Black Wedding
Tyrion Lannister
Kings Landing
The fanfare of Kings Landing was jovial and excited. Everyone was excited for the Royal Wedding or more the food the poor would be given. But still, an excuse to celebrate would not go uncelebrated.
He was dressed in a doublet the beautiful red colour of house Lannister but he could feel his wife's eyes on him. Glancing over his shoulder he stared at Sansa, dressed regally by her handmaiden. A dress of red, but still edges of grey representing house Stark silently defiant.
Her eyes the edge of them sprinkled with red, she had been crying ever since the news had spread, the Red Wedding. He understood his father's reasoning, it was a quick way to end the war. But if it was not terrible… slaughtering a brother trying to avenge his father and a mother whose throat was slit to the bone.
House Frey has become the most hated house and the Westeros became all the more dangerous. No one had broken Guest Right in such a way for several centuries. It was now his Nephews wedding to Margaery Tyrell, he feared for the girl but Margaery Tyrell was no fool and she had seemed to be able to masterfully control Joffrey.
"Sansa… we must get going." He insisted politely, his voice coming out lower than he expected. Her blue eyes glanced up at him with fury.
"Yes My Lord." She replied her voice as cold as winter, it was moments like this that made his loathing for his father grow. He damned him to marry a young girl and damned him to be part of the family that murdered her…
Today could not get any worse, could it? He just had to survive a wedding with his intolerable nephew.
Cersei Lannister
Cersei puffed her chest out with pride and preened. This was truly a perfect wedding for her perfect son Joffrey. She had given him the wedding cloak he would put over the Tyrell harlot. Other courtiers had given gifts, even the snake from Dorne, Oberyn gave a nice gift. The Reach lords gave lavish gifts seeking to curry favour with their king.
Joffrey was enjoying himself, the bards they had were playing jaunty lovely tones. The bards seemed to recruit extra bards to assist him and there was one of them with an extremely lovely voice, he seemed a bit weasel and old but the bard's music quality was superb everyone enjoyed it. They even played a song to soothe the Tyrells, after all the Lannister preferred music. Good, the Tyrells should know they are only second fiddle to the majesty of House Lannister.
She glanced over to Jamie who was standing guard but he was half the man he was, losing his hand… She yearned for him but a part of her was repulsed by him. He was no longer perfect but tainted…
Tyrion looked miserable and she loved it. He had gotten Joffrey's second, Sansa Stark. But now Sansa Stark was of no concern to her, who knows she may even kill her brother! Ah, that would be a lovely day indeed! But now her concern was Margaery Tyrell… Sansa Stark failed to cast her down but now a younger more beautiful challenger approached. But lions did not kneel.
Oberyn Martell seemed jovial. Joking around with his paramour and flirting with men and women. Whatever, those Dornish snakes did was of no concern to her unless it was to hurt her Joffrey, then it would be her concern.
After the bards played some songs out came the performers, the performers were a bunch of fools followed by sword swallowers and the list went on. Everyone was in awe at how decadent the wedding was, good let it remind them of the power of House Lannister. Lord Mace was busy stuffing his face next to his old bat of a mother who looked annoyed by his messy eating.
Tyrell guards and Lannister ones were patrolling about the edges making sure everything was in good order. She saw one quickly walk over to her father, it appeared to be the Captain, he whispered something to her father who was stone-faced but his lips moved and seemingly issued an order. The captain marched off and took some guards but some new ones quickly arrived. The quick was almost unnoticeable, she walked over to her father. Her uncle Kevan was also nearby mingling amongst the other Lannister attendees.
Talking to some courtiers, Ser Marband, Lord Redwyne, Lord Taryl, Lord Crakehall. She spoke to them pleasantly, giving her queenly smile and the men nodded their heads even that stooge Tarly. Finally making her way over to her father, she leaned in.
"Enjoying the wedding father?" She asked before whispering in a lower tone "Is something at issue?" faking a smile to those who looked at them.
"Yes my dear, it is lovely and Joffrey is enjoying himself."
"Nothing at issue…" He assured her in a quiet voice before glaring at her as he walked off to talk to some other guests. Rolling her eyes at her evasive father before walking back, she walked past Mira Forrester, one of Margery's handmaidens a northerner but not so savage. The handmaiden spoke to Sansa for a few moments. Sansa seemed to relish talking to a fellow northerner and Tyrion seemed content that his wife was not his problem for a few moments gulping down a good amount of wine.
In her watching, she bumped into a Lannister man at arms. "Sorry your Grace" he apologized coldly nodding his head to her before seemingly disappearing into the guests and taking a position on the outskirts. Strange… his accent seemed funny? Maybe he had a drink or two?
A raucous round of applause filled the area as a pair of dwarf performers came out and began performing a performance mocking Stannis and Renly it was truly something that brought a smile onto her lips. Renly that sword swallower dead and now Stannis with a few pathetic men, it was glorious but nothing was greater than hearing of Robb Starks death. How Robert would turn in his grave to hear the son of his precious Ned butchered!
Taking a seat at her place, her brother Jaime shuffled close to her.
"So you noticed?" he asked softly, she glanced up at her brother who looked like he had aged in his captivity under those Stark savages.
"Mmmm, Father said it was nothing. But I am not sure. I do not want anything going wrong on my precious Joffrey's day."
"Nothing will happen dear sister and Joffrey is enjoying himself. So should you." Her brother nodded before resuming his post. Glancing around and surveying the crowd, Cersei seemed to see Oberyn walking around weaving his way through the crowd… damn Dornish snake…
But something caught Cersei in the corner of her eyes. Red hair on a person she could not tell if it was man or woman, glancing back to Sansa who was firmly rooted in her place. She felt a shiver run through her body. Someone was watching her? But who? She glanced around but everyone seemed wrapped around in their own world. She glanced at her brother Jaime, he seemed to sense her nervousness but shook his head and winked.
"Dear uncle, why don't you join the dwarves? Show them how to truly ride?" Her beautiful lion insulted her pathetic brother, earning some laughs from some loyal men. Margaery smiled on, like the stupid Harlot she was.
"Your Grace, I don't believe I have the dexterity as my fellow dwarves and I have had quite a bit to drink. So I must respectfully decline." Her brother said, tilting his head down apologetically. The stupid dwarf killed her mother and now wants to ruin her precious son's wedding!
"So be it" her son hummed before dumping his wine over his head, everyone went silent till Joffrey started laughing and Cersei allowed herself a small laugh as well. Her brother looked miserable as he stomped off back to his seat next to Sansa. She looked away unable to bear the embarrassment of her husband. But then went back to admirably chatting to the guests being the perfect little lady she was.
The sounds of footsteps brought everyone's attention as the cooks brought out the great ceremonial pie. Joffrey proudly steps up a crown on his head, wielding the Valyrian steel sword given to him by his Grandfather he does a magnificent job of cutting and the doves are set free.
Clapping ensued as everyone wished their wellness to the king and wished him a happy and prosperous marriage. Joffrey waved his hand towards everyone but he seemingly stilled.
"Your Grace… I wish to send you my regards!" A cool voice calls out everyone eyes are drawn to them. Cersei drops her goblet.
"ROBB STARK!"
Everyone screamed in disbelief there stood before them was Robb Stark a Direwolf at his side snarling. The northern king looked pale and his crown was matted in blood but was dressed in noble clothes and armour. The strings of the lute cut sharply through the air.
"And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?"
"KILL!" Joffrey tried to scream before the twang of a crossbow bolt cut through the air hitting him in the leg as several more spit-roasted the king. Tyrion grabbed Sansa and ducked underneath the table.
The Kingsguard tried to step forward but Blount got a bolt through the eyes. Her father stood up. "Seize him!" The lords and men at arms scrambled as women screamed. The servers dropped their jugs of wine trading the red liquid for red knives. Running their daggers through any guests near them.
But then the sounds of death echoed as the Tyrell men at arms were cut down, seemingly betrayed by the Red Cloaks. Kevan tried to wield his knife but was run through by a Red Cloak slumping forward onto the table as dishes and goblets went flying. Tywin had a knife pressed to his throat.
"Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know."
The bard sang louder as Mace Tyrell was peppered with bolts, his mother calling for her guards. But the two sizeable men at arms were cut down by a raging man with his greatsword, the giant of Umber emblazoned on him. "THIS IS FOR MY SON!". He ran through Garlan Tyrell impaling the knight on his greatsword hefting him off the ground, Margery Tyrrell screamed for her brother as the Greatjon grabbed Olenna Tyrell his brutish hand clasped around her neck.
Ser Adam Marband was ringed by Red Cloaks stabbing him to death as he screamed, desperately trying to fight with his fists but his body was peppered with holes. Crakehall received a mace to the back of his head splitting open the sizable man and causing his brains to splatter everywhere before a few more blows rendered his skull nothing but mush.
"In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,"
The Direwolf dashed forward leaping for Meryn Trant cutting out his throat. Robb Stark slew anyone close to him, butchering any lord that was near him. Randyll Taryl was cut down, by the hamstring brought low by Robb before Oberyn Martell wielding a spear impaled his head.
"And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours."
"Jaime!" she called her brother surged forth trying to protect Joffrey trying to flip a table over but Oberyn Martell and his paramour were upon him, hitting him with the spear and knocking him to the floor. Kicking the downed Lannister Cersei tried to run to save her brother but was grabbed by Robb Stark, his fist clenched around her locks of hair.
"UNHAND ME!" She screamed, Lord Redwyne was feasted upon by a Direwolf as a young girl ran her blade through Ser Preston Greenfield, stabbing the downed Kingsguard over and over again as she howled like a banshee.
"Joffrey!" She screamed for her son who was on the floor screaming in pain calling for his mother.
"And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,"
Another Redcloak approached grabbing Margaery Tyrell who desperately tried to reach her Brother Loras who was hit with several crossbow bolts to the chest rending him keeled over. But before Margaery could utter a word, her screams filled the area as a mace descended upon her smashing her face before her whole body was beaten. Loras screamed for his sister before finding a blade running through the back of his head. Olenna howled for her children before Greatjon growled like a beast and flung her from the cliffs of the Red Keep. Her screaming was heard till she hit the bottom.
"But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear."
Tyrion called for his sellsword Bronn and Podrick who appeared to be nowhere in sight. The tables were stained with red and littered with bodies. Some moans were heard before quickly being silenced by the sound of blades slicing through flesh.
Tywin was dragged to the forefront by several Redcloaks. Pulling off his helmet "Blackfish!" Jaime shouted in disbelief.
"Kingslayer…" The Blackfish spoke before spitting on the floor.
"Robb!" Sansa screamed and ran to her brother hugging him as Arya ran over to join their hug, Tyrion was dragged forth by a direwolf. Joffrey, Tywin, Jaime, Cersei, Tyrion were the only ones seemingly left alive.
"How honourable of the Starks" Jaime replied sarcastically, Robb broke the hug with his sisters marching over.
"Don't speak of me of honour… you tried to massacre me at my Uncle's wedding. The North remembers"
The Redcloaks pulled off their helmets revealing Riverlanders and Northmen. Lady Mormont, Lord Blackwood, Lord Glover, Lord Mallister. All of their eyes burning with hatred. Sansa descended upon Cersei kicking her and beating her.
"You killed our father!" She roared as Arya tried to restrain her.
"And Mother…" Arya whispered lowly, her eyes stained with disgust.
"She will be last to die," Robb commanded before stepping over Joffrey kicking the whimpering boy over.
"No, wait! I am the King!" He whined but Robb's blade descended piercing her son's heart. Cersei howled "MY SON!" Jaime even began crying as Tyrion stayed silent alongside his father.
Jaime died next, Edmure Tully stepping forward to stab him in the stomach "For my Sister…" Before the Blackfish added his own stab to the side followed by the Greatjon bisecting him in half. Cersei began clawing at her face as she howled. Her precious son died and now her lover.
Tywin was next, Black Fish began gutting him "For my Niece…" ripping open his insides before Arya stabbed him through the Throat. Her father loosened his bowls and the smell of shit filled the air before they kicked his body to the side.
"Seems Lannister don't shit gold," Maege grunted before walking over to slam the mace across Tyrion's face. It was not as if he could get any uglier. Tyrion looked at Sansa one final time.
"Robb…" She begged him but Sansa looked at her brother and knew there was to be no mercy had.
"It's okay Sansa…" Tyrion spoke before the world went dark for the dwarf as Lord Glover killed the half-man with a clean beheading strike. Tyrion's head rolling to Cersei. Her howls stopped being mixed with laughs of relief. Her nails raked over her face, cutting her porcelain skin.
Before Robb Stark stepped forward, grabbing her golden locks of hair. Running his blade over her neck. Cersei was happy, it had ended her suffering, she was not cast down by a younger and more beautiful but by a hungry wolf.
"The Starks send their regards…"
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
Well, this is a one-shot I wrote because I just felt the urge to do so. I have been getting into writing more Game of Thrones. And reading stories that are spawning ideas so be on the lookout for more works, I have already written one called King Wolfheart and a crossover with Karl Franz from Warhammer Fantasy. This one-shot was my catharsis for the Red Wedding. I would not mind a review of what you guys thought but until next time!