~Elena~
I found that, now that Sansa was gone, it was easier to simply fade into the background. Forever watching and waiting. A week and six days had passed with out so much as a whisper of Tyrion's wellbeing. I was starting to go mad with worry but I kept my mind at peace with espionage during the day and secret practice sessions with Uncle Oberyn at night. The latter of which kept the darkness at bay. Joffery's brother, Tommen, had been crowned king, a fact that seemed to please the people greatly. During this time, I'd been questioned about Sansa's involvement in Joffery's death, though no matter how many times I'd announced her innocence, no one seemed to belive me.
My footsteps seemed to echo as I made my way down the vacant corridor determined to get some answers out of the suddenly silent Rosette. She was normally a good source of whispered gossip, but these last few days I could scarcely get more than a rushed greeting and a hurried farewell.
"Elena?" I paused, heart fluttering with nervousness as I turned to find Tywin Lannister staring at me with cold hostile eyes.
"Yes my lord." I answered, trying to keep my feet from bolting. I wanted to run, could feel the instinct coursing through my body.
"I wish to have a word with you." His voice dropped in pitch and that flighty feeling became overwhelming. There was something bad about to happen, I could feel it like an electrical charge in the air.
"I really have to -" My words were caught as a metal gloved hand clamped around my throat, crushing painfully. While my mind had worked on how to get away from what was in front of me, I'd forgotten to pay attention to what was going on behind me. I pulled at the hand, trying to pry it from my throat as my lungs starved for oxygen.
"Like I said. I wish to have a word with you Elena." He nodded to the beast who had my throat in iron like hands, before I was dropped to the floor. Eyes burned with tears as I tried to cough in much need air.
"I need you to say Tyrion is guilty at the trials tomorrow." I shook my head as I stumbled back onto my feet, head swimming.
"No." I panted before the large guard behind me made another grab. I dodged, side stepping his attempt before making to run.
"I have your sister." I froze, turning to see if I could spot the lie in his eyes, but there was only cold honesty. "Sweet Lucia. She confessed about your work here. The spy from Dorne. She was hesitant at first, you'll be proud to know, but once my men were done, she sang quite sweetly." Rage took over as I snatched my knife from beneath my dress. Tywin's smile only widened as I stepped closer.
"You can kill me if you wish, but I will make sure that my guard knows to kill you slowly afterwards, only so you can watch what he does to your sister." The world rocked beneath my feet and I had to force myself to keep standing, knife lowered to my side as I tried to blink away the tears.
"If I say this. You promise you'll let her go? Nothing will happen to her?" He nodded, hand going over his heart.
"I vow that if you testify against Tyrion, your sister is free to go." My teeth clinched as I nodded, disgusted with myself. I can't let anything else happen to her on my account.
"I'll testify." He chuckled darkly as he walked over to stand before me, running his fingers along my cheek, before snatching up my chin.
"I can see why my son is always watching you." He purred before he placed as rough kiss on my lips.
"You fail me, and I'll have your sister skinned, raped, and left for the dogs. This is my vow." He growled as he walked away. My knees gave in as I collapsed in a pile of tears and regret, scrubbing at my mouth with the skirt of my dress. I have to find her. I have to get her back.