'We called your brother king. And then he rode south and lost his kingdom. Winter is here, Your Grace. We need the King in the North in the North.'
'Aye!' they agreed and started pounding their fists on the table
"Shut up." Jill demanded. "Just hear us out, alright?" Jon nodded to Jill.
'You all crowned me your king. I never wanted it. I never asked for it."
+
Thanking God for every minute that they got to be vulnerable. Because now Jill would never be his. Tyrion stared back at Jill as Sansa clung to her arm like a lifeline.
'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. "Fuck off Snow." He seethed.
"I think-" jill began.
"Fuck. Off. Snow." Joffrey repeated glaring at her.
"It's... alright." Sansa agreed. Jill hesitantly stepped away moving to the pews.
As they walked down the aisle Joffrey marched up the steps taking the stool from the stage for Tyrion to stand on. Jill looked to Tyrion. Tyrion offered her a small smile before looking back to his feet.
Jill couldn't hear the words she couldn't even watch she focused on her feet, twisting her heels on the ground. She couldn't stop this, couldn't save Sansa. Jill knew that Tyrion wouldnt hurt her, that he would be kind, because she knew Tyrion. But still it hurt because she liked him.
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 the corner lips very awkwardly Sansa looked like she was going to barf, pale and in pain she stared down at Jill before making a quick exit out of the sept. Jill locked eyes with Tyrion as they 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.
"Jill..." Loras offered and she turned around. "Would you care to dance?" Jill chuckled but nodded.
"Not excited for your own impending doom to Cersei?" Jill remarked downing her drink before taking his hand.
"Be glad you are a Snow, no one will force you into marriage." Loras remarked.
"I also won't be able to marry anyone I end up falling in love with." Jill countered. "Much like you I suppose." Loras locked eyes with her. "You are forced to marry someone you loathe. I am forced to watch the man I lo- might lo- like a lot." Jill decided. "marry someone else."
"Then lets drink and dance tonight away." Loras declared.
"Hell yes." Jill agreed. Jill and Loras spinning around, buzzed smiles on their faces and not proper dancing at all was the only thing Tyrion could focus on and not run out of his own reception. Tyrion admired the way the dress clung to Jill 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 Jill that he married. He tipped back his glass finishing another one.
"Sansa!" Jill declared reaching out a hand for her but Sansa was too much a mess to even move.
'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 Jill 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. Jill was in a blissful state until Joffrey started cackling and it was like her sobriety hit her. Jill moved to Sansa as Joffrey continued. "Remove her clothing she won't be needing those anymore!" he declared.
"Jilly." Sansa whimpered.
'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.
'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. Tyrion looked to Jill as Sansa clung to her, a horrified look on Sansa's face.
'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 still reaching out for Jill.
+
When Shae came in the next morning Tyrion was nowhere is sight, she checked the bed to see no blood and Sansa although disgusted seemed fine. But where was Tyrion?
Jill woke with an arm around her waist a moment of confusion passed through her before she grabbed the arm snapping it back as she straddled her intruder pinning him to the bed.
''Ow!'' Tyrion declared
''What the fuck! I could have killed you!'' Jill declared letting him go. ''What are you doing?''
''You know i would really enjoy this position if i didnt think you dislocated my arm.'' Tyrion remarked and Jill realized she was still on top of him.
''Sorry.'' she murmured moving off of him
''Oh no i enjoyed that.'' Tyrion assured.
''What are you doing here Tyrion?'' Jill asked softly
''Gods Snow you are strong.'' Tyrion remarked rolling his shoulder back.
''I didnt dislocate it.'' Jill said confidently.
''No? Humor me and check.'' Tyrion requested and Jill moved her hands over his shoulder and collar bone he watched her wanting more. Needing more.
''Its fine.'' Jill informed him leaning back. ''You ever going to answer my question or are you going to keep staring at me?'' Jill mused.
''It was my wedding night.'' Tyrion reminded her
''I know. I was there.'' Jill agreed focusing on her hands in her lap.
''And I wanted to spend the night with a woman I adore.'' Tyrion told her and Jills eyes drifted up to him.