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Wow already, almost, so popular! Three followers and one favorite! I wasn't to thrilled about the first chapter. Alas it was written at a late hour, and going back over it there were things I needed to correct, but its out in the open so just bare with it.

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The Sweet Taste of Poisoned Words

"I did everything he wanted. Whatever he told me to do to him, whatever he felt like doing to me. I kissed him where he wanted; I licked him where he wanted. I let him put himself where he wanted. I was his property. I would wait in his chambers for hours, so he could use me when he was bored. He ordered me to call him 'my lion,' so I did. I took his face in my hands and said, 'I am yours and you are mine."

There was break in the trail, everyone already had form their groups talking about the horrible deed Tyrion did. Demon could help but to sit down, close his eyes, and listen to almost every conversation that took place. And they all ended in the same thing.

"I hope he meets justice for the death of our dead King!"

To bad no one really looks into the things as clearly as an assassin would look. Yes everyone knew that Tyrion had the most things stacked against him, and it would be easier to pin the dead kings murder on one the world had seemed to already hate.

But everyone was just as guilty as the real murder. Everyone had things stacked against them that could cause everyone to turn and hate. It could of been the young lady Stark, lord knows everyone assumed it because she ran. But from what Demon heard, she was to caring and kind to even think about murder.

It could of been the Mother Queen, the lord knows what she and her brother did to create such a monster. The deeds he has done to the kingdom, and what he did to entertain himself. But a mother like the Mother Queen would never hurt her child. She was after all still the mother.

It could have been the King's Right Hand Man. But Tywin was to smart to do an open killing like that. He was like Demon when it came to public figures dying, things were better in secret and where no traces could be found.

This trail had Demon's full attention, so far nothing was said in the defense of the Imp. Should Demon go up there and spill his knowledge on killing? No, he would be beheaded on the spot!

The woman who was up on the stand was not only Tyrion's whore, but also a chamber maid of the young Lady Sansa. It didn't take much to know the heart break in the room, the look he gave her. And even through her words, he looked heart broken. Something was not right, why was Demon the only one noticing this? Was he the only one with brains in this damn castle?!

It was the break that caused an uproar.

"I saved you, I saved this city, all your worthless lives. I should've let Stannis kill you all,"

Demon leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees, as he listened. The small man had his full attention now.

"Tyrion," The Right hand spoke, in an alarming fashion. "Do you wish to confess?"

"Yes, father. I'm guilty. Guilty. Is that what you want to hear?"

Demon tilted his head slightly, a bit confused. So he did kill the king? Oh, this was starting to get unfair. No doubt he was glad someone murdered the bastard child, bred from brother and sister, but he was still angered that someone stole his prize from him.

But coming out clean like this? Demon was quite sure now that the small man didn't actually do a thing. From this trail everyone bad he's ever done was put against him, Demon assumed Tyrion's love, the whore, betrayed him. This wasn't such a good day for the small man.

"You admit that you poisoned the king?"

"No, of that I'm innocent. I'm guilty of a far more monstrous crime: I'm guilty of being a dwarf."

A twisted smile rose upon Demon's lips. A man as short as he was would always be on trail for his size. Because of his size people would look down upon him, they would poke and tease. Oh how it reminded the assassin of his days in training. Though he wasn't short, he just sucked at his job. That was until the Lord of Light touched him, and spoke soft words of power.

"You are not on trial for being a dwarf."

"Oh, yes I am, I've been on trail for that my entire life!"

The right hand sighed, having enough of this. "Have you nothing to say in your defense?"

"Nothing but this," he said "I did not do it."

He almost sounded like he was going to laugh.

"I did not kill Joffrey but I wished that I had! Watching your vicious bastard die gives me more relief than a thousand lying whores! I wish I was the monster you think I am. I wish I had enough poison for the whole pack of you! I would gladly give my life to watch you all swallow it!"

The uproar got louder and people jumped to their feet angry and sprouting words that Demon didn't take into his mind. He simply closed his eyes and listened.

"I will not give my life for Joffrey's murder! And I know I will get no justice here! So I will let the Gods decide my fate. I demand a trail by combat."

Demon reopened his eyes and laughed into the crowd of yelling. A trail by combat? Oh yes, this just keeps getting better and better!