Being the eldest daughter and second eldest child of Eddard Stark, signed your fate at birth. You were to grow into womanhood before being forced to marry someone for status, unlikely to love them but you wouldn't get a say in the matter. Luckily your father did have a kind heart and you hoped you'd be able to change his mind and convince him to allow you to marry someone whom you loved. Alas you never got the chance. With the death of King Robert Baratheon, your father was soon to follow, his head left on a pike and your fate taken into the hands of Cersei Lannister and her son whom was to take the throne.

They wished to take control over you and your younger sisters, but Arya had disappeared, and you and Sansa were left to keep faux smiles on your faces, hoping to not end up like your father and desperately wishing to be reunited with your mother and brothers. Sansa had her heart set to marry the new king but that quickly became lost when his dark mind was shown, and it was further supported when he became betrothed to Margaery Tyrell. Her fate was left in the air, as was your own until the youngest of Tywin Lannister's children visited you in your chambers, to tell you that his family had decided that he would wed you.

It didn't seem like a reality but here you were now Lady Y/N Lannister, draped in red and gold as the two of you were dismissed from the gathering and 'celebration' to consummate the marriage. You weren't looking forward to the matter, not that it was due to who he was, but you weren't looking to consummate any marriage the didn't hold love. It wasn't personal to Tyrion, you just hadn't spoken to him nearly at all since meeting him so there wasn't a chance to love him, you didn't even particularly know him.

Nevertheless, you were now man and wife and you were prepared to perform your womanly duties, whether it was your ideal way to spend an evening or not. The two of you made your way to his chambers, a room you were unfamiliar with but had little choice but to become familiar with them. The silence between you was broken when Tyrion made his way to the golden tray on the vanity, pouring wine from the glass jug into a glass.

"Would you like some wine?" He offered.

You nodded your head, needing as much alcohol as your body could handle to face what was going to happen. From your lady's maid, you had heard of many horror stories of women being forced into situations they don't wish to be in even if it were with their husband. You wished desperately that the world was nicer, and you weren't just encouraged to let your husband do with you as he wished as it was easier, but maybe that was how you were going to have to cope.

Tyrion handed you the glass of wine and within seconds you had already drunk the contents, holding it back out for more. He couldn't help but smile as he poured you out some more wine. Like the first, that was drunk quicker than you should have.

"Not many ladies drink their wine in such a manner," he commented, following suit with your drinking habit.

You shrugged your shoulders, pouring yourself some more wine. "I am not like most ladies, I had to prove myself to my elder brothers someway and supposedly it is far more unladylike to stab them."

He let out a laugh. "That is rather unexpected."

"There is little that can be expected, my lord. It is best to know that," you said softly, this time sipping at your wine.

"You do not need to call my that," he stated.

You avoided eye contact with him, realising it wasn't very well thought out to refer to your husband by his title but as a man of status whom you didn't know well, it didn't seem right to refer to him as anything else.

"My apologies, my lord," you winced at the use of his title again. "Fuck! I... I mean... no... I meant that."

Once again, he laughed at the informality in your actions in comparison to how formal you had acted around him and his family prior to this.

"Even though you do not wish for me to be, I am your husband, so it isn't too far fetched to consider you use my name," he stated.

"Technically, you would not be considered my husband until the morning," you whispered, frankly wishing that consummating the marriage wasn't necessary, but seen as you couldn't get out of the marriage, you had to consummate it. All you were grateful for was the lack of a bedding ceremony.

"Oh, the consummation," he sighed, allowing himself to finish the glass of wine he had.

"Yeah."

The two of you avoided eye contact. You were in the same boat and needed to work together to stay afloat but both feared you'd hurt the other. You planted yourself on the edge of the bed, expecting to end up on it anyway.

"We don't have to," he said.

You looked up at him, confused by his statement. Tyrion made his way over to you, sitting down beside you on the bed with enough distance that you weren't touching each other.

"I shall not force you to do something you do not wish. No one shall need to know the marriage was un-consummated. Maybe one day you will want to but until that day, we do not need to do anything more than drink wine," he stated.

You gave him a gentle smile. He did have a good heart, and you could have ended up with a far worse person than him to be your husband. Even if you didn't love him at least you were certain that a friendship would blossom at the very least.

"I do believe we have both proven to be good at that much," you laughed, making your way to grab the jug of wine, disregarding the glasses, returning to the bed.

You gathered your gown around yourself so you could sit properly on the bed with Tyrion sat opposite you. You took a large swig of the wine before handing it to him, who did the same.

"I'm certain my father and sister, did not expect us to get along so well," he chuckled. "I'm sure they hoped that we would have ended up killing each other before the night was out."

"I must say, I felt as though this would have been a punishment for the claim, they have of my father being guilty of treason, but I am already realising that marrying you may be a good thing," you smiled softly.

"We aren't the enemy to the other, it seems as usual it is my family who face the role of enemy."

With that the two of you talked about your families and dislike of his, before you both ended up passed our fully clothed upon your bed. Both intoxicated however even quite drunk, you were happily asleep, knowing love wouldn't be as hard to find as you thought it would originally.

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