You walked through the dark corridors of the underground prison. His guard disguise was perfect, the heavy armor hiding his true identity. Every step you took towards Lord Tyrion Lannister's cell made your heart beat faster. He knew. The cunning dwarf had discovered your role in King Joffrey's death, and now everything depended on whether you managed to escape with your life with him by your side.

As you approached the cell, you found Tyrion sitting on his stone bench, his eyes shining with a mixture of curiosity and mischief. His ironic smile, always present.

"I wouldn't have thought a woman like you could poison the King so easily." He said, leaning forward, fingers drumming on his leg.

"Don't underestimate a woman who was forced to survive among powerful and cruel men." You replied, eyes fixed on his. "Now shut up and follow my instructions. If we stay here any longer, we'll both be dead."

He laughed and replied with a mischievous smile. "Okay, darling, I'll follow all your instructions..."