Tyrion
He walked down the steps of the red keep, step by step, the walking became easier. I bloody hope that my sweet sister won't find me here.
He had a brightly lit torch in one hand and a large, deep goblet in the other. After climbing at least 500 stone steps, he had reached the dungeon of the Red keep.
"Gods. I must have been 16 the last time I was here."
"Really? That must have been a long time." His Sellsword bodyguard remarked.
"Yes, well it doesn't mean very much."
"Why, no! It means everything! Look back at your past, see how tall you have grown since then!"
The Sellsword grinned, but Tyrion shot him an apathetic look.
"I'm just trying to lighten the mood! It's cold and dark down here, I'd rather be with my whore, drinking wine, and I suppose you'd do the same."
"You have your wine, and you're right, I'd rather be in Shae's arms than in the arms of dead dragons, if they even had any,"
"Then what are we doing here? Fucking dead dragons? Do you have any idea how that feels like?"
"No, but you could tell me all about it, I'm sure you have plenty of experience."
The Sellsword chuckled at his friend's jape.
"As much as I want to hear about your depravity, I am here for a search."
"What?"
"Dragonglass, dragon bone, remains of deactivated wildfire, Valyrian steel, Valyrian stone…. Pretty much Valyrian anything."
"Why would you want any of that?"
"A raven came for my Lord Father today."
"Good, serves him right for raping your wife."
"The raven was bearing a MESSAGE." He said, with his voice stern.
"Very well, what did it say?"
"That White Walkers have been spotted at the North of the Wall, and that the Night's Watch needs all the support and men it can get, my father is still considering the thought of sending men to the Wall."
"I doubt your father would send anything to the Wall."
"No, he probably won't."
"Then why are you even bothering to look for weapons to fight against the Walkers if they are real?"
"I don't pay you to ask questions."
"No, you pay me to kill people who try to fuck you. But I'll double my salary if you don't tell me."
"What?! I already doubled it last month!"
"This might be a good time to answer a question."
"Ok, fine. The last time I visited the Wall, the lord commander said that the Watch was falling apart, that the men were either too old, too young or too fucking stupid."
"And?"
"And he said that he needed smart men like me, to help him keep the Watch alive."
"So?"
"So I can't let a man who believes in me down. I have to get to the Wall and give them everything I've got."
"And I expect you want me to go to the Wall with you?"
"You expected correctly, and I expect you want me to double your pay?"
The Sellsword grinned slyly once again.
"We'll see."
"I bloody hope not. Now follow me, we have work to do."
"You mean YOU have work to do. All I have to do is guard the door."
Tyrion scowled.
"Just make sure no one comes in."
He set the goblet of wine onto the floor, hoping the rats won't spill it. And walked towards the pile of skulls. He ran his hands on the top of the skull.
This is even smoother than Shae's skin. He thought to himself. Dragonbone is the strongest thing in the world, lighter than most steel, stronger than Warhammers, almost as sharp as Valyrian Steel, smoother than a baby's ass, and lighter than air. He had read this in a history book about the Targareyens and all their dragons.
What in the bloody hell is that? There was a white paper in the skull, he wasn't sure if it was paper but saw black ink reflecting off in the shadows, right off of the lit torch.
Tyrion went to his knees and scrambled around the floor, looking for a rock. HE found a large rock and aimed at the skull. Let's see here, the drawing said to hit it in here….. here…. And here.
There was a drawing in the history book about how to break a dragon's skull. He bashed it with the rock several times, and the skull cracked open immediately.
"Yes!" He opened the paper quickly and read it. His jaw dropped down in shock as he read on.
"Tyrion? Tyrion!"
"Sorry, Bronn."
"How was the dragon's cunt?"
"We MUST get to the blacksmith's anvil now!"
"Tyrion…..
"Now!"
Tyrion spun around and ran up the stairs, spilling his wine and dashed out the entrance, Bronn quickly followed.
They reached the Smith's anvil near the stables.
"Bronn! Your sword! Now!"
The Sellsword pulled his sword out and handed it to the dwarf. Tyrion placed it onto the anvil. He took a knife and carved the words: Winter is here. And burned the blade on the fire he lit with the oil lamp on hay. Bronn's eyes flashed with uncertainty. Tyrion muttered some strange words.
"My gods." Tyrion gasped.
Bronn's sword had strange symbols on it.
"My sword has never been lighter."
He swung his sword at the anvil. The anvil was cut into half instantly.
"I've never seen a blade like this before."
"It's Valyrian steel."
"And I'm Aegon Targareyen. What type of fool do you take me for?"
"A very big one, now. The paper I found in the dragon's skull were instructions to create Valyrian steel!"
"Of course! Someone would just leave a recipie for a magical blade tha has been extinct for 5000 years for some imp to find it!"
"I know, but these skulls have been examined countless times. The instsructions must be new!"
"Well, I can accept that."
"It seems I will not let the lord commander down."
The next morning, he had to tell his father. Not only that he had discovered the secret to the strongest metal on Earth, but also a Lannister was going to the Night's Watch.
Gods. The tower of the hand is even more cold than the dungeon of the red keep.
And there he was. His 'beloved' father. That edgy face staring sullenly at the walls, that beard which ued to be gold resting on his chin, his hands grasping tightly on a goblet of wine as those sullen eyes darted from angle to angle, staring down each one of his generals.
"But Lord Tywin...
"I SAID that you will bring 5000 men to the wall including yourself. And if you seem to recall my reputation as a man who pays his debts, then you might as well obey me now or suffer my payment!"
"Yes, sir."
The first Lannister general left and Tywin just stared at the other one. The other one stood up and said:"Yes, my lord! I shall bring 7000 of my men to the wall!"
Tyrion planted himself in the seat opposite to his father as soon as the generals left. His father's eyes were breathing on him again.
"My. My. 10,000 men. What empowered you to make such a generous donation?"
"Reputation." He said contemptuously. "If the walkers are really back then I aim to provide the most men, we will be remembered for such a service."
"Well, I think Robb Stark has beaten you. He has raised his banners and all of his supporters and is heading towards the wall even as we speak."
"I think I could spare."
"I recieved news that Catelyn Stark is dead, by our men."
"Yes."
"I wonder who could have given the order?"
"Joffrey did."
Tyrion's eyes widened in shock.
"You gave that mad child an army? Whatever madness inspired you to do that?"
"The madness of the King's power. Or whatever power he has left after that assassination attempt on Robb Stark."
Tyrion nodded.
"Is there a reason you're here?" Tywin asked.
"Yes. First of all, I know how to make Valyrian Steel. And that it is fatal towards Walkers and Wights."
"Really? I knew you would do something useful."
"Second of all... I'm going to the wall."
Tywin looked angry. "What?! A Lannister spending time with the dregs of Westeros at the edge of the world?! I will not have it!"
"And why is that father? You have never shown any love towards me nor any affection."
"YOU ARE MY SON!"
"What?"
"You are my son, you are also a drunken, whore-mongering, twisted and sharp-tounged dwarf! (This is Peter Dinklage Tyrion not book Tyrion.) But you are also my son! A man born of Lannister blood! And if that means nothing to you, if the fact that your mother died boring a monster like you, the fact that I tolerate you parading yourself around the world while acting like the monster you are, and that you will shame us all by throwing it into the most worthless group of degenerates on the face of this EARTH! Then SO BE IT!"
"Your son? YOUR SON? I have no father! I only have the prideful lord of some rock, hurling shit into my face every time I see him! All I wanted in this life was your love and respect! If I can't have that as the hand of the king, then pherhaps I never will!"
He walked out of the room slowly. Long enough for him to hear his 'father' seethe. He entered his bedchambers, and was greeted by one of the few people who truly love and respect him.
"My lion." Shae said.
"My, lady! What are you doing here?"
She slapped him in the face.
"What is this word of you joining the Night's Watch?! Who will I love when you are gone?!"
"My lady...
She slapped him again.
"Why are you going? And why haven't you told me?!"
"Please, Shae. I'm only fighting there temporarily." He put his hands on here soft cheeks.
"I WILL return, I promise you."
She started to cry.
"Please, don't go. I don't know what I'll do without you, and I'll kill anyone who tries to harm you."
"That is not your concern."
"Of course it is! I love you! I am yours and you are mine! Does that mean nothing to you?!"
"I won't let anything happen to me."
"You can't know that. At least tale me with you."
"No, it's cold and dangerous there."
"I don't care if I have to be in the Seven Hells as long as we're together."
She rested her head on his shoulder as the tears rolled down her face.
"When do you ride North?"
"Tommorow."
"Then let's end with your last night in this world." She said as she began to take her dress off.
"No, we can't"
"Fuck the rules. This is the last night you are alive."
"Tru... She smothered his lips with hers.
Even victory doesn't tase as sweet as this.
By the time they were finished he didn't want to go. But he HAD to .
"Will you still go?"
"Yes, my lady. I'm afraid I must."