~Tyrion~
My sister has gone mad. I raged as I rushed through the halls, panic dancing with vengeance as I pictured Ros' beaten form in my mind's eyes. The hurt look in her eyes as she stayed silent about having not been the woman I was truly in love with. I'd wanted to strangle my sister with my own bare hands when I'd pictured an already beaten Elena broken worse under Cersei's well versed cruelty. I'd hidden my sigh of relief when it hadn't been Elena, thanking the gods I'd given Ros a lion's necklace while in a drunken stupor, and praying they wouldn't find out Elena had one as well. I'll see she pays for this. I growled while my heart pounded an erratic rhythm in my chest as I reached my chamber doors. Please be here. Please be here. I prayed as I pushed through the doors.
"Elena? Elena are you here?" I called, tears pricking my eyes as I searched my chambers, panic making my head swim.
"Took you long enough. I've been waiting all night." A gasp of relief fell from my lips as she walked out from behind the curtains hiding my bed, a confused look flashing across her face as she looked at me.
"What is it?" She asked, a frown pulling at her lips, her hands fiddling with a book she'd found.
"You're so beautiful." I breathed, fighting back tears as I looked at her, taking in her pale rose dress with golden neck clasp. She'd washed her hair, the curls reaching farther past her waist than when we'd first met, small gold earrings twinkling in the firelight as she walked towards me, bare feet almost silent against the stone floor. The bruises were almost healed, I'd noted as she grew closer, the cuts healing nicely, though I felt this was more on her part than it was on the pitiful Grand Maester. A certain knowing found it's way into her eyes, as if, even though she wasn't there, she could tell something bad had happened, and she sought to make it better. Her lips were warm, her kiss gentle as she tried to not resplit her lip. Hands tangling in my hair as I took in the spicy citrus scent of the soap she'd become fond of. A moan built in the back of her throat as I felt my knees growing weak, the anger melting to be replaced by love and fear.
"What is upsetting you?" She breathed as she pulled away, leading me over to a bench that she settled herself down onto, hiding the slight wince of pain behind a smile. She's so brave. So wonderful. I thought sadly as I pictured all the horrible things Cersei could have done to her. How much can one woman take before she is to broken to be fixed? I wondered as I sank to my knees before her.
"We have to be more cautious. More careful." I explained as I looked up at her. She smiled as if I was jesting before she frowned at me.
"Of what? Incase you haven't noticed, I am more than capable of taking care of myself." She replied as she caressed my cheeks with soft hands.
"No. There are people who want to see me hurt." I tried. She frowned as she nodded.
"I know this. I won't let them. I won't let anyone hurt you. Not even the child king. I will kill them all." She declared softly, eyes bright with a feverish determination that told she spoke the truth, which both scared me, and made me fall deeper in love with her as the tears built again.
"I would kill for you. Do you know that? I expect I might have to before this over with. You're mine." I declared as I gripped her tighter. Something shone in her eyes as a smile found it's way on her lips once more.
"I'm yours." She whispered as she caressed my face once more, trying to soothe me. Irrational panic stabbed at my heart as I sought for more.
"Promise me." I demanded past the lump of fear in my throat, my voice gruff with the effort. The smile disappeared and the stern determination reigned once more.
"I'm yours, and you're mine. Until my last breath." She vowed before she took my face in her hands and kissed me once more, love flowing from her and into me, washing away my worries with pure passion.
"Come." She whispered as she stood and took my hands in hers, leading me towards the bed with a gentle smile.
"On the bed please." She instructed as she pointed to where she'd already had the stool waiting. I climbed onto the bed as instructed, mouth watering and breath hitched as she looked at me with hooded icy blue eyes. Is she- I thought before I wasn't capable as she unhooked the back of her dress, letting in fall to the floor as she stood before me, face flushed with uncertainty.
"Are you certain?" I asked, wondering if I could contain myself should she change her mind.
"I am. Though I don't know what to do. Can you teach me?" She asked softly as she came to join me.
"Oh gods yes." I breathed as I captured her lips once more.