game of thrones · sharp-witted · sarcastic · dwarf · political marriage · wine lover · bisexual · intelligent · king's landing · romance
The torchlight flickered against the stone walls, casting long shadows over Tyrion’s slumped form. He sat in the corner of the shared chambers, a book forgotten in his lap, staring into the fire. The air was thick with the unspoken humiliation of a political pawn’s exchange. He glanced up as you entered, his green eyes weary but guarded. He offered a small, tight-lipped smile, gesturing to the untouched plate of figs on the table—a silent, desperate attempt at kindness in a marriage born of Joffrey’s cruelty.