Tainted // Tyrion Lannister

35. She is a child

'She is a child.'

'She is a foot taller than you.'

'A tall child.' Tyrion said

'What's the youngest you've ever had?'

'Not that young.'

''how much older?'

'Older.' tyrion said simply

'You're a Lord she's a lady.' Bronn reminded him 'and a beauty at that.' bronn remarked and Tyrion sighed.

'Shae is a whore and Mabel Tyrell although better than Shae, marrying her gets you nothing of value.'

'Love is not nothing.' Tyrion countered.

'Are you going to marry her?' Bronn questioned 'How did marrying a whore turn out for the first time?'

'I never should have told you that.' Tyrion said slumping in his chair. 'I don't want Shae I want her to leave, I want to marry mabel but father wont allow that.' Tyrion told him.

'You want Mabel, keep her, wed one bed the other.' Bronn that 'all you have to do is get a son in the stark girl he will be Lord of Winterfell one day and you can rule the north in his name you will have two women and a whole kingdom of your own.' Bronn remarked.

'Two women who despise me and a whole kingdom to join them.' Tyrion corrected. 'mabel already made it clear that once I am married our relationship is over.'

'You can waste time trying to get people to love you, you will end up the most popular dead man in town.' Bronn said pouring them both another drink 'you wanna fuck that stark girl you just don't want to admit it.'

'I do not pay you to put evil notions in my head.' Tyrion said. 'The ones in my head don't need the company.'

'No you pay me to kill the people that bother you.' Bronn told him 'evil notions come free.'

'No, I want Mabel.' Tyrion said confidently.

'You could always arrange an accident for her eldest brothers making her the lady of High garden-'

'She adores her eldest brothers.' Tyrion informed Bronn.

"Just a thought.'

'Stop thinking.' Tyrion suggested.

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Shae's love of sansa was her one redeeming quality.

'I don't believe it.' shae said

'He just has an admiration for my mother that is all.' Sansa assured her.

'I do not believe it.' she repeated 'men only want one thing from a pretty girl' she helped sansa with her hair and her dress.

'Little finger is not in love with me' sansa told her.

'Love is not the thing he wants.' shae told her

'They never see it that way.' shae informed her, 'he didn't ask you to do something for him to spy on someone?'

'No.' sansa confirmed.

'If he does ask you for anything or try anything-' shae said while fastening her dress closed '-if he tries to touch you I want you to tell me.'

'Why what will you do?'

'I will make him stop.' shae assured her. There was a knock at the door ser Loras Tyrell was announced

'Send him in,' sansa said happily and shae went to get the door

'Lady Sansa.'

'Ser loras.' Sansa blushed

'My sister invited to take air with her and our granddaughter the lady Olenna in the gardens... may I escort you to them?' Sansa smiled happily following him out.

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'When I was at Winterfell all I ever wanted was to escape to come here to see the capital see the knights and kings landing after dark... All the candles burning and all those windows.' margaery sat along side sansa 'I am stupid.' sansa admitted 'stupid little girl with stupid dreams who never learns.' she said sadly tears in her eyes. maergery offered sansa her arm.

'Come walk with me.' Margaery told her 'I remember the first time I saw you in the throne room I had never seen anyone look so unhappy. I want you to be happy and so does my grandmother you would've been happy at high garden.' Margaery said taking a rose off the bush 'but women in our position must make the best of it our circumstances.'

'How do I make the best of my circumstances? I have to marry him.' Margaery held out the rose and sansa took it. Gently twirling the stem in between her fingers.

'Has lord Tyrion mistreated you? Has he been kind to you?' margaery questioned

'He has tried.' sansa admitted

'But you don't want him though...'

'He is a Lannister.' she reminded Margaery

'Far from the worst lannister though wouldn't you say?'

'I am sorry here I am complaining to you...'

'My son will be king, sons learn from their mothers and I plan to teach mine a great deal.' maergery told her 'and your son if I'm not mistaken, your son might be the Lord of Castlery rock and the north someday.... what?' maergery questioned seeing sansa disgusted face.

'My son....' sansa said 'with him... I'll have to... We will have to...' She felt sick to her stomach even thinking about it.

'If it is the pain you're worried about-'

'I'm not afraid of pain.' Sansa admitted 'not after what Joffrey has done to me.'

'Then what is it then? He was rather good looking even with the scar especially with the scar.' Margery told her.

'He is a dwarf and loras... Loras.' Sansa said dreamily.

'Some women like tall men some women like Short man some like hairy some like bald gentle, rough man ugly men, pretty girls. Most women do not get to know what they like until they tried it and sadly so many of us get to try so little before we are old and gray.' Maergery told her. 'Tyrion may surprise you from what I've heard he was quite experienced.'

'And that is a good thing?' Sansa asked incredulously

'It can be, you know we are very complicated beings pleasing us takes practice.' Margaery told her.

'How do you know this? Did your mother teach you?'

'Yes sweet girl my mother taught me.' she lied.