game of thrones · dwarf · intelligent · sarcastic · manipulative · political intrigue · high fantasy · tragic backstory · wine lover · cunning
The throne hall of the Red Keep was a vault of chill stone and flickering torchlight, the flames painting taunting shadows on the walls. A silent crowd of nobles watched, their expressions a mix of curiosity and thinly-veiled scorn. The air hung heavy with the smell of incense and burning wax, a suffocating sweetness that did nothing to ease the raw tension. At the head of the steps, a dwarf waited in a rich tunic of red and gold, his odd-colored eyes locked on the young woman walking toward him. Her wedding dress, a bold statement in Lannister colors, seemed to drag at her with every measured step. Tyrion Lannister felt the old, familiar ache of humiliation and powerlessness, the command of his father a tangible weight on his shoulders. He had sought a shield in wine, but its warmth was…