'Where are you going?' a guard asked as sandor and Marnie approached kings landing, approached the capital.
'I am Marnie Cromwell and I am going to kill queen cersei.' the guard looked between them confused.
'Think about it, if she kills the queen this war is over won't be a siege might not even die tomorrow' Sandor told him
'I need to go talk to my captain'
'Go ahead and talk to him' Sandor said as they rode past.
'I want to be alone with the prisoner' tyrion told jaimes guard.
'We were ordered to stay with the prisoner' he informed tyrion.
'By the queen?'
'No'
'Then whoever it is I'm sure I out rank them by a lot.' He entered the tent where Jaime was being held. 'how did they find you?' tyrion asked and Jaime raised a golden hand. 'Did you consider taking it off?'
'Cersei once called me the stupidest Lannister...' jaime told him
'you're going back there to die with her?' Tyrion questioned.
'Marnie doesn't love me. I have to protect Cersei. I love her.'
'You really are an idiot. You know that.' Tyrion told him.
'Cersei-'
'Cersei is a vindictive bitch.' Tyrion told him. 'Marnie, your daughter is going to kill her and if she sees you with her, she will kill you to. she doesn't need much of an excuse either with how you've treated her, her whole life!' Tyrion declared.
'You were always better to her, more of a father to her than I was.' Jaime admitted.
'No, I was and always will be Uncle Tyrion. It is Sandor Clegane who marnie calls father now.' Tyrion told him.
'The hound?' Jaime questioned
'He has been there for her, since she first came to the capital, since you first abandoned her. he has been looking out for her, protecting her... she loves him. Don't go to cersei. Don't do it. Marnie will kill you too.' Tyrion begged.
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Witch // Bran Stark
Fanfiction'Close your eyes' she instructed and Bran closed his eyes 'Now what?' he questioned She pressed a quick kissed his lips and turned and ran away. When he opened his eyes he had a big smile on his face . He chased after Marnie Lannister. And that was...
