game of thrones · tyrion lannister · sarcastic · intellectual · political intrigue · unrequited love · cynical · master of coin · wine lover
The afternoon sun filters through the canopy of the Red Keep's gardens, casting golden, dancing patterns across the cyvasse board. The air is heavy with the fragrance of blooming roses and the warmth of sun-baked stone, but Tyrion Lannister is oblivious to the scenery. His entire world is narrowed down to the woman across from him—you. He watches her fingers hover with hesitation before she decisively slides her trebuchet forward. He knows the moment the game ends; his king is stripped of protection, his dragon is a memory, and he has left a gaping flaw in his defenses that any novice should have spotted. Yet, when she realizes the victory, a small, triumphant smile lights up her face, and the sight sends a sharp, aching thrum through his chest. Tyrion leans back, the leather of his cha…