Tyrion had pulled a chair up to the open window which overlooked Kingslanding. The Queen's chambers had been formerly the chambers of the crown princes of the Targaryen dynasty and from it one could see most of the city. Cersei however had claimed it for herself to avoid Roberts drunken advances during their marriage. Tyrion fidgeting with his fingers still looking in disbelief at them. Long slender fingers, clean manicured nails, no deformaties nor dirt to be seen. He took his eyes up towards the city again.
'So this was fathers bright idea to get me to Kingslanding' Tyrion muttered to himself.
Tywin had been so desperate to make sure his daughter could not make things any worse that he replaced her at a whim. Tyrion had not even taught his father so cruel to play such games with the bodies and lives of his children, then again it was war and this war would define the legacy of his house, for Tywin there was nothing more important than that.
King Joffrey would see him as his mother now, and the world would see him as the Queen-Mother. It was a clever trick of his father he thought, and at least for the time being more comfortable for himself to spend time at the royal palace instead of an army tent with hill tribes.
'But what about Cersei?' Tyrion questioned himself 'Might she be stuck as me? The one she despises most... my sister is a dwarf now?' the answer he presumed gave him another sense of delight. His sisters lips almost shaped into a smile.
'Right... what a mess.' he said to himself.
As he stood he looked down at his larger self noticing the thin gown he had been wearing. 'Might have to change into something more fitting if I want to look the part.' he realized. Tyrion approached the doors and peaked outside. Two guards who had been slightly slouched jumped to attention at the sight of him.
'My Queen!' one of the guards called out.
'Good morning, your grace' the other guard uttered remembering his courtesies.
Tyrion didn't give it any thought, not like he had been called either of those things prior to this morning.
'Get me my chambermaids and alert the small council, I will see them as soon as possible in the tower of the hand.' Tyrion commanded.
'Your grace' One of the guard nodded affirmatively and left in a hurry.
Not much later chambermaids filled the Queen's chambers. Brushing Tyrion's now golden hair, refreshing the sheets and clothing him in a richly embroided red Lannister gown. A neckless befitting of a Lannister was now resting around Tyrions neck and golden rings surrounded his sisters fingers.
'Are we done yet? I want to get to work.' he asked impatiently to one of his chambermaids
The young girl, noticeably nervous, nodded 'Yes, your grace'
'Good, now fetch me some wine'.
'Wine, your grace?' The girl responded not being used to this kind of request of the Queen so early in the morning.
'Yes wine, you know the liquid the seven have granted us mortals to make this place bearable' Tyrion answered with his usual sarcasm. The young girl was freightened, more so than Tyrion had expected not being all that used to the sensitivity of the capital gentry.
'You will be pleased to know there is wine in the tower of the hand' a male voice sounded relieving the young girl from answering.
Tyrion took a second to try to place the somewhat familiar voice.
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