~Tyrion~

I should have seen this coming really. My hopes had been set high when Oberyn had stepped foot through my prison door, but arrogance had a way of ruining my life. Shouts echoed down the halls as I heard boots thunder towards my door. No doubt they had come to tease yet again, and I was so tired of their laughter.

"Oh get on with it you son of a whore." I snapped, the hinges of my door screaming, announcing the entry of a person I'd thought to never see again.

"Is that any way to speak about our mother?" Jamie stood before me, a light in the darkness as I stood with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" He stood to the side gesturing for me to walk past the unconscious guard with his torch.

"A ship is waiting in the bay bound for the free cities." His voice was hurried as I followed him up the stone stairs, mind working to grasp the fact that my brother was helping me, but that begged to question.

"Who's helping you?" He looked back at me with a large grin.

"Varys." Another name I'd thought I'd never hear.

"Varys?" He nodded surging onward, eyes darting towards the shadows.

"You have more friends than you thought."

My heart pounded painfully in my chest as we hurried through the vacant hallways. The torch guiding the way towards what I hoped wasn't a trap. Jamie hurried to the entry way, waving me forward frantically.

"There's a locked door at the top of the stairs. Knock on it twice. Then twice again." Jamie instructed as he placed the torch in the holder on the wall. "Vary will open it." He hurried past again, no doubt sensing that time was running out.

"I suppose this is good bye then." The thought hurt more than I thought it would as I looked up at the only member of my family who had yet to betray me. His eyes grew misty before he surprised me yet again, sinking down to hug me tightly. Tears burned in my eyes as he kissed my hair before leaning back to look at me.

"Farewell little brother."

"Jamie. Thank you for my life." His eyes were full of things unspoken as he nodded, gesturing towards the door once more.

"Quickly now." Then he was gone and I was once again left to my thoughts. Images that had haunted me every second I'd spend shackled on that hay covered floor. My breath quickened as my mind ignored my pleading heart. My father would pay for what he'd done.