Where Do Whores Go?

TYRION I

Tyrion Lannister wanted to stab someone, that was the truth of it. It would be so sweet if he actually did have a dagger of valyrian steel with a dragonbone hilt, he would love nothing more than to sink it in to Lady Catelyn Stark's pale white throat so he could be rid of her. He may have forgotten his curtsies but he thought that was more than understandable at the moment considering he had been taken captive and was now being marched into the mountains to be presented to Lady Stark's mad sister.

It wouldn't be so bad if he was more certain that help was coming, his father would send men to rescue him he was sure enough of that. Oh, his father bore him no great love to be sure, in truth the old lion despised him but he would never let such an insult to House Lannister stand, he may be the most wretched Lannister but he was still a Lannister.

And if not his father than Jaime would come and save him, Jaime had always been his champion for as long as he could remember, protecting him from anyone any anything that would do him any harm.

No, the problem wasn't the fact that there wouldn't be anyone looking for him, the problem was that they would all be looking for him in the wrong place. He had been taken from an inn at the crossroads and Lady Stark had said loudly that he was to be taken to Winterfell to face justice, of course they had then started to take the high road up into the mountains of the Vale.

Who knew that a wolf with trout for brains would be so very devious, he would commend her for it if he didn't feel so much like stabbing her in the face. He would've cursed her for, called her a great many things that might be unbecoming for a Lannister except he could not due to the rough leather gag that had been roughly shoved into his mouth by Lady Stark's master-at-arms, Cassal if he remembered right.

So many people that he would owe a debt too, it would be interesting to pay them all back in kind. Most of all that damned singer from the inn who been begging for some of his coin quite eagerly before Lady Stark had turned up, Marillion was his name if he remembered correctly. He wondered if this was some new form of torture that as of yet was not known to them below the Neck.

Oh, he had a pleasant enough voice to be sure but his rhyming did leave quite a bit to be desired and he did not know when to shut his fool mouth.

If there was one sweetness to be found then it was due to the six or so sellswords that had come with them from the inn, they had followed Lady Stark because surely they had thought that they would be paid but Lady Stark did not seem the type to even entertain the idea and if they did not get their money from her then they would look to other sources for it and no one had more gold than the Lannisters.

One of the swords, a man with dark eyes and dark hair seemed to realise that considering the looks he had been sending Tyrion, his name was Bronn if he remembered correctly.

Finally, after far too long their little party came to a stop and Tyrion was roughly pulled from the donkey he had been forced to ride and was set down on the ground by Cassel who undid his gag but did not grant his hands or his feet the same relief, foolishness to be truthful. His legs were stunted and he was unlikely to get very far if he tried to run and he couldn't outrun a horse even if he tried.

Where they had stooped was the final stretch of the high road before they would be entering the mountains, it would be difficult for anyone following them to ambush them once they entered the mountains but there were also the mountain clans of the Vale, those who though they had better claim than those who sat in the Eyrie above them all and they would be prime targets for them

Lady Stark strode forward, her Tully blue eyes were ice as they approached and she looked every the inch the great and noble lady to be sure. "Lord Tyrion, I offer you one last final chance. Confess your crimes now and I will plead for leniency, tell my why you tried to have my son killed when he laid abed and why you or your brother had him thrown from that window."

She was smart, she had recognised the threat of the mountain clans as well and didn't want to risk the road to her sister either, she also must've hoped that he would be so scared out his wits by them that he would confess to a crime that he did not commit. He was no fool, the only leniency he would be shown was a sharper blade. "My lady." He began with a heavy sigh and with false regret. "I will not confess to a crime that I did not commit, I wish that I could so I could put an end to this but I did not do it."

"You are not a foolish woman to be certain, you know that I would be foolish to send an assassin it was more than likely that your son would die from his fall, and even if he did live it was as like that he would not awaken and even if he did, it was also as like that he would not remember what ever it was he saw that caused him to fall or be thrown or whatever else you believe." Tyrion took a breath to calm himself as he realised that he was growing angry. "Believe want you want of me, most already do. But take my word on this, I am no fool. And there are better ways, I had nothing to do with young Bran's predicament."

In fact it was because of young Bran that he was in this predicament, perhaps this would finally teach him his lesson that kindness was a poison and he would be better of being rid of it.

His words seemed to have struck a word with Lady Catelyn, doubt was swimming in her eyes and her lips were pressed into a thin line as she clearly tried to think on what her next move would be.

Before she could say anything however the air was filled with the sound of a sharp twang and Tyrion had just enough time to realise what the noise was and throw himself down to the ground as an arrow pierced through the boiled leather of one of the sellswords.

There were shouts and screams and Tyrion watched as Marillion threw himself down to the ground as well, his pretty blue eyes widen open and going by the rank smell that soon filled the air he was certain that they were not the only things that were open as well.

More arrows flew and three more sellswords fell to the ground though none that Tyrion was all that concerned with, the air was filled with the sound of horses and soon across the fields he could see a dozen, no, two dozen, no three dozen horses galloping across the field.

Before long they were surrounded and Tyrion noticed two other things, the first was a few of the riders were standard bearers and the standard they bore unsettled him as it was disturbingly familiar. A wide open palm on a blood red field with a small pile of silver coins in it with a single golden coin atop it.

The second thing, all the riders were women. Some had olive skin, others the ebon of the Summer Islands, still others were pale and others were copper and a dozen other skin tones aside.

A rider pushed past the ranks and if Tyrion had to guess then he would assume that this was the leader, this one was clearly a woman as well and it shocked him how tiny she was, made even smaller looking by the large destier that she rode. She was dressed in bronze armour with a helm that covered her face but did not stop the ebony locks from flowing down her back, a short sword hung from one hip and a very long whip from the other. "We are the Whore's Daughters, we will take the dwarf." Her Common Tongue was lightly accented but it was extremely clear to hear, it was also familiar to him.

He had to commend her, if Lady Catelyn was afraid then she did not show it. "This man is my prisoner, he is under my protection. He has committed a grievous crime to me and mine and must face the King's Justice, you return to his father and tell him that."

For a moment there was only silence and Tyrion was terrified that he would soon here the other for them to all be killed, they were outnumber and these Whore's Daughters were on horseback and they were only on foot, they stood no chance. However, soon the silence was broken.

Laughter, a loud and thunderous laughter escaped from every single one of the women and for a moment Tyrion though that the leader would actually slip from her horse that she was laughing quiet so hard. After a moment the laughter died down though there was still the odd chuckle or giggle here or there. "We are no agents of Tywin Lannister, My Lady, I would have that man's head so I could hollow out his skull and use it as a cup...or a chamber pot, I haven't decided yet."

"Who are you?" Tyrion asked as he narrowed his eyes at the woman.

The woman did not speak for a moment and when she did he was surprised by how sad it sounded. "Have you forgotten me? Have I truly changed so very much?" The woman dismounted her horse, knelt in front of him and removed her helm.

"Tysha?"

End of Chapter.

So, I've gone utterly insane but this idea popped into my head and literraly would not leave so I had to at least give it a try. Let me know what you think of it!