Game of Thrones: Of Lions and Roses

Chapter 2 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Tyrion

Tyrion sighed as he stood by the window, observing the daily coming and goings of the people. He was deep in thought, lamenting recent events, considering everything that had occurred, the news they had received of the Starks, the fall of first the Frey's and then the Boltons, the Starks rising once more.

'We thought we had the advantage, we thought everything changed in that one fatal moment.' He thought to himself; recalling the Red Wedding. 'It appears we do not after all; it all…changed, but not in the way we thought.'

He shook his head, turning away from the window. Things had changed alright; but had instead turned worse for them. They had lost their allies and armies in the North and Riverlands and now, those that stood against them stood firm; maintaining their defences.

He sighed as his thoughts continued. 'The Starks and Tully's are back in power; they survived. What's more, the Starks are together again and now the North and Riverlands…They're lost to us once more.'

However as he considered this, he also pondered something else. 'They haven't been active recently however; what are doing? This is strange, after so long attacking us; the Starks have suddenly gone quiet.'

He was deeply concerned with that; but could not figure out any explanation.

He was distracted from his thoughts by a knock at the door. He quickly composed himself and turned to face the door.

"Come." He called out.

The door opened and Podrick and Bronn entered.

"Yes, what is it?" He asked calmly.

Podrick shifted his feet and explained. "M-My Lord; it's time."

Tyrion sighed and nodded; knowing what this was about.

"Ah, right, Good." He replied.

In order to finally cement their alliance with Dorne; aside from having Myrcella sent there, they had also requested a representative from Dorne to sit with them on the Small Council. They had heard that the delegation with the representative would be arriving soon; it looked like they were almost here, Tyrion had been ordered to go out and met with them.

He nodded and soon prepared himself. "Let's go, wouldn't do to keep the Dornish waiting."

Bronn nodded; smirking, while Pod remained as nervous as ever. Together they left the room and began making their way to where they planned to meet with them.

"So, are we really going to meet this…Doran Martell is it?" Bronn asked.

Tyrion sighed. "Yes and remember, it's Prince Doran; A Dornish custom; why do you ask.

Bronn shrugged. "What was it you said about him, gout?"

Tyrion shook his head and continued to walk; although he had to admit, Bronn had a point.

Sometime later, they sat on horseback, waiting for the Dornish to arrive, they could see them approaching. At once Tyrion could see that Doran Martell was not present; his gout has so bad after all that he couldn't ride a horse or walk. It was then the Dornish delegation finally drew close and Tyrion froze as he saw the man riding at the front.

"Greetings Lord Tyrion." The man greeted warmly, with a grin.

Tyrion replied tensely. "Lord Oberyn, welcome."

At the same time he thought to himself. 'Of all the Martells; it had to be this one…Lord Tyrell is going to go crazy.'

"So, your brother couldn't come?" Bronn asked casually.

Oberyn nodded; "I'm afraid so, his gout has gotten worse."

Tyrion nodded sympathetically. "I see, that is terrible; I hope he recovers soon."

"Yes, well, shall we go then?" Oberyn remarked.

"Yes, of course."

With that began their ride back. As they rode Oberyn turned his head towards Tyrion.

"So Lord Tyrion; I wonder, just what is your father planning?" He asked casually. "Does he hope to placate us; that we will forget the past?"

Tyrion sighed; he might have guessed this. "I think we are best suited not bringing up the past, at least not right now, trust me on that."

Oberyn frowned but said nothing else and instead, rode on in silence.

Later; back in the Red Keep, Tyrion was on his way to the throne room. He knew that before long, Oberyn and the Dornish delegation would present themselves to the King and Queen. However just then he heard raised voices, he recognized one of them as Mace Tyrell and knew right away what was happening.

"Oh no." He hoped to avoid this but sadly it wasn't mean to be.

He hurried as fast as he could and found Oberyn standing, along with his delegation, being faced by an enraged Mace Tyrell and, with them, was his father.

"Why is he here?" Mace was demanding, a savage expression on his face.

Tywin remained as calm as ever. "We have an alliance with Dorne, as with you, much like with the Tyrell's we required a representative."

Mace growled. "So they send him, that beast…"

"That will do." Tywin remarked calmly.

Oberyn laughed and shook his head. "Always nice to feel welcome."
Mace glared again as Tyrion approached.

"I believe we have places we need to be." He said carefully, making sure to direct his comment at Mace Tyrell.

Mace glared at him before turning and heading for the throne room, muttering darkly. Tywin said nothing else either but simply left for the throne room too. Casting one last look back at Oberyn, Tyrion followed.

Before long everybody was gathered in the throne room; Tyrion sighed as he looked around, he could see the anticipation on everybody's face, except for Mace Tyrell, who still looked thunderous.

Finally the doors opened and Oberyn and his men came in, accompanied by the various gifts they had brought with them. Joffrey and Margaery both welcomed them and Joffrey made his speech, carefully prepared beforehand to ensure he wouldn't make any mistakes.

"Welcome to King's Landing Prince Oberyn. We are pleased to see one of the proud people of Dorne here." He announced.

Oberyn smiled at that. "I am pleased to be here Your Grace; I have also brought with me many gifts from Dorne."
The gifts were then presented, including one which startled many of those present.

"What in the Seven Hells is that?" Tyrion gasped; shocked at the strange caged animal.

It was a large quadrupedal animal with orange and black striped fur and a lighter underside. It growled and when one court official got too close to the bars, it lunged, roaring briefly. The person jumped back in shock while Joffrey laughed.

"Excellent." He said, clearly appreciating the creature.

Oberyn grinned. "A native animal to Dorne; a tiger Your Grace."

Joffrey laughed again and Tyrion had to supress a groan, it seemed Joffrey had found a new thing that would allow him to torment others with.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.

Just a note, there's nothing to state tigers are native to Dorne, but in this, make it that they are.