A Holiday by Decree
Note 1: Hey everybody, for those of you who are curious, obviously events preceding this fic turned out differently than things ended up in the show, so I decided to write a quick little prologue piece to this one called "From the Queen's Solar". Told from Tyrion's perspective, it gives some background about who lived and who died and how things went after Dany and Jon took King's Landing. It's purely according to this author's whims and notes, but I hope you might have fun getting that kind of background information.
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~~ Day 2 ~~
Alone again, Tyrion continued to think.
Even getting senselessly drunk was usually improved by the right setting and comfortable seating.
He looked around. Like the other rooms, the sunroom had a good view. There was the sideboard, a bench, the farmhouse style table with its four wooden chairs…
Not quite ideal for hours of nothing but getting shitfaced. If he wanted to be honest with himself, he was feeling self-aware and sarcastic about his plans.
However, he had committed when he asked for the wine. Speaking of which…
The staff were fine, but he would hesitate to say any of them were unusually fast.
Leaning around impatiently in his chair, he noticed the door the maid had used. He could tell it led to an exterior path that ran along the oceanfront side of the house.
He got up and cracked open the door.
What was the harm if he decided to take a walk in that direction too? There was more to the property than he had realized. If he did not run back into the maid on his way, she would probably leave the wine in the sun room or his chambers, he reasoned.
The exterior of the house was impressive, constructed all of grey stone and mortar. Here, the flagstone path overlooked the ocean and descended the hill into which the house was built.
He had started to walk, but instantly Tyrion felt himself drawn to the sight of a lower courtyard. There below, surrounded with lounge furniture, was a gorgeous pool.
Swimming pools were not common, but Tyrion had seen one or two before. The blue water sparkled as a breeze picked up. He hardly noticed that a stretch of grey clouds had rolled up from the east.
Rather he was caught by a thought he could not help: there had been a time in his life where his first prerogative would have been to bring a woman to swim in that pool.
If only things had been different, how nice Shae or even Sansa would have looked swimming there, he mused.
And then sudden queasiness followed by guilt caused him to cancel the thought immediately.
Careful you, you'll spoil your drinking plans, he warned himself quickly just as the first raindrops splashed across his face.
Tyrion turned to look for cover.
There was a spot ahead. The roof was lower there, and the exterior wall dropped back to reveal an open area - likely a covered garden or reception area, he guessed.
Scoffing loudly, his vest had gotten soaked so quickly, he turned the corner rapidly - the sight of someone facing away from him, seated at an enormous dining table, almost did not register.
At first, it simply stunned Tyrion that anyone other than the staff was there.
Then, he wondered how he knew the thick fall of this stranger's auburn hair.
When she turned Tyrion was caught –
And two incredibly deep, ice-blue eyes, just like pools, instantly grew round at the sight of him.
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Note 2: ANDDDD queue the corny mini-cliff hanger, ha! Sorry, couldn't help myself ~~
