You were at the court, on Tyrion's trial. You had watched, in agony, as witness after witness bore endlessly against him- even his own sister.
Though, you weren't surprised about that last part- she was horrid and you'd seen it.
You watched now and, no matter how much those around you laughed, all you could do was stare at the little man and frown- in pity. You knew what it was like for people like him- your sister had been mentally challenged. Your dad was a cripple for defending her against a jeering public.
You curled your lip as you watched people mock him, and as soon as they called for the end you stormed out, leaning against the walls of this large building and staring off into the distance-
Being the daughter of a rich-ish merchant isn't any consolation when you're family's reputation was dampened by the...flaws, as many had referred to them-
It made you slightly jealous of the Lannisters but you would scold yourself and remember what state the little man- Tyrion- was in right now.
That was the reason that night you found yourself taking step after step awkwardly through the dungeons, until you found yourself at his cell, and being let in, the door locked behind you.
Nobody bothered to visit or ask to visit him, which was probably why you, a girl that he didn't even know, had been allowed in to see him.
You jumped a little as the door behind you slammed violently shut, but none the less you looked forward.
Tyrion turned his head, seeing you but seeming to just look straight through you, "To think, most the jesters in court might leave it in court. I never thought you'd bother to come torture me yourself." He darkly mumbled, and you clasped your hands together, fidgeting with them awkwardly,
"I'm not here to jeer at you, my Lord-"
"My lord? I'm No Lord now."
"You are, your just a Lord that was told he had to sit about in a dark room for a long time because of a crime he didn't commit, a crime that he did commit which really isn't a crime at all and a crime he did commit." You defended, your face now firm.
Now he was looking at you, straight in the eye, just a little interested in what you were saying, "Oh? Really? Enlighten me on my charges, I'd be interested to hear them." He seemed a little sour at these words, but you weren't too surprised-
He didn't know you, not yet.
"Joffrey." You began softly, taking a single shuffle forward.
"Oh, of course, the crime I committed-"
"No. Yes, and No. The crime you didn't commit was killing Joffrey. The crime you did commit was not being the one to kill him." You darkly declared, seeing a sprouting of shock on the little lord's face, "And... This other, 'undeserved' charge?"
"Being born."
There was silence for several moments after that, and you stared at the floor, wishing you could continue on your point, but just managing to blurt out, "I... I was one of the ones that didn't laugh. Maybe the only one. But I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
You saw a flicker of movement and noticed he had held up his hand, so you stopped in your sentence and looked at him pitifully, "No. I'm... Glad you did. Thankyou. At least one person might care- what is your name, my lady?"
"I am no Lady, but my name is Y/N, my Lord-"
He chuckled and replied back, "I am no Lord and as you have pointed out so gently I never have been, yet you call me Lord anyway- if that is not excuse enough, then you are my- friend now. So to you my name is Tyrion."
You hesitantly took a step forward and less hesitantly a few more, until you sat yourself next to him on his prison bench, staring off, "Very Well then- Tyrion."
You spoke then of many things that troubled you, and then similarities in you that you kept within your heart.
You didn't realise how smart he was, until you began playing games with words, "okay, okay- here's a riddle for you-
What has eyes that no-one sees, is taller than the trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows?" You asked, carefully staring at his face as he thoughtfully stared off, lost in his mind-
It was quite an adorable look.
You nearly slapped yourself for that- but it was true. He himself seemed quite adorable, especially now you had talked to him and been face to face with him- but so much more, too.
He was handsome, in a way. His face was so mature and sculpted, with so much detail from all his strifes- and the scar, the scar was amazing, in its own way- but his face had so much life to it!
Then his voice, which was smoothly silk and deep, and the words that came out of it majestical and thought provoking even at their dumbest-
He was witty, too. You quite fancied him for it-
You blushed at the thought and he turned to you as your train of thought ended, "A moun...tain. Correct?"
You nodded, smiling, but still blushing wildly, and he raised an eyebrow, "I never knew The Mountain would ever grow to make people swoon- though I suppose I'll be swooning when he..." He seemed to falter at this and he stared hard at the ground, afraid suddenly.
You weren't sure if it was the right thing to do, but you shakily leant to the side and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him with comfort, hoping it could console him a tiny bit. You felt his arms return the hug, his little hands on your back as he tightly squeezed you-
He was a brave man, but even he feared death, and fearing his death, you decided that you had to do something about it.
You looked about the room desperately, then walked over to a dark corner and fumbled about until you held a jagged, broken brick in your hand. You braced yourself for a few seconds, before cracking it in a hard but gentle way against your head-
In other words, gentle enough not to kill you or knock you out, but hard enough for you to draw some blood and cause a nasty injury. You winced from the pain, but turned back to the dwarf, who was eyeing you with confusion.
You knelt once more so you were face to face, "Tyrion, I know we've only just met several minutes ago, but- do you trust me?" You asked quickly, and he gave you a dire look, before slowly nodding,
"Then, well- I'm sorry for two things." You murmured, before your cheeks flushed a little pink and you pressed your lips to his, half-relieved to feel him return the kiss- his lips were dried and cracked from being stuck down here, but were still sweet to the touch for you.
You pulled back and smiled sadly, "What was the other thing?" He questioned after a moment, and you stared at the ground, ashamed by your next move, before looking back into his eyes, "This." You smacked the brick against a tough part of his head, and he was knocked out immediately, you turning away as he fell, before gently lifting him and putting him in the darkest corner of the cell, away from the wall where you had piled up and scrabbled rubble and bricks.
You lay on the floor, then screamed.
The guards rushed in and helped you to your feet, where you quickly spoke, "H-He HIT me with this brick a-and then, then-" you thrust your finger for the pile of bricks-
The fake escape route. The guards positioned you against a post in the room and slowly began walking over, both of the two of them leaning over, examining the pile-
Your face fell back to neutral and, sighing, you said, "Sorry boys." Before you smacked their heads together and hit the brick against the back of their skulls, so they fell to the ground.
Lifting the dwarf in your arms, you rushed out of the room, closing the door and locking it, then pausing, looking down at his peaceful face-
You pecked his cheek, and gently lay him into a cloth bag that once held turnips and wheat, poking a few holes in the material and lifting it once again-
This was one hell of an escape plan.
A/N: So I'm back 2 years later and I literally tweaked one line because it was making me irked. And also since I'm producing a part 2, it makes sense to slowww things down a plenty.