~Elena~
Tyrion was staring hard out the window when I snuck into his room, making sure no one saw me before shutting the door.
"You sent for me?" I asked as I walked closer, hands clasped behind my back.
"I'm afraid our friendship can't last any longer."
"Our friendship?" I asked as he gave me a stern look, as if I'd angered or offended him somehow.
"There is a ship waiting in the harbor bound for Dorne. You'll have your own cabin of course, and across the waters, you'll have a house. Servants." Confusion and rage battled for dominance as I looked at him.
"What is this about?" I asked, considering I'd already given my opinion on the matter.
"I am a married man. My wife has suffered a great deal, as you well know. I don't want her to suffer anymore on my account. I need you to leave to uphold my vows." A dark chuckled slipped past painted lips as I made my way closer to him, a predator's smile on my lips.
"She doesn't want you, and you don't want her."
"I need to do right by her. By our children." I laughed out loud then, seeing the real fear that hid behind his eyes.
"What are you afraid of?"
"I'm not afraid." Yet he couldn't say it and look me in the eyes.
"You are afraid. Afraid of your father and sister. You are a coward."
"I need you to leave." He hissed as he turned from me, as if that made things final.
"I am Sansa's handmaiden-"
"You're a whore." My head reeled as if I'd been slapped repeatedly. Chest aching something fierce as I stared at him open mouthed.
"Sansa is fit to bare my children and you are not. I can't be in love with a whore. I can't have children with a whore. I mean, I bet you've been with plenty of men since our night." Tears burned in my eyes as the truth of how he saw me finally arose.
"How many whores have you been with Tyrion?" I asked, voice soft with rage.
"I have enjoyed my time with all of them, and I have enjoyed my time with you most of all, but now that time is over." He declared as he marched over to the door, opening it to reveal his knighted friend, Bronn.
"You'll have a comfortable life. Bronn will escort you to your ship." A hand grabbed my arm while my fist connected with soft flesh. The other hand flying to retrieve the blade Tyrion had given me so long ago. The knife flew through the air, sinking into a chair merely inches from Tyrion.
"If I hear you try to send me away one more time. The next blade will sink deep into your black heart. On this you have my word." I vowed, mind filled with murderous intentions before I ran from the room.