Clandestine. 》 Tyrion Lannister 《

Hope

“Ah,” he nodded. He took a sip of his wine. “Plenty more for later, I suppose.”

Galena blushed, and he smiled. “You're enjoying this too much,” she declared.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I'm sorry. If you're going to sleep with me, you'll have to deal with the jokes as well. This is one reason I miss Bronn. Varys can be quite the bore."

She opened her mouth to protest, but instead said nothing. She knew what it was like to lose friends, to lose one of the people you were closest to. She would give anything to hear one of Robb’s wisecracks again. She hoped Tyrion could be reunited with Bronn one day, but she wasn't entirely sure it was possible.

“Okay,” she agreed, “but maybe you could tone it down in front of the other ladies?”

He glanced at the queen and nodded. “Fine." He sighed with a hint of disappointment, but he quickly bounced back. “Say, Daenerys,” he began as he crooked his head and squinted an eye at her, “do you mind sharing with us why you barged into my chambers this morning?”

It was Daenerys’ turn to blush now. She placed her elbows on the table and gesticulated while she talked. “I was unable to sleep, so I took a walk. I usually just sit on my balcony when I'm restless, but as you know, that wasn't the case this morning. I thought I would roam the halls instead. When I went by your room I heard--I heard you yelling,” she stammered. “Or at least what I thought was yelling. I didn't hear her!" Daenerys  exclaimed as she pointed at Galena. "If I had I--I wouldn't have--I thought,” she shook her head, trying to regain her composure. She took a deep breath before she continued. “I thought someone was hurting you.”

Tyrion smirked and slowly nodded his head. “While I appreciate the concern, it was quite the opposite. I was enjoying myself very much actually.”

Galena shook her head at him and smiled. He couldn't stop. It was who he was, and she loved him for it. “I told you to stop being so loud!” she mumbled to him under her breath. 

“And how did you expect me to do that when you were doing that...” He pointed at her and twirled his finger in the air. “Thing.”

Galena laughed at his enthusiasm, and then turned her attention back to the queen, deciding that he had already shared enough witty remarks about their night together. “Who did you think was hurting him?”

“Your cousin,” Daenerys answered plainly.

She inhaled deeply as she tried to compose herself. Daenerys' words agitated her more than she liked to admit. With everything that happened with Tyrion in the past twelve hours, she had almost forgotten about Jon and the ridiculous hostilities he held against him. After she accosted Theon, as amazing as it felt at the time, the only person who came to check on her afterwards, when it felt like every part of her was dying, was Tyrion. The only person that knocked on her door, was Tyrion. The only person who cared, was Tyrion. She didn't realize it at the time, but now that she thought about it, the only person she really wanted to see that night, was Jon. She wasn't upset with her cousin, but she was disappointed, and she was sad.

“Galena,” Tyrion said softly, reading her mind, “he didn’t come for me.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe he’s coming around.”

She kissed his cheek. He was full of hot air, but she adored him for it.

“Hello? I hope I'm not intruding.” Galena looked at the entryway to see Yara coming into the room.

Jon followed closely behind her with his arms behind his back, looking slightly distraught.

“Your cousin asked me to join you all for breakfast before we go,” she said directly to Galena.

“We?” Galena glowered. “You expect me to eat with him?” She now understood why Jon looked the way he did. He invited them to share a meal with her!

“No,” Yara said assertively. “He’s too ashamed to be seen.”

“He’s just now feeling ashamed of himself? Has he suddenly had a change of heart? Has he realized what a vile piece of garbage he really is?”

Yara bowed her head and avoided eye contact. “I'm afraid not. He's ashamed by the way he looks.”

Galena looked at Yara. “What happened to him?”

“Jon hit him,” Tyrion piped in. He seemed proud. “Bloodied him up real good.”

Without a second thought, Galena stood up and walked over to Jon, who had been quietly observing everything. “You hit him? For me?”

He lifted his head and stared at her. “Of course I did, Lena. I wanted to kill him.” He took her hands in his. “Why didn't you tell me? He never would have made it out of that row boat alive had I known.”

Her heart fluttered. Maybe he wasn't as disgusted with her as she thought. “I didn't want to upset you.”

He sighed, and left it at that. He knew there was no sense in arguing with her. She always put others first. It was a fault sometimes, she realized, but it paid off. Even if she wasn't happy, her loved ones usually were.