"𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓'𝑠 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑," their father always called it. Could make a man or woman wild in a sense, unpredictable, and powerful. And when a violet-eyed twin born to the Lord Eddard Stark, all knew that the boy would have it. And he did.
Beside his...
He wasn't exactly sure how long he had been on that blasted ship, but when he heard the crew of silent speaking men shout for land, Tyrion couldn't help but grin. Well, for one, he couldn't really stop smiling anyways after what had happened. Every night he closes his eyes to sleep, he smiles warmly knowing he sent his father straight to hell. Hopefully soon the others shall follow, Tyrion thought bitterly as he watched as they made approach to the port up ahead.
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"Pentos."
Tyrion said, and the Spider who accompanied him all this way nodded.
"Where else could this be?"
"I didn't see the Titan, so it isn't Braavos."
"Acutely aware, that's good. I figured you had lost your mind somewhere in the Narrow Sea."
"Who said I didn't?"
The Lannister just scoffed, shaking his head as he stretched his arms high above his head.
"I need to get off this fucking ship."
"Patients, my friend. You needn't rush. We'll be meeting with one of my good friends at the port. From there, he will take us to his estate."
"And from there?"
"Oh, the future only awaits from there, my friend."
It wasn't long before the ship had docked in port, and the plank was placed so that they may exit. Tyrion noted how Varys did smile at the crew, almost seemingly friendly with them, but he had learned that was for a reason. It was a threat to keep silent. The Spider hadn't needed to have tongues removed, which was good. He had heard of a pirate who removed the tongues of his entire crew, but Varys wasn't that kind, luckily, though Tyrion could've done with a little bit more silence on the trip.
Walking quickly, Tyrion finally touched soild ground for the first time in what felt like weeks, though he knew it must've been a week, maybe a little bit more at tops. He walked a quick pace, noticing merchants carrying crates of wine from other ships. He needed something. But he felt a hand hold him back by the shoulder, and Tyrion just groaned with annoyance.
