Here we are then, the update that many of you have been waiting for… the wedding between King Joffrey Baratheon and Lady Margaery Tyrell!
Some parts are adapted from Season 4 Episode 2. This is one of the major events that was planned by many people, and Tyland wouldn't have been a part of the planning so much of the wedding is like the shows, although it's not completely the same so keep reading…
I own nothing but any OC's. Everybody else belongs to George R R Martin and HBO.
303 AC
The King's Wedding morning was met with weather befitting the occasion, and Tyland walked down the path towards the breakfast alongside his youngest brother calmly, letting the sun warm his skin. His wife was ahead of him, speaking animatedly with Lady Shireen.
"They seem to be getting on well." Tyrion noted. Tyland just nodded. "Whereas you, brother, seem even more dour than usual."
"I'll be glad when this is all over." Tyland said quietly. "Marry the boy to Lady Margaery and finally we can have peace."
Tyrion rolled his eyes. "If only that were true, dear brother."
They walked on for a bit longer, hearing the faint conversation of the women in front of them, when Tyland spoke even more quietly, so only Tyrion could hear him. "I had a very interesting conversation with the eunuch last night."
"Varys?" Tyrion asked, surprised. "What did he want."
"To warn me about your whore." Tyland said bluntly, and Tyrion stopped suddenly, gripping Tyland's sleeve tightly. The elder Lannister turned to face his little brother. "Don't worry, I won't harm her. But Cersei knows, Tyrion."
"Fuck." Tyrion whispered. "Why are you warning me?"
Tyland glared at him. "Because if I can help it I won't have a civil war between my siblings, and if Cersei has her way your whore would be headless. Whoever she is, get rid of her today if you wish for her to still be breathing tomorrow. I've had a ship prepared for high noon today, make sure that she is on it."
Tyrion stroked his chin worriedly, looking around. Thankfully the girls were still walking, and Tyrion whispered harshly. "I've tried to warn her, but she believes she's safe."
Tyland wanted to laugh. "She's a whore, how could she think that?"
"Because she's your wife's own handmaiden." Tyrion replied quickly.
That comment knocked Tyland back. "Shae…" He whispered. "Your whore is Shae."
"Yes." Tyrion sighed. "And I would very much like for her to be alive for the foreseeable future."
Tyland grimaced. Sansa liked the Lorathi woman, and he knew it would cause another problem if he just got rid of her. "Why bring her into the castle?" Tyland asked.
"She was restless." Tyrion admitted. "And I felt it best to give both Sansa and Shae a friend."
Tyland shook his head. "We shall deal with this together later." He said harshly. "Or you can explain to Sansa exactly why her handmaiden is staring down at her from a spike."
The Reach had a custom on a wedding day where the bride and the women of her family would separate themselves and have a quiet breakfast, whilst the groom hosted both his family and the men of the bride's family where he would receive the wedding gifts. Tyland was placed beside Mace Tyrell with Sansa to his left, and Tyrion and Shireen Baratheon on Sansa's other side. Once the courses were over with, the gifts started to be handed out by those in attendance.
Cersei had ordered a wedding cloak made for the King, a fine fabric of red and gold detailing. From the Westerlands Ser Kevan had sent a bright red riding saddle from all at Casterly Rock, while things such as a red silk tourney pavilion, silver spurs and brand-new riding boots were given from the lesser Lords. Margaery's uncle by marriage, Lord Paxter Redwyne, had gifted Joffrey with a model of a two hundred oared war galley that was currently being built on the Arbor. Mace Tyrell had produced a stupendously large goblet that detailed all of the Great Houses on its outside.
Tyrion and Shireen's gift surprised Tyland, as he produced a large book about 4 Targaryen Kings. Joffrey of course, wasn't impressed.
"A book?" He asked as Tyrion walked around the table to stand before the King.
"The Lives of Four Kings, Grand Maester Kaeth's history of the reigns of Daeron the Young Dragon, Baelor the Blessed, Aegon the Unworthy and Daeron the Good. A book every King should read."
There was an awkward silence as everybody held a nervous breath to see what Joffrey would say to that, but with a nudge from Tywin the King to his credit replied diplomatically. "With all the wars won, we should all find time for wisdom. Thank you, Uncle."
Tyrion bowed and returned to his seat, and it was Tyland's turn as Captain Vylarr wheeled a small cart down to the head table. On the cart was a training dummy fitted in the finest armour that Tyland had ever seen or paid for. It was of Lannister design, although the colouring was far more Baratheon. The chest plate was a bright golden, while the lion head pauldrons were a dark black steel. The helmet was far Kinglier too, with a moulded in crown sitting on the top of it.
"The finest armour that money can buy, Your Grace." Tyland said when he was at the top of the table. "This war may be over, but more may spring up when least expected. It is only fitting that a King should wear such a design."
"It's marvellous." Joffrey's eyes lit up as he stood up to get a better look. "Thank you, Uncle. I cannot wait to try it on."
Tyland bowed and gestured to Vylarr to take it back up to the castle. He moved back to his seat with a look at a placid Sansa, before Tywin stood up. The Lannister Lord didn't bother walking around, instead gesturing to the incoming Kingsguard knight who held a longsword housed in an expertly detailed scabbard. There were rubies in both the pommel and the hilt, while the rest of the handle was gold.
"One of only two Valyrian Steel swords in the Capital, Your Grace." Tywin explained as Joffrey's eyes lit up. "Freshly forged in your honour." The King got back out of his seat and rushed around to pick up the blade, unsheathing it quickly and swinging it around a bit.
"Careful, Your Grace." Tyland said calmly. "You wouldn't want to cut somebody on your wedding day, and nothing cuts like Valyrian Steel."
Joffrey couldn't take his eyes off of the blade. "It's light." He made note.
"As Valyrian blades tend to be." Tyland replied, the only one on the table who owned one.
Joffrey stared at Tyland, before grinning. "You're right Uncle, I shouldn't cut a person with this sword." He stared down at the book that Tyrion had given him for a moment, before swinging the blade down as hard as he could, completely cutting the book in two. He swung a couple more times, hacking the rare book to pieces, much to Tyrion's displeasure. Joffrey grinned at the dwarf, before announcing to the gathered crowd. "Such a great sword should have a name. What shall I call her?"
Tyland zoned out at that point, not wanting to know what awful name Joffrey would choose. Instead he felt Sansa shift awkwardly beside him. "That's Ice, isn't it." She said quietly. Tyland just nodded, and he noticed Sansa's eyes darken as she looked towards the King, who had chosen 'Widow's Wail' as the name of the blade, with pure hatred.
Shae walked into Tyrion's chambers with a happy spring in her step. She closed the door behind her and started to walk over towards the brooding dwarf, who just stopped her with a "Don't."
The Lorathi was confused. "You want me on the desk?" She asked him, sitting sultrily on the desk. Tyrion looked pained as he moved away from the window towards the wine. "What's wrong, my lion?" Shae asked.
"Don't call me that." Tyrion told her quickly.
"What should I call you?" Shae asked, still blissfully unaware of the danger she was in.
Tyrion turned to face her, a diplomatic face on him. "I'm afraid our friendship can't continue." He told her formally.
Shae was bemused. "Our friendship?" She asked him pointedly.
"There's a ship waiting in the harbour bound for Pentos." Tyrion explained.
Realisation dawned on Shae at that statement. "What?"
"You'll have your own cabin, of course, and, across the Narrow Sea, a house, servants." Tyrion told her, unable to look his lover in the eyes.
"What is this?" Shae asked, growing upset.
"I'm soon to be a married man." Tyrion explained. "My betrothed has suffered a great deal at the hands of my family, and I don't want her to suffer any more on my account."
"She doesn't want you." Shae said, smiling as she walked towards him.
"I need to do right by her." Tyrion said quickly.
"You don't want her." Shae added.
"By our children." Tyrion ignored her. He quickly glanced up at her eyes but brought them back down again soon after.
Shae noticed the movement. "What are you afraid of?" She asked him.
"I'm not afraid." Tyrion tried to say.
"You are." Shae argued. "You are afraid of your father and your brother and your sister. You're going to run from them all your life?
"I need you to leave." Tyrion countered before she had finished, his eyes flickering to where Tyland was in the corner.
"I'm not afraid of them." Shae said defiantly. "I'm not going to run."
"Then you will die painfully." Tyland spoke finally, stepping out of the shadows and into the light, where Shae was shocked to see him. He looked at Tyrion who had turned his back and he knew his brother was fighting tears. "My sister will have you imprisoned and tortured, before finally giving you over to my Father who will has promised to have you hanged. Likely in front of Tyrion here just to torment him. Is that what you want?"
"I am not afraid." Shae said, stepping closer to Tyland. The Lannister heir just slapped her forcefully, and the Lorathi girl recoiled, her hands going to her cheek.
"See how easy that was?" Tyland's voice was raised. "It will be easier for my Father and my sister, I promise you. You should be very afraid, you are nothing here, just a whore that somehow found her way into my wife's employ, a prisoners employ." He sighed and shook his hand to try and lessen the sting. "You will board this ship and you will sail to Pentos. You will have a comfortable life there, we have seen to all of that, but you will never step foot in Westeros again. If you do, I won't stop my sister this time."
Shae looked ready to cry. She turned to Tyrion to try and get him to stand up for her, but he was just stood in the corner facing away from Shae. Tyland went to open the door and two of his guards walked in. "Please escort her to the ship. Stay with her until she is in Pentos and settled with the Magister."
"Yes, Lord Tyland." They both bowed.
One took Shae's arm, but she threw it away tearfully. "Tyrion." She cried, but Tyrion didn't move. She broke down into sobs and couldn't fight both of the Lannister soldiers when they grabbed her and escorted her out. Tyland shut the door behind them and walked over to Tyrion, who's shoulders had begun to shake. Tyland put his hand on Tyrion's shoulder, and the dwarf just turned around and let out his sobs on Tyland's doublet, burying his face in Tyland's stomach. Feeling awkward, Tyland just put one arm around Tyrion's back and patted, letting his youngest sibling get it all out.
Once Tyrion had calmed down slightly Tyland decided to return to his chambers to change his clothing. He noticed his wife in the room already, sat at her changing table about to place a necklace around her neck. It was a silver thing with jewels hanging down, and Tyland shook his head. "No, not that one."
Sansa turned around, her eyes icy. "Why not? It's the only one I have that I haven't worn yet. You've already chosen my dress for the ceremony…" She trailed off.
Tyland walked over to one of his drawers, pulling out a red velvet box and handing it to Sansa. "You are Lady Lannister now, and there are certain expectations. The dress shows you off as the Lady of Casterly Rock you will be." It was a golden gown with darker gold lion detailing. "And this necklace." He opened the box and pulled out a simple golden necklace with the carving of a lion's head on the pendant. "Was my Mother's."
He handed it to her and noticed in the mirror as Sansa softened at that. He unclipped the current necklace she was wearing, discarding it on the desk before he held his hand out. Sansa thought for a moment before she placed the necklace in his hand and moved her hair out the way. Delicately, he placed the pendant just above the plunging neckline of her dress, letting it reach just above her cleavage before he clasped the chain together.
Sansa stood up daintily at that and turned to face Tyland. The Lannister heir looked her up and down and nodded.
"Allow me a moment to change, and then we shall travel to the Sept together." Tyland told her. Sansa bowed her head dutifully and moved over to one of the sofas in their room, picking up some sewing to perform while Tyland changed.
The Wedding ceremony was as uneventful as Tyland had expected. Joffrey and Margaery both said their relevant vows to the other and the High Septon pronounced them husband and wife, and soon enough the wedding party were walking towards the gardens where the feasting was due to commence.
The eldest of Tywin's children found himself walking alongside the youngest yet again that day as Sansa and Shireen chatted to one another in front of them whilst walking down by the sea. Once out of ear shot, Tyrion murmured in a low tone. "Is it done?"
Tyland nodded. "The ship departed as scheduled. She will be safe."
Tyrion looked like he breathed a sigh of relief and the pair soon saw the set up for the wedding festivities. The banquet tables were covered in cloth of both House Tyrell and Lannister colours on the sandy ground, and fire jugglers roamed between the paths to entertain the many guests that were in attendance. The closer to the Red Keep they got, the more extravagant the entertainment. Tyland distastefully walked past an erotic contortionist that had enraptured the attention of Prince Oberyn Martell and his paramour, and he was soon at the main platform where the bride, groom, and their families were to sit. Tyland took Sansa's arm and guided her to their seat as Tyrion went off to speak with the sellsword knight Bronn.
"You are here, Lady Baratheon." One of the servants pointed to a seat three down from Tommen, who was already sat beside his sister at the elongated Lannister table. Beside Myrcella at one end of the table was Cersei, drinking wine as quickly as she could. "And Lord Tyland, Lady Sansa, you are here."
Tyland pulled out the chair closest to Shireen and waited for Sansa to sit in it before he tucked it in and took his own seat, pouring himself and his wife a wine. He greeted his niece and nephew briefly, when he noticed Lady Olenna walking up towards them. The old lady walked up towards Sansa and smiled at her.
"You look exquisite child. A marvellous Lannister Lady in that dress, very reminiscent of the Lady Rohanne if I say so myself." Olenna praised.
Tyland almost scoffed. "You met my Great-Grandmother, Lady Olenna?"
"Don't be stupid boy." Olenna scolded him. "She disappeared when I was but a babe after all. But I've seen the paintings in your golden halls just as well as you have." She turned to Sansa again. "She was from the Reach and had almost as beautiful red hair as you do now, child."
"Thank you, Lady Olenna." Sansa smiled.
Olenna ran her hand down one of Sansa's braids, before settling on the necklace. "Although I would expect your Lord Husband could afford a much nicer necklace if he wanted to."
Tyland bristled. "Some wealth is in sentiment, rather than splendour."
Sansa smiled. "I am honoured to wear the Lady Joanna's necklace, Lady Olenna."
Olenna had a smile on her lips, but it didn't reach her face. She turned to Shireen Baratheon then, who was dressed in a dress in her house colours too. "And Lady Shireen, I was sorry to hear about your family. I knew your mother as a girl you see. I do hope she recovers her senses soon."
Shireen smiled sadly. "I fear Father's treason is irreparable for her. But I do pray to the Mother every day to make her better." The younger girl said politely. Tyland noticed Sansa's hand move on to Shireen's and was pleased that she seemed to be teaching the Baratheon court etiquette.
The singers in front of the high table were doing a mournful rendition of the Rains of Castamere, and as Tyrion joined them at the table, sitting down on the end next to Shireen and immediately pouring a full goblet of wine, Tyland began to eat one of the buttered breads that were laid out on the table, and he noticed Joffrey growing bored. The King soon grabbed a handful of coins and threw them at the performers. "Very good, very good. Off you go." He exclaimed. The singers began to gather as many of the golden pieces as they could before they ran off to one side. Tyland noticed Margaery move to calm the King down, and he felt Sansa lean into him.
"Perhaps she will be good for him." She whispered. "I've never seen anybody else calm him down without threats before."
Tyland nodded. "It will certainly make my job easier if she can be an influence." He noted.
He fell silent as Joffrey stood up and tapped his goblet with a utensil. "Everyone!" He cried out. "The Queen, would like to say a few words."
Tyland began applauding gently with the rest of the crowd, but he noticed the fake smile on Cersei's face and felt a bit of pleasure from her annoyance at the title. Margaery stood up. "We are so fortunate to enjoy this marvellous food and drink. Not all among us are so lucky. To thank the Gods for bringing the recent war to a just end, King Joffrey has decreed that the leftovers from our feast be given to the poorest in his city."
Tyland continued to applaud at the announcement. He heard Shireen say. "That's kind of him."
"Yes, our King is exceptionally kind." Tyrion mocked quietly, pouring another drink.
Tyland looked at his youngest brother. "Slow down, Tyrion." He warned kindly.
Tyrion grinned, and downed that drink, before pouring yet another. Shaking his head, Tyland went to get up. "Do you care for a walk, My Lady?" He asked Sansa.
Sansa shook her head. "I shall stay here, if it's alright with you My Lord?"
Tyland just nodded and went to walk around the event. He saw Loras Tyrell and Jaime having a conversation at one of the fruit tables, he saw Prince Oberyn and his paramour again, acting like a couple of randy peasants at their table. What interested him the most however was Cersei's move towards the Grand Maester, who was lechering over one of Margaery's handmaidens, the one that Sansa wasn't so friendly with. He made his way over to his sister, who was growing angrier with the Grand Maester by the second.
"Your Grace… Queen Margaery…" Pycelle was saying.
"The Queen, is telling you the leftovers will feed the dogs, or you will." Cersei said firmly.
Tyland cleared his throat from behind Cersei. "Ignore that, Pycelle." He said coldly. "Remember it was the King that gave the command, not Queen Margaery."
"Lord Tyland." Pycelle bowed as much as his old bones allowed him.
"But my Sister is right. Get out of here before you try and molest a girl young enough to be your great granddaughter. Go and make a potion or whatever it is you do." Tyland ordered. Pycelle looked offended, but he bowed again and shuffled away.
"How dare you." Cersei snarled.
Tyland shook his head. "I understand that the new reality is difficult for you Sister, but Margaery is our Queen now, not you."
Cersei scoffed. "That harlot…"
"Careful Cersei…" Tyland interrupted. "That's treasonous talk."
Cersei scowled. "You can jape, dear brother, but that woman is digging her claws into my son and will turn him against us all. He's already terrified of you, what happens when she decides to get rid of you? He won't resist."
"Then I shall go back to Casterly Rock and rule from there." Tyland shrugged. "But you're forgetting one thing. Our Father will ensure his rule goes smoothly, not Margaery Tyrell."
A shout came from Joffrey at that moment. "A gold dragon to whoever knocks my fools hat off!"
Tyland shook his head. "At least one of us is enjoying ourselves." He noted. Cersei scoffed in agreement at that.
"Your Grace!" A foreign voice exclaimed. "Lord Tyland!"
Tyland saw the younger brother of the Prince of Dorne and his paramour approaching. "Prince Oberyn." He said politely, but warily eying the man.
"I don't believe either of you have met Ellaria." Oberyn said. "This is the Master of Laws and heir to Casterly Rock, Tyland Lannister, and Cersei Lannister, our former Queen." He told Ellaria, turning back to the pair of Lannisters to add. "Ser Tyland, Lady Cersei. Ellaria Sand."
They both bristled at the titles but smiled as politely as their faces allowed them to be. Ellaria curtseyed quickly. "My Lord, My Lady."
Tyland bowed his head politely at the bastard woman, while Cersei couldn't keep her mouth shut. "I don't think I've ever met a Sand before."
Ellaria's smile faltered, and Oberyn stared intently at the Dowager Queen. "We are everywhere in Dorne." Ellaria explained. "I have 10,000 brothers and sisters."
"Bastards are born of passion, wouldn't you say?" Oberyn said unsubtly staring at Cersei. "We don't despise them in Dorne."
Tyland wanted an end to the conversation and put his arm out to have his hand on Cersei's back ready to lead her away. "Well I can't say I envy you, Ellaria Sand. Oftentimes three siblings are too much for me. If you'll excuse us."
He went to lead Cersei away, when Oberyn piped up one last time. "You could always set your beast on them, as you did to my own sister, Lord Tyland."
Tyland swung back, taller than Oberyn by half a head. He glared down at the Dornish Prince, who met his glare with one of his own. "I don't know what you mean." Tyland whispered, a hint of menace in his tone."
"Come, my love." Ellaria started to pull at Oberyn's arm. "Let us go back to the contortionist."
Oberyn resisted for a moment, before he whispered. "One day, you will get your comeuppance, Lord Tyland." He relaxed his body and let himself be dragged away by Ellaria, leaving the Lannister siblings standing there.
"The nerve." Cersei whispered angrily.
"Ignore him." Tyland said, calming himself down. "He's a bitter little man that sees enemies wherever he walks. Come, let us return to our table."
He escorted Cersei back to sit down, where the Queen Regent began doting on her two younger children. Tyland sat back down next to Sansa, who leaned in and said. "That seemed intense."
Tyland smiled wryly. "Old habits die hard for some, especially in Dorne."
Joffrey began tapping his goblet again before Sansa could respond, and the King stood up. "Everyone, silence! Clear the floor!" The men and women that had gathered in the open space beneath the high table began to return to their seats. "There's been too much amusement here today. A royal wedding is not an amusement, a royal wedding is history! The time has come for all of us to contemplate our history." A grin grew on his face. "My Lords." The lions head that was by the high table had its mouth opened by a servant on a lever. "My Ladies…" A red carpet was unravelled out of the mouth. "I give you… King Joffrey! Renly! Stannis! Robb Stark! Balon Greyjoy! The War of the 5 King's!"
With each name, a different dwarf came running out of the lion's mouth. The crowd began to celebrate as the dwarfs ran around the open space crying out different noises, much to the crowd's amusement. Tyland stared at them stone faced, truly hoping that Joffrey wasn't about to do what he thought he was about to.
Joffrey was about to do it. The dwarfs soon lined up in front of the high table and faced the majority of the crowd. The Joffrey dwarf had his arms out wide and announced. "Let the war begin!"
Pretty much immediately the Joffrey dwarf turned to the Robb Stark dwarf and rapped him around the head with the fake sword that he was holding. The Robb dwarf dropped his sword with a pained howl, before the Joffrey Dwarf thrust his pelvis at the bent over dwarf forcefully, toppling the Robb dwarf over. The wolfs head came off and the Joffrey dwarf grabbed it and skipped around with it for a moment, much to the amusement of the crowd.
Tyland thought it distasteful and placed his hand on top of Sansa's to try and comfort his wife. The Stark girl pulled her hand back quickly, a mix of rage and horror on her face as the Greyjoy dwarf kicked the downed dwarf the once, before running away back up the lion's mouth with gleeful laughter.
The two Baratheon King dwarfs then began to circle one another, hurling childish insults at each other before the Renly one turned around, and the fake accentuated bottom was pushed in the Stannis dwarfs face. The Stannis dwarf hit it with the fake weapon, only for the Renly dwarf to moan in glee.
Tyland looked down the table to see Joffrey crying with laughter as he slid down his chair. Ser Loras left the table in outrage, but the performance went on as it went through the events of the war. Renly's dwarf was 'killed' by Stannis, only for the Joffrey dwarf to kill the Stannis one after mock wildfire blew out of the Stannis costume.
Tyland heard Tyrion state. "Pay each of them 20 gold when this is done." He turned to see Podrick Payne leaning into Tyrion's vicinity.
"Yes, My Lord." Payne agreed.
"We'll have to find another way to thank the King." Tyrion noted darkly.
The Joffrey dwarf then began to do a lap of honour as he did indescribable things to the left-over parts of his opponents' costumes, causing the King to spit his drink out due to the laughing fit he was in. All of the dwarfs did one final bow towards the King, and Joffrey stood up. "Well fought!" He exclaimed. "Well fought! Here you are." He untied his coin purse, holding it out over his table. "Champions purse!" He brought the purse back into his body however and continued his speech. "Though, you're not the true champion yet, are you? A true champion defeats all their challengers. Surely there are others out there who still dare to challenge my reign." He looked towards Tyrion and pointed. "Uncle. How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume."
The crowd laughed. Tyland just felt pure rage at his nephew, almost wishing that he could finally fulfil his given nickname of Kingslayer at the humiliation of Tyrion. The Lannister dwarf pushed his chair back and stood up. "One taste of combat was enough for me, Your Grace." He said diplomatically, but Tyland could sense the anger in his voice. "I would like to keep what remains of my face. I think you should fight him. This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery on the field of battle. I speak as a first-hand witness. Climb down from the high table with your new Valyrian sword and show everyone how a true King wins his throne." He then nodded to one of the dwarfs still lined up. "Careful though, this one is clearly mad with lust. It would be a tragedy for the King to lose his virtue hours before his wedding night."
An awkward silence fell over the wedding party as Tyrion sat back down. Tyland closed his eyes and sighed heavily, wishing that Tyrion hadn't just made things ten times harder for himself. Joffrey was clearly angry, and the King picked up his goblet and walked over with heavy footsteps, passing Tyland, Sansa and Shireen to stop behind Tyrion, pouring the contents of the goblet onto the dwarf's head.
"A fine vintage." Tyrion remarked dryly. "Shame that it spilled."
"It did not spill." Joffrey began.
Margaery, with a cheerful voice reached towards Joffrey from her seat. "My love! Come back to me! It's time for my Father's toast!"
The dwarf actors took that moment to flee from the area, not caring about the half-hearted claps they were receiving. Joffrey did walk back over to Margaery to Tyland's relief, although of course the idiot King had to open his mouth again. "Well how does he expect me to toast without wine?" He turned back to Tyrion, a smirk on his face. "Uncle, you can be my cup-bearer, seeing as you're too cowardly to fight."
"Your Grace does me a great honour." Tyrion exclaimed loudly.
"It's not meant." Joffrey said bitterly through clenched teeth. "As an honour." The pair stared at one another angrily for a moment, before Tyrion got off his seat again and walked over to where the King was standing, his hair still dripping with wine. Tyrion reached out for the goblet, only for Joffrey to drop it to the floor. The entire wedding party was watching unamused by now, as Tyrion bent down to pick up the cup, only for Joffrey to kick the object towards Tyland's part of the table. "Bring me my goblet." The King commanded. It rolled past Tyland, who stopped it with his foot and leant down to pick it up before Tyrion went down on his knees. Tyland stood up regally and handed it to Tyrion, staring at the King all the while he did so. Tyrion went to hand it back to Joffrey, who stared at it bemused. "What good is an empty cup?" The King asked. "Fill it." The silence was deafening as Tyrion picked up the nearest decanter that was on the table by Cersei, and the dwarf filled up the goblet with wine before offering it to Joffrey without looking at the King. Joffrey didn't take it however, instead he stared at Tyrion and ordered. "Kneel. Kneel before your King." Tyrion raised his head to look at Joffrey then, but he didn't kneel. Tyland watched on in a sense of dread as he watched it unfold, and Joffrey grew angrier at the disobedience. "Kneel." He said more forcefully. Tyrion didn't move a muscle however, and Joffrey rocked uncomfortably, glancing at Cersei for a brief second before raising his voice. "I said… KNEEL!"
Tyrion again didn't budge, and Tyland, not for the first time that day, was thankful when Margaery interrupted the tense moment when she exclaimed. "Look! The pie!"
The audience began to cheer and applaud again as the overly large pigeon pie was hoisted towards them. Tyland stood up and applauded slowly, but his eyes never left his little brother. Joffrey thankfully snatched the goblet back from him and went to join his new Queen, unsheathing his sword as he prepared to cut the pie open. As he prepared to swing downwards, Tyland moved over to Tyrion. "Take Shireen and go back to the castle." He said firmly. "You'll do no good staying here."
Tyrion just nodded. He wiped his brow with a napkin and held his hand out. "Come, My Lady." He said quietly. Shireen looked terrified, and just nodded as she took his hand and the pair left quietly.
The pie was served and as was customary, Joffrey had the first bit of pie. "Mm." He muttered, his mouth full. "Good, needs washing down…" He took a swig of his drink. "Ah, that's better." Joffrey then looked around. "Where is my cup-bearer?"
"I sent him away, Your Grace." Tyland said calmly. "He was dripping wine and staining his betrothed's new dress. He went to change, that's all."
"Somebody fetch him." Joffrey said sternly. "I wasn't finished with him yet."
Tyland glared at Joffrey, but sat down, not wanting to cause another scene. He caught Jaime's eye, who nodded and stepped forwards. "I'll go, Your Grace." Jaime announced before departing.
The pigeon pie was soon handed out to the other guests, but Tyland didn't touch his, instead he glared at the King who was now laughing with his Queen. Tyland knew that this would be the breaking point. No matter how good Margaery tried to make Joffrey, his basic instinct would be cruelty and humiliation, something that reminded Tyland of King Aerys. Shaking his head, he had one bite of the pastry and pushed it aside, sitting stoically in his seat for the rest of the celebration.
The dancing began soon after the pie was eaten, and day slowly gave away to dusk. When the sky began to turn red, the call for the bedding went up. Again, Tyland stayed firmly in his seat beside Sansa as the King and Queen were carried back towards the Red Keep to fully consummate their union. As the noise died down, Tyland turned to Sansa. "Shall we depart?"
"Lets." Sansa said monotonously, the same glare in her blue eyes. Without looking at him, Sansa rested her hand on his forearm and rose out of her seat, as the pair walked back to their chambers hoping that this new era wouldn't be as bad as the wedding had turned out to be.
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I'm waiting for the outrage that Joffrey survived here. And all because Tyland changed the necklace over! Haha, this was a fun one to come back to write, Joffrey's cruelty in the episode was absolutely foul, and I remember being so happy that his final moments were proving what a horrible person he was in the show.
I realise that this was fairly similar to the show, but there are two major differences. Shae is definitely gone. Tyland made sure that she stayed on the boat and he sent guards with her to ensure she settles in in Pentos. The other one of course, Joffrey wasn't poisoned.
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter nonetheless! I'm not sure when the next one will be as of course this is my second story behind my Stark OC.
Next time: The aftermath of the Royal wedding, and something is wrong with one of the Lannister ladies…
Reviews:
Guest (untouchable): You're spot on in my opinion, they are the only things that could threaten the House at the moment.
Tony McNucklz: I said in chapter 16 that Myrielle is to marry Dickon Tarly as part of the Westerland/Reach alliance, though your idea does have merit and if I hadn't already planned out the story and betrothed Myrielle already I might just have done that.
Tommyginger: I can imagine you're a little surprised that nobody died! I think they cleaned their tracks far too well to be caught to be honest, the only reason anybody knows they did it are because Littlefinger told Sansa on the boat, and Olenna told Jaime before she died. As for Sansa, she hates Tyland with a passion, but has to do her best to act differently as he's the reason she will remain alive. Sometimes the hatred is forced out however, such as this chapter.
Ygrekks: It would be nice, but Tyland killed her Father, brother and mother… that hatred isn't going away any time soon.
TheOnlyKing: Don't mistake honourable and kind for weak. He may not like the murder of innocents, but Loren is very much a strong minded, strong willed and more than capable Lannister. He will learn that he can't act like a boy anymore soon enough.
Freakdogsflare: Rickon isn't in Skagos, this is a show fic.
Silver crow: I can only imagine your reaction to Joffrey not dying here! The things he was teaching Joffrey mainly stemmed from his conversation with Sansa. Yeah it will be a while before he gets Red Rain, he needs to prove himself again before that happens.