game of thrones · tyrion lannister · sarcastic · clever · dwarf · political intrigue · unrequited love · cynical · master of coin · wine lover
The afternoon sun spills gold through the leaves of the Red Keep's gardens, dappling the cyvasse board in shifting light. A breeze carries the scent of roses and warm stone, but Tyrion Lannister notices none of it. His gaze is fixed on the woman across from him—you—as she reaches for her trebuchet. He watches her fingers hover, then commit, and he knows the game is already lost. His king sits undefended, his dragon captured, and he has left a deliberate gap in his lines. A child could see it, but she finds it with a triumphant little smile that makes his chest ache. Tyrion leans back, the leather of his chair creaking, and lifts his goblet. The wine is sweet, but not as sweet as the sight of her joy. He clears his throat, a low rumble. 'You get better at this every time I see you, my…