Sansa X Tyrion Novels & Stories

Tony says as he pulls Lexi out of the room. "It's wolfsbane. It has to be." Aaron says from somewhere in the room. "Reece, Reece it hurts. Make it stop, please." I feel Reece's hold tighten around me. "Someone gave her a drink. Some waiter.. I should've been more alert.." Reece says and I can feel anger radiating off him. "Reece, this isn't your fault. He probably put something else in the drink so we wouldn't be able to detect the smell." The alpha says.

“Don’t tell me to stop. Don’t tell me what to do. You wanted this war, Annalise, but now that it’s ugly, you’re afraid of it. That is the main difference between us, I am not going to stop this until it is done.” Her lips trembled, just slightly. “You’re not listening. If you push too far, Xavier will kill you. He’s not like the others you’ve crossed. You can play all you want, but he is going to have his men digging into who you are. How much longer do you think you can play before they find out that you are a game?” “I am going to play long enough for her to fall into my game. Then when that happens, I am going to pull her down with me.”

None. Mercy is not a word for me, it’s definitely not a word for a man who thinks what is mine is his. They call me cruel, they call me tyrant, let them. The pack survives because I decide, that is my rule. That is order. I took a throne young, I held it with blood, I sharpened fear into armor. Mercy would rust that armor, make me weak. I will not be weak. I push open the door, Hanging by the bar like some broken thing, wrists chained above his head, his body slumped but still breathing. His face bruised so bad the skin swells.

“We’re nothing like Erythos.” “Are you?” Tavren’s gaze was piercing. “He, too, believes in breaking the cycle. He, too, claims to be seeking a better world.” A cold dread settled over them. Sienna stepped forward. “Erythos seeks power. We seek freedom.” Freya tilted her head. “And you are certain of that?” Sienna’s hands clenched at her sides. “Yes.” The figures did not move, did not fade. Myrra swallowed. “What do you want from us?”

I wanted to put all my love into those words for her to hear and I wanted then to be more than perfect. Sara blew her hands to warm them, her nose red. "Come here", I commanded. Sara did. I took her arms and blew my hot breath onto them, warming her hands with mine. "Better?" Sara's eyes were shining, her cheeks were blushing. Her plump lips formed a smile and her nose scrunched up. "Yes, dear."

It almost gagged her, but Sansa emptied the cup, gulping down the thick sweet wine until her head was swimming. "More?" Cersei asked. "No. Please." The queen looked displeased. "When you asked about Ser Ilyn earlier, I lied to you. Would you like to hear the truth, Sansa? Would you like to know why he's really here?" She did not dare answer, but it did not matter. The queen raised a hand and beckoned, never waiting for a reply. Sansa had not even seen Ser Ilyn return to the hall, but suddenly there he was, striding from the shadows behind the dais as silent as a cat. He carried Ice unsheathed. Her father had always cleaned the blade in the godswood after he took a man's head, Sansa recalled,

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He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

“That’s not good enough. Bring him here now.” Uri nodded shakily and quickly exited the room, not daring to turn his back on his Alpha. He quickly sprinted to the infirmary block and wheeled oriental healer Frederick Gnome back to the Alpha’s wing. “What is it, Ray?” Sir Frederick had no fear of the tyrannical Alpha even though he had gotten him very close to seeing the Grim Reaper just last week. “My name is Alpha Reagan Lorde.” Reagan gritted out. “Do I need to remind you of it again, Frederick?”

(I wonder how long you could hold those foolish thoughts within your brain, Baron? "Please wait here for a moment, Baron. I will call the person in charge of the money." Ethan bows politely as the Baron nods and permits him to leave. Azazel, with his neat brown hair and light blue eyes, greeted Ethan as he exited the room. "Good job, Ethan." Azazel patted Ethan's shoulder as Ethan nodded his head, smiling proudly because he did his job flawlessly. "The potion from Verena really worked well and helped us a lot." Azazel grinned and turned his gaze to Olivier, who remained unfazed while carrying a gold tray with a large bag full of gold coins.