~Tyrion~
Somewhere between agony and rage I had become numb. A fact I'd noted as I traveled down the silent hallway, blood rushing in my ears as I came to stand before a cracked door, stopping long enough to load the bow, my mind already made up. The door opened with a groan of hinges as I took in the vulnerable form of my father sitting on the privy, an annoyed look on his face.
"Tyrion. Put down the crossbow. Who released you?" He sounded very unconcerned for someone on the wrong end of an arrow, a fact that should have annoyed me greatly, but I could only feel sadness, anger. "Your brother I expect, he always had a soft spot for you. Shall we talk in my chambers?" He made to stand up, the anger flaring at I took aim, he frowned at me settling back down with a sigh.
"This is how you want to speak to me? Shaming your father has always given you pleasure hasn't it."
"All my life, you've wanted me dead?" The question was out of my mouth before I was entirely sure I wanted to know the answer.
"Yes." I gulp down the pain as he looked at me with honest eyes, for what was probably the first time. "But you refuse to die. I respect that, even admire it. You fight for what's yours. I'd never let them execute you, is that what you fear? Never let Ilyn Payne take your head. You're a Lannister. You're my son." I scoffed as tears burned in my eyes, the image of Elena sprawled out form, naked and vulnerable as she plead.
"I loved her." An eyebrow quirked as he studied me.
"Who?"
"Elena."
"Oh Tyrion. Put down that crossbow."
"You beat her. Perhaps even raped her." That numb feeling was returning as I pictured her fear, smelled it as she jerked from my touch.
"Doesn't matter." I took aim once more, not understanding.
"Doesn't matter?"
"She was a whore." He answered simply as anger surged once more.
"Say that word again."
"And what? You'll kill your own father in the privy? No, you're my son. Now, enough of this nonsense."
"I am your son, and you sentenced me to die." It was almost amusing how my love for him could simply vanish, like a breeze had carried it away. "You knew that I didn't poison Joffery, but you sentenced me all the same. Why?"
"Enough. Let's go back to my chambers and talk with some dignity."
"I can't go back there. She was in there."
"What? Are you afraid of a beaten whore?" The arrow released in the next breath, sinking deep into my father's shoulder. He groaned in pain, looking down at the arrow in disbelief as I loaded another.
"You shot me. You're no son of mine."
"I am your son. I have always been your son." The arrow released, this one biting deep into his heart as he looked out with wide lifeless eyes. And you will always be my father.
Varys answered with knowing eyes as he looked down upon me.
"What have you done?" I could only stare silently as he ushered me through the door. "Quickly."
Elena awaited on the other side, clothed much like a young boy, face covered with the hood of her cloak. She knelt before me, hands raised as if to touch me, eyes holding deep sorrow.
"He had my sister. I won't ask forgiveness, for I do not deserve it." She whispered, face turned away as Varys looked to me. The decision to forgive her was mine alone to make, but if I was being honest, I had forgiven her from the moment her mouth spoke it's first lie.
"You are mine." I whispered as I took her hands. A broken smile pulled at her lips as she looked at me with glistening eyes.
"I am yours." She answered before Varys cleared his throat, gesturing towards a crate.
"This is my escape? You can't be serious?" A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he held out his hand, helping me to step into it.
"Trust me my friend. I brought you this far." He reassured as he handed me a bag and shut the lid on my crate. Blue eyes stared through the holes of my small confinement as Elena reached through with her fingers.
"I'll be here with you." I brushed my fingers with hers before she straightened as I was lifted up by two large men.
There was a brief moment when fear sang in my heart as I was lifted with the rest of the cargo, the alarm bells tolling in the distance. An unease than made me worry Elena and Varys would not be aboard when I arrived, but my worries soon eased when I was set gently down and Elena sank beside me, setting her head against the crate, fingers brushing mine.
"You are mine, and I am yours. Until my last breath." She whispered as her eyes closed once more, Varys looking down upon her with troubled eyes. She was broken, even I could see that. There was a new darkness in her that was waiting for another chance at freedom. I will be here when it comes. I promised as her breathing evened out in slumber. We will fight the darkness together.