had said, while draping a scarf around his face so no one could see who he was. Lelani smiled widely when he reached out his hand to help her up, she taking it without hesitation. She twirled a scarf around her head herself, trying to hide her orange hair in it.
Lelani groaned as she stepped out of the box, not used to the strong sunlight that hit her eyes. She shielded herself from it, slowly taking in her surrounding with squinted eyes. She heard her husband sigh once more, but this time from happiness, as he stretched his arms in the air, making his back pop several times. She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning down to kiss him when he looked up at her. He smiled when she leaned back, gently stroking a finger over her cheek, cupping it and kissed her one last time before they started their walk.
Lelani felt a little nervous when going down the street, especially from the looks the men gave her, but she tried to ignore them, just walking past without even glancing at them. Her husband seemed happy to be out in the sun, and he even listened to Varys blabbering without throwing any of his comments back. Lelani stopped by a store filled with jewelry for a moment -she was still a woman after all- and stood there completely forgetting where Tyrion and Varys went. Suddenly, a hand touched her shoulder, and she spun around in shock, afraid someone had recognized her. A smile crept on her face when it was just Varys, her husband standing right beside him. "We're going to a brothel." Tyrion told her.
"Ah, naked women." Lelani answered with a knowing smile. "Why am I not surprised?"
In despite of her joke, the three went to a brother nevertheless, all three of them glancing around carefully, glad no one notice them. They sat by a table, Lelani keeping her eyes on Tyrion to see if he gave any reaction, which he didn't. He only glanced at a few of the women, before turning back to his drink and her. She weren't the jealous type, Lelani – she had never been- but finding a new reason to tease him always made her happy. She tried her own technique to bully her husband with.
"Hey, Tyrion. Doesn't she have a nice ass?" He turned to where her eyes were set, looking at the bare ass of a woman whom had dressed as the mother of Dragon. Tyrion grunted, looking back at his wife with curious and surprised eyes. They slowly turned darker, his pupil dialing, as he answered.
"Not better than yours."
Lelani stare amused at her husband, finding it funny how he had lost all interest in whores. He had been crazy over them for so many years, but as soon as he got married, that lust disappeared. Tyrion merely smiled at her, before taking her hand in his and lifted it to his lips, kissing her hand tenderly and soft. Lelani became surprised by his gesture, wondering what was going on inside his head. Tyrion only smiled sheepishly at her, rubbing his thumb on her hand gently, all the while drinking his wine and continued the conversation with Varys, whom had completely ignored their affectionate moment.
Lelani became bored after a while, just being there and watching the men yell and touch women, so she got to her feet when noticing one of the prostitutes sitting there alone and lonely. "Where are you going?" Varys quickly asked, wanting to keep track of every move the two did.
"That girl over there looks lonely, so I'll just talk to her a little."
"That may not be a good idea." The bald man continued. "What if someone recognize you?"
"I have my face hidden, Varys. I don't think anyone will recognize me. In addition, everyone knows that Lelani Stark have long orange hair. Mine is short now."
Tyrion huffed through his nose, approving of her words and telling her to be careful, before waving his hand to tell she could go. She grinned, showing off her teeth to him, before walking over and sitting down beside the lonely whore. Lelani smiled when a glare came her way, slowly sliding closer to her.
"Hello."
The whore raised a brow at her, confused as to why a pregnant woman wanted to talk to her.
"I don't do women."
"Oh no, I just want to talk a little."
"Why?"
"It seems we have something in common."
The whore glanced down at Lelani's bulging stomach, and quickly cleared her throat before denying.
"I'm not pregnant."
"Sure you're not."
"I'm not lying."
"I would say that, that right there is a lie."
Lelani received another glare, which made her chuckle. She laid a hand on her stomach, gently rubbing it with her eyes on her hand. "When you have a child inside you, you can sense when others have the same. I also notice that you don't approach any men, which is your job by the way."
The whore sighed in defeat, not even bothering to hide it anymore. "So, what do you think I should do? Just quit the only job I have ever had my whole life?"
Lelani shook her head, trying to think of anything helpful to say to the woman. "What about finding a way to educate yourself? So that you can learn a new skill and maybe find a new job." The whore grew silent, pondering on Lelani's words, before answering slowly and low.
"Maybe…thank you."
"You're welcome."
Before Lelani had the chance to say anything else, her husband suddenly appeared by her side and quickly took ahold of her hand. "I have to piss, accompany me." His wife obliged with a smile, saying goodbye to the whore before getting to her feet to follow her husband.
"You cannot even take a piss by yourself? Huh, what a hopeless husband I chose."
"But you still love me." Tyrion exclaimed over his shoulder. Lelani giggled lightly, crossing her arms over her chest, waiting for him to finish. Right when he buttoned his pants, Tyrion heard a tiny gasp followed with a thud. When quickly turning around he saw his wife lying unconscious in a strangers arms. A flare of rage filled his head, but before Tyrion got the chance to do anything, the man laid his sword against Lelani's neck, threatening her life. The dwarf swallowed hard, waiting for the man to speak.
"Put these one." He threw a cloth and rope to him, but before doing so the dwarf pointed at him, telling him not to hurt his wife, the man nodding. Tyrion proceeded to tie his hands together, then covering his mouth. The man made sure to tighten the knots better, before hoisting Tyrion over his shoulder, having Lelani bridal style in his arms. "Don't worry little dwarf. I'm taking you to the Queen. You wife and child won't get hurt there."
Being carried to a boat, Tyrion silently watched with narrowed eyes as the man laid Lelani down, trying to make her as comfortable as possible, while he had just dropped Tyrion down on the seat. He quickly reach out to his wife, checking her head for injuries. Thankfully, there were no blood, but he felt a bump appearing on the back of her head where Jorah had hit her. He stroked her cheek gently, before carefully lifting her head up to push something soft underneath.
When Lelani started to stir, Jorah went over to tie her hands together, but didn't bother covering her mouth, probably assuming she wouldn't speak from the fear of being kidnapped. She groaned in pain, moving her arms to her head and gripping it, before her eyes opened and the sun made her squint them. First glancing at Jorah, then Tyrion, then the environment. She groaned once more when trying to sit up, leaning her back against the side of the boat, her hands gliding over her stomach to check for injuries. She met Tyrion's eyes, nodding her head slightly to tell she and the child was fine. She could see his tense body relaxing a little, probably having feared something were wrong. He patted the seat beside him, before reaching out his hand to help her up. She accepted his assistant, plumping down beside him with a heavy sigh. Her head throbbed in pain, but she tried to ignore it.
"Hey." She called out to their kidnapper, him having followed her every move with cautious eyes. "Can I have some water?" When he didn't answer, she glanced around in the boat, seeing a leather flask lying not too far away. She proceeded to get on her feet, until Tyrion stopped her by tugging on her dress to make her sit. Lelani looked over at him, happy that he went to get it for her. Glad because she didn't have to move, the throbbing in her head worsening whenever she moved too much. When he sat down beside her, a grateful smile appeared on her face as she gulped down the liquid.
Jorah watched the exchange between the two, surprised that the rumors -about the dwarf lord finding a woman- being true. He could see how comfortable they felt in each other's presence, and how the dwarf took care of his woman. He snapped out of his thoughts when Lelani spoke. "So, any reason as to why you have kidnapped us?" Jorah chose to not answer, maing Lelani sigh through her nose, not bothering to speak more to him since he wouldn't answer her questions. She glanced at her husband, seeing how tense and shaking he sat. The redhead lifted her arms over his head so that he was trapped in her embrace, before leaning down to bury her face in his neck, taking in his scent. Tyrion relaxed more now, as he leaned his head to rest against hers and closed his eyes. He breathed in her smell of oranges, it even making him slightly hungry. Tyrion moved his arms to lay atop her stomach, rubbing gently and heard her sigh in relief. They sat like that a good while, in silence and comfort with each other.
It seemed forever, but after a few hours, Tyrion started to get impatient…and confused since they were sailing in the wrong direction. He tried forming words, making Lelani curious as to what he had to say. When Tyrion realized it being impossible to make words, he started to yelling, trying to annoy the man. "Want me to take it off?" Jorah nodded at Lelani's question, watching as she quickly uncovered her husband's mouth, giving him a quick kiss, before leaning back to listen to his words. He gave his wife a grateful look, before moving it to the man steering the boat, questioning about his identity.
"Who are you?"
"Your captor." Jorah answered, finally speaking his first words after taking the two as prisoners.
"Do you have wine?"
"No."
Tyrion sighed in disappointment. "I can't sleep without wine."
"Then stay awake." Glancing at the environment, Tyrion deducted that they were sailing completely in the wrong direction, before then decided to help the poor man, hoping it would give him some answers.
"You're going the wrong way. My sister is in Westeros. Westeros is west. We're heading east." Lelani realized the same right after the first sentence, questions popping up in her head right as Jorah answered.
"I'm not taking you to your sister."
"You said you were taking us to the Queen."
"I am. Queen Daenerys Targaryen. She's the Queen I serve." The married couple sighed in relieve, glad they weren't going back to that dreadful woman whom wanted her own little brother dead. Tyrion couldn't help but chuckle at the misunderstanding.
"What a waste of good kidnapping. So happens we were heading there ourselves."
"What business would you have with the Queen?"
"Gold and glory. Oh, and hate. If you've ever met my sister, you'd understand. So now that it's clear we're on the same side?" Tyrion lifted his arms with a cheeky smile, being as sarcastic as ever since he knew Jorah wouldn't untie him. As rightly assumed, the boat-captain made no signs of movement. With a sigh, Tyrion let his hands fall back on his lap, before glancing up at his wife's disappointed face. He reached out to stroke her arm gently, making her glance down at him and smile softly at his worried eyes.
"At least we're still alive." She told him, Tyrion nodding in agreement, but his thoughts were still placed on their capturer, a few of his questions unanswered.
"A high born knight from the North of Westeros, down on his luck in Essos. Dragon epaulettes?" Tyrion spoke. "Bear sigil breast plate. You're Jorah Mormont. I have to ask how, exactly, were you serving your Queen in a whorehouse, half a world away? Is it possible, that you were running? Why would you be running? And why would she have sent you away? Oh, wait!" The memories of the boring council meetings rushed back into his mind, finally realizing why this all had happened. "You were spying on her, weren't you? It's all coming back to me! I was drunk through most of the Small Council meetings, but it's all coming back. You passed notes to Varys's little birds. She found out, didn't she? Found out, and exiled you." Lelani gave her husband a nervous glance, seeing how Tyrion had hit a nerve. He kept on rubbing salt in the wound though, knowing Jorah wouldn't kill him because of his next words. "And now you hope to win back her favor with a gift. A risky scheme. One might even say, desperate. Do you think Daenerys would execute me, and pardon you? I'd say the reverse is just as likely."
Jorah wouldn't kill him no, but it didn't mean he wouldn't hurt him. Jumping in her seat and letting out a gasp, Lelani watched in big surprise when Jorah rushed over to them and punched the dwarf unconscious.