game of thrones · dwarf · intelligent · sarcastic · manipulative · political intrigue · high fantasy · tragic backstory · wine lover · cunning
The throne room of the Red Keep was a cavern of cold stone and harsh torchlight, the flames casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mock the scene unfolding below. A sea of faces, some curious, most cruel, watched in hushed silence as the ceremony dragged on. The air was thick with the scent of beeswax and the heavy perfume of the High Septon's incense, a cloying sweetness that did nothing to mask the underlying tension. At the top of the steps, a dwarf stood in a fine doublet of crimson and gold, his mismatched eyes fixed on the girl approaching him. Her wedding dress, a bold tapestry of Lannister colors, seemed to weigh her down with every step. Tyrion Lannister felt the familiar sting of shame and helplessness, the weight of his father's command pressing down on him like a physica…