Tainted // Tyrion Lannister

36. One last time

Tyrion didn't want this moment to end, he stared down at Mabel sleeping contently in his arms. He tried to memorize her. he didn't want last night to end, for he knew that it would be the last time for them. He kissed her head over and over again. Tilly stood up in her crib smiling over at him.

'Good morning Tilly.' Tyrion coed she raised her hands wanting out of the crib. Begrudgingly he pulled away from Mabel getting Tilly, tilly ran to the bed trying to pull herself up. Tyrion gave her a boost and she jumped on Mabel.

'MAMA!" Tilly declared.

'Hello,' mabel said rolling over, tilly sat on her stomach smiling down at her. 'you have a lot of energy this morning little miss.' Mabel remarked.

'arty?' she questioned pointing to the dress Tyrion had got Tilly for today.

'You want to put on your party dress already?' Mabel questioned and she looked over at Tyrion a sad smile on his lips.

'Yes, yes, yes!" Tilly declared clapping her hands.

'Lets eat first then party dress.' Mabel suggested. She helped tilly down and she picked up her dolly humming happily as mabel wrapped the sheets around her. 'Today is the day.' She said sadly.

'Yes.' Tyrion agreed.

'She is going to love you Tyrion, maybe not right away but eventually.' Mabel told him and he locked eyes with her. 'and when you have children of your own, they are going to spoiled beyond belief.' She remarked.

'I wish today was our wedding,' he admitted.

'it's a nice thought.' She said softly, she let the sheet fall as she slipped on a dress.

'Let me help you,' Tyrion offered he ran his hands along her back tying up her dress. 'I love you.' He whispered, resting his chin on her shoulder as she knelt in front of him. She turned her head to look at him, her lips meeting his one last time.

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'What are you doing?' Sansa questioned as Joffrey came up offering his arm.

'Your father is dead and I am the king so I'm everyone's father.' Joffrey said smugly.

As they walked down the aisle Joffrey marched up the steps taking the stool from the stage for Tyrion to stand on. As the ceremony went on Mabel held Tilly in her arms and Tilly pointed up at Tyrion with a smile, waving. Tyrion offered her a small smile before looking back to his feet.

Mabel couldn't hear the words she couldn't even watch she focused on Tilly trying to keep her quiet. Garlan pressed a kiss to her head as Margaery and Loras stood behind the rest of the royal family, Mabel and Garlan behind them.

'You found one good man in the capitol, I'm sure there are more.' Garlan whispered. 'I know it, you will find love many times, so many times,' Garlan told her rubbing a hand along her back.

'He was the first.' Mabel whimpered.

'But he wont be the last.' Garlan assured.

When it was time to cloak Sansa with Tyrion's protection he looked awkwardly up at her not able to reach her shoulders everyone laughed but the snigger died quickly as Tywin shot them a glare and they silenced.

'If you could,' Tyrion said and sansa knelt down before him. He cloaked her she rose and he pressed a quick kiss to her lips very awkwardly Sansa looked like she was going to barf, pale and in pain she stared down at Margaery before making a quick exit out of the sept. Mabel locked eyes as he walked down and she offered him the smallest of smiles.

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'So their son will be your nephew after you are wed to Joffrey of course,' Olena said 'and you'll be the king stepfather and brother-in-law when you marry the King's mother. Joffrey will become his sister-in-law and your son will be Loras nephew? grandson... I'm not sure but your brother will become your father-in-law that much is beyond dispute.' Olenna said and Loras stood up a knot in his stomach.

Garlan had gotten mabel drunk quickly. Dancing around with Tilly in between them it was all Tyrion could focus on and not run out of his own reception. Tilly spun in her new dress, Tyrion admired the way the high garden dress clung to Mabel as she moved. He caught her smiling at him and he put his glass down for just a second before remembering that it was not Mabel that he married. He tipped back his glass finishing another one.

'You seem rather drunk.' Tywin said as he approached Tyrion, the feast was in full swing Sansa looked miserable.

'Isn't it a grooms duty, a man's duty to be drunk at his own wedding?' Tyrion questioned over his glass.

'This isn't about your wedding. Renly Baratheon had a wedding, your wife needs a child, a Lannister child.' Tywin told him. Tyrion sat slumped in his chair bored and not nearly drunk enough to have this conversation. 'As soon as possible.' Tywin added.

'And?'

'If you're going to give her one you need to perform.' Tywin reminded him.

'What did you once call me? A drunken little lust filled beast?' Tyrion reminded him

'More than once.' Tywin agreed.

'There you have it I am the god of tits and wine I shall build a shrine to myself.'

'You can joke,' Tywin said pulling the glass from his lips 'you can engage in juvenile attempts to make your father uncomfortable but you will do your duty.' Tywin said walking away.

'Time for the bedding ceremony!' Joffrey declared and Mabel glanced over at a very nervous Sansa, she took a sip of wine, sansa hadn't had enough to drink to get through this night. Luckily for Mabel she had a good brother and she was in a blissful state until Joffrey started cackling and it was like her sobriety hit her.

'No,' Tyrion told him anger fueling him.

'There is if I say so, so Bedding ceremony!' Joffrey said happily. Tyrion stabbed his knife down into the table.

'then you'll be fucking your own bride with a wooden cock.' Tyrion threatened. Tywin stood up, clearing his throat, the room went silent. Tilly stopped spinning in circles and ran into Mabel's legs dizzy.

'What did you say to me?' Joffrey questioned '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.' Tywin suggested calmly glancing over at Tyrion and Tyrion started to laugh.

'A bad joke your grace.' Tyrion said laughing releasing his hand that was clutched very tightly to his knife 'a small man's envy of your own royal manhood... mine is so small my poor wife won't even know I'm there.' Tyrion added, the tension slowly faded from the room. Mabel knew that was a lie, she leaned on Garlan as a hiccup escaped her lips as the king stared down Tyrion.

'Your uncle is clearly quite drunk your grace.' Tywin told him.

'I am.' Tyrion agreed. 'guilty.' He looked to sansa. 'come wife. I will tell you about the time I threw up on someone while fucking. It's a great story actually.' Sansa begrudgingly left.