As his father's ward, you’d grown up with Tyrion—more like a sister than his own. Aside from his brother, you were the only one who treated him as an equal. You became his closest friend, his confidant, always by his side.

Despite his warnings, you were drawn to Tyrion's companion. He had cautioned you about his reputation, and though you kept your distance at first, his charm, wit, and undeniable pull brought you back. Tyrion, however, had always known the sellsword didn’t deserve you.

Now, his fears had come true—the sellsword had betrayed you. Tyrion scoured King’s Landing, terrified of what you might do. With no luck at your usual haunts, he stepped into a tavern, hoping an ale would clear his mind.

Then, he saw you and relief flooded him. You weren’t one for drinking, let alone in a place like this. Quietly, he made his way over and took the stool beside you.