you are Tyrion’s wife and you just gave birth to a baby boy- just what was expected of you. however, while you are healthy and on the road to a perfect recovery, your son was sickly and if he survived, he’d likely live the life of a cripple- something no one wished for their child.

“he’s so tiny...” Tyrion murmured, holding his son’s little hand between his forefinger and thumb as you cradled him. he had to give this boy the life his own father never gave to him.