You're perfect to me.
Tyrion Lannister x OC.
Chapter 25.
Aaaah another chapter! It's seem that I'm on fire!
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Lelani felt fear as she stood before the queen, the throne standing several feet above her, fierily eyes staring down at them like a judge throwing them to death. The red head swallowed hard, trying to raise her head proudly, a hand resting atop her husbands shoulder to show support and trust. The mother of dragons raised a brow at that, and Lelani could almost hear the sneer from her throat; she almost seemed…jealous. The Lannister wolf wondered why.
"Your Grace, I want to say—." Lelani shot her head around to give Jorah a warning look, knowing the queen wouldn't be happy with him speaking without permission. She had been right.
"You will not speak." He obliged to the command, quickly shutting his mouth and listened to her next words. "How do I know you two are who you say you are?"
"If only I were otherwise." Tyrion answered, Lelani deciding not to open her mouth. She was too afraid of saying the wrong thing.
"If you are Tyrion Lannister why shouldn't I kill you? To pay your family back for what it did to mine"
"You want revenge against the Lannisters? I killed my mother Joanna Lannister the day I was born. I killed my father Tywin Lannister with a bow to the heart. I am the greatest Lannister killer of our time." Lelani averted her eyes to the ground, a slight shiver going through her body. Tyrion knew he didn't kill his mother on purpose, but because everyone accused him of it, made him blame himself of the act nevertheless. Lelani squeezed her husband shoulder slightly, making him glance up at her with a reassuring look.
"So I should welcome you into my service because you murdered members of your own family?"
"Into your service? Your Grace we have only just met. It's too soon to know if you deserve my service." Daenerys did not look amused. Lelani groaned inside her head, wishing her husband could not try to be funny all the time. It was amusing at times, but before the queen when she could kill them by just one word weren't really the best moment to be funny.
"If you'd rather return to the fighting pits just say the word." The red head shook her head slightly, squeezing Tyrions shoulder harder. He flinched slightly, taking the hint of choosing his words carefully this time.
"When I was a young man I heard a story about a baby born during the worst storm in living memory. She had no wealth, no lands, no army, only a name and a handful of supporters, most of whom probably thought they could use that name to benefit themselves. They kept her alive, moving her from place to place, often hours ahead of the men who had been sent to kill her."
The queen raised a brow, not seeing where this was going, but understanding that he was talking about herself. "She was eventually sold off to some warlord on the edge of the world and that appeared to be that. And then a few years later, after I married my wife, the most well informed person I knew told me that this girl without wealth, lands, or armies had somehow acquired all 3 in a very short span of time, along with three dragons. He thought she was our best, last chance to build a better world. I thought you were worth meeting at the very least." Lelani smiled softly, proud of her husband's speech as he didn't stutter or hesitate even once.
"And why are you worth meeting? Why should I spend my time listening to you?" Quickly glancing at Lelani without moving her head, she added. "Both of you?" Lelani swallowed hard, her throat going dry, as she could not come up with anything to offer.
"Because you can not build a better world on your own. You have no one at your side who understands that land you want to rule. The strengths and the weaknesses of the houses that will either support or oppose you."
"I have a very large army and very large dragons."
"Killing and politics aren't always the same thing. When I served as Hand of the King I did quite well with the latter, considering the king in question preferred torturing animals to leading his people. I could do an even better job advising a ruler worth the name."
"So you want to advise me. Very well." She moved her eyes to land on the traitor among them, Jorah shifting nervously from one foot to another. "What would you have me do with him? I swore I would kill him if he ever returned."
"I know." Lelani nodded her head as well.
"Why should the people trust a queen who can't keep her promises?"
"Whomever Ser Jorah was when he started informing on you, he is no longer that man. I can't remember seeing the same man as devoted to anything as he is to serving you. He claims he would kill for you and die for you, and nothing I have witnessed gives me reason to doubt him. And yet he did betray you."
Slowly taking a few steps closer to her, Lelani decided to not move when the guards acted quickly, their spears pointing towards the dwarf. To the red head surprise, Daenerys raised her hand to let him do as he pleased, and Tyrion glanced back at his wife with a careful look, slowly taking a few more steps before stopping completely.
"Did he have an opportunity to confess his betrayals?"
"Yes, many opportunities."
"And did he?"
"No. Not until forced to do so."
"He worships you. He is in love with you, I think." Lelani nodded her head slowly, agreeing with her husband as his words seemed true. She had noticed the ex-advisors behavior and expression whenever he spoke of the queen. And it made sense when he talked to her about love. "But he did not trust you with the truth - an unpleasant truth, to be sure - but one of great significance to you. He did not trust that you would be wise enough to forgive him."
"So I should kill him?" A straight line was the form of Lelani's lips, her eyes darting from the queen, to her husband, and to Jorah. He looked just as nervous as her, but he seemed to be more desperate.
"A ruler who kills those that are devoted to her is not a ruler that inspires devotion. And you're going to need to inspire devotion, and lots of it, if you're ever going to rule across the Narrow Sea. But you cannot have him by your side when you do." Daenerys didn't hesitate in her next words, having taken Tyrion's advise into her consideration.
"Remove Ser Jorah from the city." Lelani knew that if her husband hadn't spoken, Jorah would be killed on the spot. With a last look on her previous kidnapper, her eyes grew soft when seeing him fighting tears. She gave him a grateful look, trying to show it without smiling, before the guards dragged him away. The rest turned back to the queen, her eyes also blank from tears. They went cold and hard when realizing everyone was looking at her, and Daenerys snapped her eyes to the red head, now irritation oozing from her body.
"And what may you offer me for service, lady Stark?" Swallowing one last time, Lelani cleared her throat slightly before answering as polite as she could think of.
"I am afraid you are mistaken, my lady, but I am a Lannister now, after marrying Tyrion."
"Lady Lannister then. What skills may you find of great help at achieving my goals?"
"None, my lady. Not at the moment at least."
"What do you mean?"
"I have a child growing inside me, and will do anything to protect it. Tasks have become more difficult and I tire quite early. On my journey here, I threw up more than I ate, and had a heat stroke that made me unmovable for days. I do not know how much help I will be, but wherever my husband go, I go. That's all I wish for."
Lelani could see the queen's eyes soften slightly by her words, and she looked distant for a moment as if she saw a distant memory, before blinking quickly and meeting her eyes. "Whatever happens, your destiny becomes the same as your husband. You may rest and will have your own quarters, but if I see any sign of of you preventing me from my goal, you will not see sun light for years." Doing a slow curtsy, Lelani thanked the mother of dragons, before being escorted away by a few maidens. She stare longingly at Tyrion, as he weren't told he could follow, and sighed heavily through her nose when realizing she wouldn't see him any time soon.
After a long and wonderful bath, Lelani found herself in her new quarters. It was lovely, big and with a balcony. There weren't a lot of furniture though, only a bed, two chairs and a small table. There were curtains hanging around the bed and the balcony. Lelani found herself liking this room, it was at least better than her previous environment; a dungeon quarter, a small boat, an even smaller boat, a slave cell, then this. This was obviously an improvement.
She let the maidens clothe her in a new, clean sundress, the gown hugging around her stomach comfortably. The neck was low, showing a little bit of cleft, but not like the whores. Her skin weren't the same as back in Winterfell, all white and spot free. It had tanned, especially from coming to the south. She also had gashes and cuts here and there; sunburned skin appearing on her shoulders and neck. The servants quickly rubbed some kind of ointment into her irritated skin, the red head quickly letting out a deep breath in relieve, her tense shoulders from the pain now relaxing.
Going out to the balcony, Lelani gazed at the city laying before her. She felt so relieved to finally arrive here, finally be safe from slave handlers, and pirates, and killers, and rapers. Jumping in surprise, she quickly stare down at her stomach as a sudden jolt felt there. Cupping the bulge, she massaged the spot gently, only to feel another movement. Lelani smiled widely; thankful that her child still lived and even had the strength to kick.
Staying on the balcony for a short while, Lelani found herself exhausted and in the need of rest. Asking the servants to wake her if something happened, she went to bed without bothering to change or get under the covers. It was too hot, and the dress weren't really uncomfortable to sleep in.
After a few hours, Tyrion arrived at the quarter. He took a quick glance around, his eyes noticing a mug of wine standing on the table; he started making his way towards it until noticing the figure sleeping in the bed. Freezing on the spot, he didn't hesitate to throw off his shirt and belt, and join his wife. He curled around her stomach, head on her chest and a smile on his face. He fell asleep this way, having missed these moments; just relaxing and cuddling with the one person he loved more than anything.