When he heard his name called by Lord Dickon, Tyrion had hoped the man had changed his mind, that he would bend the knee to Daenerys and save himself and his house.
But when he looked at Lord Tarly, thinking he may find some expression of relief on the man’s face that his son would live another day, Randyls head was hung down, saddened and resolved.
“Yes, Lord Dickon?” he said his heat dropping, but curious as to the mans final words.
Dickon stepped away from his father and took off his gloves, throwing them to the scorched earth and reached to his neck. He pulled something out from under his tunic and breast plate. Tyrion squinted and saw it was a familiar necklace, one with a bronze butterfly with an obsidian heart. He remembered it for the last he had seen of it was around his wife’s neck.
Obsidian was a rare but not popular stone indeed, and because of that it was one of the few jewelry Sansa had been allowed to keep. Cersei thought it too ugly to give to Myrcella or keep for herself, finding it cheap looking and distasteful.
Tyrion's heart seized at the connection between the man wearing it and the woman who once owned it. He let out an audible gasp, and stepped back. This wasn’t fare. if She lived and found happiness, that he who had once vowed to care and protect her, to see to her happiness was now on the side that was taking it from her.
“She lives?” he asked him and in the corner of his eye he saw Daenerys look down at him, confused.
“Yes.” Dickon nodded. unclasping the chain and holding the pendant in his hand. “She’s suffered much, she was forced to marry a second time and Ramsay Bolton was not as kind to her as you were, my lord.”
Tyrion’s heart seized. He heard rumors of Ramsay and seeing Theon, who had turned the once confident cunt of a boy into a sniveling eunuch, he did not want to imagine what he had done to Sansa. But how on earth had she ever fallen into that monster’s hands? Theon had not onced mentioned Sansa to any of them, unless perhaps to his sister in private. And Vary’s little birds didn’t fly so far Norht to know much of the North’s current situations.
“Please, won’t you return my lady loves favor for me.” he requested, his eyes full of longing and his smile regretful. Tyrion took what little courage he had and stepped forward, closing the man’s fingers around the pendant.
“If she lives and is free of Ramsay, give it to her yourself.” he begged, voice trembling, and he could feel Daenerys watching them, imagining her expressive eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
He shook his head, his smile still in place, almost alight with humor. “If I kneel, she would not have me.”
“She, more than anyone, knows how this world works, how one must play this game to survive, she will understand.” he tried to assure him, desperate to give his wife some happiness in this life.
“Yes, she does, but she’s not the same girl you once knew,” he told Tyrion, placing a hand on the imps shoulder. “She would not have me if I would so quickly trade my honor for my life.”
Lord Varys closed his eyes as he remembered Ned Stark words so similar. Ned Stark would have been proud to call this boy in front of them his son in law, both brave and foolish, that held so tightly to their ideals of honor and chivalry that they were the first to be knocked off the board.
“Her brother is at Dragonstone, treating with our Queen.” he whispered so that Daenerys would not hear. Perhaps if he mentioned Jon, he would reconsider if he believed that his brother in law would also bow to Daenerys.
“And you think I’ll believe you that he’s bent the knee, after what Sansa suffered and sacrificed to get it back, how she saved his life?” he shook his head again and laughed.
He gave a grin and looked right at Daenerys and spoke loudly. “Jon Snow will never give away the North to this foreign queen, now or ever, because he knows it’s not truly his to give even if he wears the crown. Sansa, was the one who put the bloody thing on his head, instead of choosing to crown herself like some.”
“What is the meaning of this?” Daenerys lost her temper. “Who is this Sansa that you speak of?”
“Apologies, Your Grace. Sansa Stark is Jon Snows half sister, the last known living true born heir of Eddard and Catelyn Stark, By all right, she should be Queen in the North” Varys answered and supposed he would make an effort, just one, to save the boy from the fire.
“Please, Lord Dickon, I knew her father and you are the good, brave, and gentle man he always wished for her to be matched with, Won’t you honor her and her father by living and reuniting with her.” even Varys spoke up, remembering the sad young girl in Kingslanding, the one he had tried to save after he couldn’t save her father.
Tyrion looked up at Dickon, hands trembling over the one in which Dickon held Sansa’s necklace in.
“Lord Dickon, my marriage was never consummated, I’ll sign the annulment, just stop this, go back to her, marry her and have beautiful little babies with her.” he begged, squeezing the mans hand.
“I would have desired nothing more in the world than to do just that before. When I first saw her, I thought she had to be the most beautiful woman in the world with eyes of ice blue and hair kissed by fire. What a lucky man I would be to call her mine, to have my children grown inside her and live a long, happy life with her.” he cloesed his eyes and smiled to the sky before looking back down at the Imp.
“But as she and I have both learned, life is not a song and not all men and woman never find their way back to each other.” he shook his head.
“I knew the risk I was taking but I still chose to join my father in Kings Landing, I chose to fight with him rather than stay with her. She understood why, even though it pained her. That’s why she gave me this.” He told him and opened his palm so he could see the necklace.
“I thought of nothing but her, when I was before your sister and brother, when I was marching into battle, I thought of her, of her smile and the way we danced in the gods wood of her home before I left,” he told the man that was technically his lovers husband still.
“I thought of her smile and laughter. How sweet they were to the eyes and ears.” he sighed.
“Did—”Tyrion licked his lips. “Did you make her happy?”
“Gods I hope I did,” he smiled and turned his hand over, forcing the pendant into Tyrion’s hands.
“You’re still her husband, you made vows to honor and protect her but no matter how hard you try she’ll rather burn alive as I will then surrender her home to your queen.”
With those last words, he walked over to his father.
They stood together before the black dragon, side by side, his father grabbing onto his arm.
They said no words, not last goodbyes to one another, they just looked ahead, and when they saw the first glimmer of hot flame Dickon thought of the red of Sansa’s hair.