Chapter 104
-POV Tyrion Lannister-
Ever since the man claiming to call himself Ydriss had recounted what happened to Tysha, I couldn't think of anything else. I kept wondering how I could have done such a thing.
How had I been weak enough to let it happen? To not even try to understand what had occurred?
The more I thought about it, the less I could wait for Jaime's return. I got up from my bed, grabbed a crossbow hanging on my wall, and quickly made my way to the Hand's tower.
I sneaked into the Hand's tower with little trouble, concealing a crossbow in a basket of fruits.
I passed all the guards who didn't even question what I was doing there so late at night. Once near my father's apartments, I waited a few seconds and then realized, seeing the two guards in front of my father's apartments, that I wouldn't be able to enter his apartments so easily. So, I hid near the latrines waiting for him to go there so I could confront him.
For nearly two hours, I hid and almost fell asleep, but when I heard footsteps heading my way, I instantly woke up.
I waited for him to enter and, once he was properly seated, I left my hiding place and opened the door to the latrines.
Tywin Lannister, my father, looked at me surprised in his grandeur while he shat like everyone else.
He tried to stand up, but I raised my crossbow and said, "Stay where you are."
He stopped his movement and then said disdainfully, "What are you doing?"
I bitterly smiled and then said, "I've always done everything you wanted, and even after all that, you still betrayed me, why?"
"What are you talking about? Casterly Rock?"
"I don't care about Casterly Rock!!!" I said, raising my voice.
"Then what are you blaming me for?" he said, truly confused but calm.
"Tysha," I said, trying to see in his eyes whether he felt guilty or not.
"Who?" he asked, not even recognizing my wife, the woman he had ordered to be raped.
"My wife!" I said because I knew he couldn't have forgotten the humiliation it had been for a Lannister to marry a commoner.
A realization filled his face, and then he said disdainfully, "You're pointing a crossbow at me, your own father, over a whore?!"
"Don't call her that, Tysha was not a whore, you forced Jaime to lie to me, she's the only person who truly loved me for who I was," I said, feeling tears running down my cheeks.
For the first time in a long time, I saw my father laugh, a real laugh as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and then he said, "She loved you?! How can anyone love a monster like you? All she loved was your gold, the Lannister's gold, MY GOLD...Ahhh"
I didn't realize I had shot my father; I only understood once I saw the crossbow bolt in his abdomen.
He looked at me bewildered and then said in an accusatory, surprised, and confused tone, "You shot me."
'In the end, everyone dies, even the great Tywin Lannister,' I said, shooting at his heart this time.
-The next morning-
I woke up after a restorative sleep that had done me a world of good. It had been a long time since I had exhausted all my physical and magical endurance like that.
Waking up this morning after sleeping for more than 13 long hours, I felt a sensation that was no longer familiar to me... soreness.
"Sandor," I said, calling my grumpy giant who served as my guard.
A few seconds later, Sandor entered my tent, and I said, "I'm hungry."
"I'm your guard, not your damn squire," he said, staring at me.
"And I'm your king," I said in the same tone, staring back at him.
We continued our little staring contest until he said, "Damn, I shouldn't have sworn."
"I was joking, ask Mycah to take care of my breakfast," I said, smiling, happy with my little victory.
He grumbled, and then I asked, changing the subject, "Where's the daily report?"
"It's here," he said, handing me a small letter with a gloomy air.
I frowned and closed my eyes, letting out a big sigh.
"A letter means he used his falcon, and there's bad news, otherwise Bryan would have just sent a small message by raven," I said.
Sandor nodded, and then I broke the seal with a three-headed dragon and began reading Bryan's letter.
"Is it bad?" Sandor asked worriedly, seeing my expression shift from anger to finally indifference, indicating I was containing my emotions, which was usually worse than when I expressed my frustration.
"It's a fucking disaster," I said, frowning.
"Call Jaime, I need to talk to him," I said.
He nodded before leaving. I waited a few seconds, and then Jaime entered.
"You summoned me, your majesty?" asked Jaime Lannister.
I frowned and then said, "Your father is dead. The murderer has been identified as your brother Tyrion."