Lady Asha Greyjoy

The bells of the sept rang out, and Asha smiled. She had waited for this day for a very long time. She wore a dress, the one time she would ever wear one, and she wore her cloak. Theon stood behind her, having coming from Pyke to assist in the ceremony. She smiled at her brother, he'd lost an eye during the fighting on Pyke, but he looked a lot more handsome and more of a man for it. Theon smiled back. The Septon spoke. "Who comes?"

"Lady Asha of the House Greyjoy." Theon answered in his deep voice. "Who claims her?"

"Tyrion of House Lannister." Tyrion answered, he stood proudly dressed in red and gold, the colours of his house, looking handsome.

Theon left her at the altar and stood behind her. The High Septon spoke then. "We are gathered here today, in celebration of that most perfect of unions. A marriage between man and woman. These two young people before me, have made the ultimate commitment, to hold one another through all their troubles. Before the Father, the Mother, the Crone, the Smith, the Warrior, the Maiden and the Stranger, I bid you recite your vows."

Asha turned to Tyrion then and spoke. "I, Asha Greyjoy do hereby swear before the Father, the Mother, The Crone, The Smith, the Warrior, the Maiden and the Stranger, and the Drowned God, to love you and to hold you. To share in your joys, and your problems, to protect you, and to share with you all that this life holds for us." She placed a ring on Tyrion's middle finger.

Tyrion spoke then. "I Tyrion Lannister do hereby swear before the Father, The Mother, the Maiden, the Crone, the Smith, the Warrior and the Maiden and the Stranger to love you and to hold you. To share in your joys and your problems. To protect you and defend you from the world's ills. To ensure that all that comes before you is good and bountiful. To serve as a confidant and a friend, from this day to my last." Tyrion placed a ring on her finger. Then they looked at the Septon who nodded to Theon.

Her brother moved forward and removed her cloak as Tyrion turned and placed the red and gold cloak of the House Lannister over her shoulders. The Septon spoke then. "Before the gods you have been declared husband and wife, let all who witness this know that this has been declared and is the will of the gods. You may now kiss."

Asha bent down and placed her lips against Tyrion's, she sighed with contentment as the kiss deepened briefly, before they parted. They walked together holding hands, as the crowd cheered, outside on the streets the people cheered. Lord Tywin was there dressed in armour, waiting for them. He was to ride out for the Riverlands to aid in the fight against the savages. He nodded to them. "Know that I only consented to this marriage because of the trade benefits I was promised by the King." The man said before he turned and walked off.

Asha turned to her husband and said. "Your father is an arsehole."

"I know, my love." Her husband replied, she smiled and bent down and kissed him again.

Lord Petyr Baelish

The air had a chill in it. His clothes were dirty, the cells had not been kind to him. He had expected nothing less, he was a traitor to the realm after all. Petyr laughed. The whole episode had been somewhat humorous though he supposed he should have been more concerned with how easily he had been found out. Marwyn must have sold him out, the man had always had that air of superiority over him. Or it could have been Lysa, the woman had fled to the Vale shortly after her husband had died, or he thought she had, but then she'd appeared at his trial and spoken so ill of him. It was quite sad really. He had given so much, done so much, and now his house would die with him. Perhaps his father had been right, perhaps he had aimed to high and flown too close the sun. But then his father had been an old and bitter man when he had said that, and Petyr had had no time for such nonsense. He would achieve what he wanted whether his father liked it or not. And the more he thought of it, the more he was convinced that he had indeed achieved everything.

The executioner spoke. "Lord Petyr Baelish, you stand accused of laundering money to fund illicit adventures, you stand accused of committing treason by supplying enemies of the crown with the funds you had taken from the treasury. You stand accused of taking an active hand in the poisoning of certain crown officials to further your own end. Do you deny these charges?"

Petyr laughed. "I do not." It did not matter to him now whether he lived or died. Cat had rejected him, even the miserable simp Lysa had rejected him.

"Do you have anything you wish to say before you meet your maker?" the executioner asked him.

"I do." Petyr replied. "I think that this whole thing is a sham. There is nothing but lies and deceit here. Everyone who operates for the crown is complicit in the suppression of the people. They operate as though they are trying to better the realm, but really they are out there for themselves. To succeed one must ensure that they are loyal to someone and everyone. We must whore ourselves out for the stupidity of the fools who were born into power. There is nothing worse than that." Petyr spat then, the crowd booed at him and he yelled. "You are fools."

The executioner pushed him down onto the block. And said. "Lord Petyr Baelish, on order of His Majesty the King, you are sentenced to death. May the Gods protect your soul." As the axe came down, Petyr laughed, there were no gods. There was only the struggle.