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"I don't blame you."
Jaime looked at Tyrion in surprise.
The former Imp was still not looking at him, yet Jaime still saw the man's eyes. They were focused, furious and haunted.
"You did as Father wanted you to do, and I don't blame you for it" Tyrion elaborated. "But I am blaming you for waiting this long, for waiting until there was a chance where I would learn from this, from watching the future. I blame you for not telling me soon enough so I could have saved my wife. It will take me time to... forgive that. Do not force forgiveness from me, Jaime"
Jaime nods.
[DRAGONSTONE, GENDRY'S CHAMBERS]
[MELISANDRE leads GENDRY to the side of the bed. She kisses him, and gently pushes him back onto the bed. She undoes his pants and straddles him.]
"Wha- is this her example of fattening the pig before slaughter?" Gendry asked incredulously.
"You seem to be enjoying it" Renly countered with an amused smirk.
"Yeah well... I'm a boy who likes women so-"
Renly snorted and a few chuckled at the response, the mood becoming lighter because of it. The boy was Robert's through and through.
[She helps him inside of her, and they both undulate and moan with pleasure. GENDRY fondles her breasts, and MELISANDRE gently leads his hands to the headboard of the grand bed. She quickly binds them with a single pull on a leather strap.]
"This is getting a little too graphic. Someone cover the children's eyes" joked Tyrion.
A joke it was, but mothers and aunt did just that. The mothers also pulled their eyes away. The aunt did not. She was rather interested in the whole act.
"What are you doing?"
[MELISANDRE gives him a peck.]
"You have to trust me."
[She searches down GENDRY's body and he gives himself over to her, eyes closed. She binds GENDRY's booted feet to the other end of the bed. He opens his eyes, watching and panting. MELISANDRE opens the ornate box at the side of the bed, pulls out a leech, and places it on GENDRY's chest.]
"And there's her true angle there" Varys sighs. He knew there was some other reason behind the witch being this... affectionate.
Gendry's face fell. If this was some sexual plaything, he did not like it.
"Don't fight, don't fight. They won't take much."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I told you there's power in the blood of kings. And you have so much blood."
[MELISANDRE places a leech on GENDRY's groin.]
Gendry closes his legs in alarm, while the other men hiss sharply. Yep, he definitely disapproved of this play.
[The chamber door opens. STANNIS and DAVOS enter.]
"You can blame Ser Davos. He didn't believe in the power of king's blood. He wanted a demonstration."
[MELISANDRE walks to her dress and slips it back on. STANNIS approaches them. MELISANDRE returns to GENDRY and removes the leeches with her forceps. MELISANDRE hands leeches to STANNIS, next to the brazier that she lit earlier. STANNIS takes out the leeches one by one, tossing them into the flames, which spark with each one.]
"The usurper Robb Stark. The usurper Balon Greyjoy. The usurper Joffrey Baratheon."
"I am no usurper!" Robb said in outrage.
"You sit on the throne of the North" Stannis pointed out.
"Because your Southern King killed my Father and has my sister prisoner" Robb countered. "What man wouldn't be outraged by their actions!"
"I am not saying it's not deserved" Stannis explained. "I am saying, it's what that makes you. Robert here was also called a Usurper."
Robb still looked unhappy. All of the Stark Family members looked it. But them, for other reasons, at least the adult ones.
Stannis had used black magic once to kill a King. And now he's done it again.
The mother clutched her chest in worry, while the father's face darkened like the sky before a storm.
The North Remembers and Ned Stark will not soon forget this.
[KING'S LANDING, THE WEDDING RECEPTION]
[SANSA walks through the revelry with SHAE. After opening a curtain for SANSA, SHAE quickly departs as JOFFREY intercepts SANSA.]
"Congratulations, my lady."
Sansa looked disgusted at the blatant fakness of Joffrey's congratulatory words.
"Thank you, Your Grace."
"Well, you've done it. You've married a Lannister."
"Oh joy" Sansa said dryly.
"Soon you'll have a Lannister baby. It's a dream come true for you, isn't it? What a glorious day."
"Yes, Your Grace."
"I suppose it doesn't really matter which Lannister puts the baby into you. Maybe I'll pay you a visit tonight after my uncle passes out. How'd you like that?"
The girl looked stricken. No, she wouldn't have that bastard anywhere near her, let alone her bed!
She blinked when someone touched her hand.
It was Arya.
The girl said nothing, only holding her sister's hand.
Sansa was glad for it, squeezing her hand for comfort.
"You wouldn't? That's all right. Ser Meryn and Ser Boros will hold you down."
Sansa's grip tightened but Arya did not complain.
"He'll die painfully" Bran muttered from Sansa's other side, sitting between his elder sister and mother.
Sansa looked at Bran and saw the anger and disgust in his eyes. She'd never seen that look in Bran before... and it was for her.
She gently ruffled the boy's hair.
Bran smiled at her, the look now gone.
Sansa smiled back.
[JOFFREY smirks cruelly as he turns back to the main hall and claps his hands for attention.]
"Time for the bedding ceremony."
"There will be no bedding ceremony."
The elder Stark sister visibly relaxed. If Tyrion Lannister denies it, then she would be safe.
[JOFFREY takes SANSA's hand and leads her to the central banquet floor.]
"Where's your respect for tradition, Uncle? Come, everyone. Pick her up and carry her to her wedding bed. Get rid of her gown. She won't be needing it any longer. Ladies, attend to my uncle. He's not heavy.
"There will be no bedding ceremony."
"There will be if I command it."
[TYRION stabs his knife resoundingly into the table in front of him. JOFFREY is shocked.]
"Then you'll be fucking your own bride with a wooden cock."
Tyrion whistled. Drunk and disgusted Tyrion was not one to mince his words. He respected it but to the King... Deserved or otherwise... oh he was definitely his own enemy sometimes.
[TYWIN rises from his seat.]
"What did you say? What did you say?"
"I believe we can dispense with the bedding, Your Grace. I'm sure Tyrion did not mean to threaten the king."
[TYRION's hand shakes with rage as he grips the knife with all his strength. Suddenly, he regains his drunken composure. He releases the knife and laughs obsequiously.]
"A bad joke, Your Grace. Made out of envy of your own royal manhood. Mine is so small. My poor wife won't even know I'm there."
Tyrion snorted. There it was, his quick recovery.
"Your uncle is clearly quite drunk, Your Grace."
"I am. Guilty. But- but it is my wedding night."
[TYRION staggers from the head table, and tumbles into another as he walks.]
Tyrion winced. Gods he was making a fool of himself here.
"My tiny drunk cock and I have a job to do. Come, wife."
[TYRION entreats SANSA to come with him. She follows, embarrassed and small.]
Sansa stiffened again. No... please someone had to stop this.
[TYRION'S CHAMBERS]
[TYRION opens the door for SANSA. She enters nervously. TYRION closes the door and staggers directly to the wine and pours himself a glass. TYRION sits on the side of the bed. SANSA takes a breath. She pours herself some wine and drinks it. TYRION offers a drunken toast of solidarity. SANSA moves quietly and obediently to the bed and begins undressing her many layers while TYRION watches.]
Sansa watched it all with wobbling lips and a hand that gripped Arya's as if her life depended on it. She felt her heart race and tears prickle in the corner of her eyes.
"Stop. I can't. I could, I won't."
"But your father-"
"If my father wants someone to get fucked, I know where he can start. I won't share your bed. Not until you want me to."
Sansa let out a shaky breath of relief. She wouldn't have to do it. She wouldn't have to watch herself be forced into anything.
She quickly let go of Arya's hand when she noticed just how tightly she'd been holding it.
"I'm sorry," she said immediately.
"Hush" Arya rolled her eyes, discretely rubbing the hand.
Sansa snorted, taking her hand again and rubbing it for comfort.
"The room will heal me" Arya pointed out.
"I know" replied Sansa, but still rubbed her sister's hand.
Arya did not mind that.