You continued to stab the needle through the material in your hands, watching as it bunched and pulled, and growing more and more frustrated by the minute. You cursed your parents for never having your Septa teach you to embroider when you were young, you cursed yourself for never being able to pick up the damned task as most other ladies did, you cursed your husband for allowing his sister to drag you along to the stupid sewing sessions the other ladies of the court went to. It was a tedious task, and one that never seemed to make sense to you, you could never work out how to make the lines straight and even, but here you were for the third time that week, sticking the needle through the damned circle of white linen and wishing the time was over.
"You're getting better, My Lady," one of the younger girls smiled at you as she spoke, gesturing at the mess of thread in front of you. You let out a snort of laughter as your eyes drifted to her immaculate piece, there was no mistaking the little rose that sat in the centre, nor the vines that ran around the edges.
"Thank you," you murmured, stabbing the needle through once more and feeling it prick your finger. "Damn it," you hissed under your breath, bringing the bloody digit to your lips and sucking away the blood.
"Are you alright, Y/N?" your sister-by-law asked, smiling down at you from her seat at the front of the room, one of her perfect eyebrows raised in question. Your decision to marry into the royal family had been somewhat overshadowed by your love for Tyrion, but you had quickly grown tired of how cruel the siblings could be to one another.
"I'm fine, Your Grace, the needle just got away from me," you told her, rubbing the last of the blood on the skirt of your dress and hoping that it wouldn't show. It was a pain to get a blood stain out of anything, especially something as heavy as the dress you were wearing. You had decided, upon moving to the capital, that you would attempt to become more Ladylike in your actions, hoping that you would be able to blend into the background and go unbothered through life. But nothing was ever as easy as you hoped and you had quickly been whisked into the drama of the other ladies around you.
Cersei nodded her head at your answer, going back to her work with a smirk on her lips. You wanted to strangle her. She had always been so cruel to Tyrion, making little comments to bring him as much harm as possible, and by association she had made it her duty to bring you misery in the capital. You sighed as you went back to your work, a frown on your lips as each line of thread became more and more crooked. "Here," the girl muttered, shuffling a little bit closer to you, "like this," she added, and you watched as her fingers worked.
"Thank you, but I believe this is a lost cause now," you told her, gesturing to your circle of maimed material.
"I don't think it's that bad," she told you softly, turning her head slightly as she looked at your work and causing you to laugh.
"You don't have to be so polite, not with me," you chuckled, going back to creating as straight a line as you could on you work. "I've never enjoyed working with a needle and thread," you added and she smiled at you softly.
"You're Lord Tyrion's wife aren't you?" she asked quietly and you nodded your head at her.
"I am, and you are Sansa Stark, nothing much goes amiss in this city," you answered, glancing at her out the side of your eye. "So," you started again, "you are the girl who is to marry my nephew, lucky girl," you continued and she nodded, her eyes landing on the floor between you.
"Yes, My Lady." You sighed as you placed your work down on the table in front of you, getting to your feet and giving the girl a small pat on the knee.
"Feel free to come to me if you ever need anything," you told the girl quietly, a genuine smile on your lips as you glanced down at her. "Your Grace, would it be alright if I retired to my chambers, I'm rather tired," your sister-by-law nodded her agreement and no sooner had she looked back to her work you were outside the door and on your way back to your chambers with a skip in your step.
*Time Skip*
"Good afternoon," you smiled, pressing a kiss to your husband's cheek and sitting yourself on the end of your bed.
"Aren't you supposed to be with my sister?" he asked you, turning to you with a smile.
"I got out early, I was injured," you told him softly, holing up your finger to him and wiggling it with a chuckle. "Plus," you added, shifting to sit more comfortably on the bed, "I'd much rather spend time with you,"
He chuckled at your words, it was not often that you got to spend time with your husband, not since you had moved to the capital from Casterly Rock, and you quiet missed listening to him tell you stories. He had so many little tales to tell that you would often spend whole days sitting beside him with your head on his shoulder and a smile on your lips. "I have quite missed you," he murmured, slipping from his seat and moving to stand between your knees.
"You're always so busy," you muttered, pouting until he pressed a kiss to your lips, his hand lingering on your cheek as he pulled away.
"Once my father joins us in King's Landing we will have all the time in the world," he told you softly and you nodded slightly.
"And how long will that take exactly?" you asked him, raising your eyebrows at him and chuckling when he sent you a small playful glare.
"It depends how long it takes him to defeat the Stark boy," he answered, patting your knee lightly before moving away, "It shouldn't be much longer."
You hummed for a moment, shifting yourself higher up the bed and laying back to rest your head on the pillow. "I met Lady Sansa today," you murmured, hearing Tyrion shuffle in his seat as he turned to look at you, though your eyes remained fixed on the ceiling. "Poor things been through so much already and she doesn't know what she's got coming for her, marrying him," you added and he let out a sigh.
"You must not say such things, he is the King, and she is the daughter of a traitor." You growled at Tyrion's words, sitting back up.
"She is an innocent child who knew nothing of her father's plotting," you hissed, your eyes narrowed, "I thought you would know better than to judge a child for the actions of their parents."
"Don't attempt to guilt me into helping the girl, Y/N, we both know it wont work," Tyrion told you, his eyes holding yours as you continued to frown at him.
You shrugged slightly, "She is just a child, Tyrion, and a child with one of the kindest hearts I have ever experienced. Joffrey will eat her alive."
"And you will let him," he told you, standing when you shook your head in disbelief. "You will not interfere, I forbid it." Your eyes landed on him as soon as the words were out of his mouth, your eyebrows raised at him.
"Since when did you start deciding to forbid me from doing anything?" you asked him, watching as he winced at his own words. "I am your wife, not your property, and I will do as I please," you added and he nodded.
"Y/N," he started, moving to stand in front of you, just far enough away that your angry glare didn't increase.
"No, seriously Tyrion, since when did you decide you could order me around as if I were one of your staff?" He was quiet as you watched him, his eyes fixed on the floor between you. "You should never have agreed to be his hand, I knew this would happen."
"Knew what would happen?" he asked, glancing up at you in surprise.
"I knew that you would change, it would happen to anyone in your position," you started, feeling his eyes settle on your face.
"I haven't changed," he told you, his brows furrowed. He didn't believe his own words, and you both knew it, but you could see how much it hurt him for you to think less of him.
"It doesn't matter," you muttered, shaking your head slightly, "Sansa deserves to have someone in her corner, she has lost so much, and I want to be there for her," he nodded slightly at you.
"Then be careful, Cersei will not take well to a new friendship for the girl, especially not where you are involved."
You smiled slightly, reaching forward and taking his hand in yours. "Thank you," you told him, pressing a light kiss to the skin of his palm, "this means the world to me," you added and he nodded his understanding.
"You are too good for this city," he responded quickly, his fingers lingering on your cheek for a moment before he let it drop, "and I will get you out of it as soon as I can."
You chuckled, "I can't wait," you told him, smiling widely as he glanced up into your eyes. He leant in, pressing a lingering kiss on your lips, before moving away from you and over to his desk.
"You ought to go and find your new friend, I need to get some work done," he murmured at you, and you nodded with a smile before sweeping out of the room in search of Sansa.
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