His head was pounding, the last thing Tyrion remembered was sitting at his desk going over wedding expenses and then getting hit in the temple with something metal.

Shaking his head the first thing he observed was he was in a dungeon. It looked like the dungeons below the red keep but why would he be there had Joffery or his father finally decided he was no more of use to them. Looking around the large cell he could just make out a markings on the wall one looked liked a direwolf sigil and the other a snake. He turned his head to the wall in front of him and froze; in the deem touch light he saw a body laying on the other side of the large cell. His heart skipped a beat, the body had auburn hair. His wife Sansa was laying flat on her stomach motionless. He tried to run over to her but was cut short by chains on his wrists.

He tried to wiggle his hands free from the chain but it was no use they were securely locked on his wrists. Tyrion didn't understand had his father found out they hadn't consummated the marriage, if so he now feared what had happened to Tysha would happen to Sansa. No my father wouldn't do this Sansa is high-born. It has to be Joffery. Which did nothing to subside his fears. He knew Joffery had some weird fascination with his wife but would he really go this far. He wasn't sure. Maybe.

Focusing on his unconscious bride before him he could see the she was bleeding from a head wound. His blood boiled. In his anger he vowed to whichever gods that were listening that whoever did this would pay. He couldn't tell if she was breathing or not. Which made him even more scared for her wellbeing. "Sansa." He whispered her name hoping to not draw unwanted attention to any guards who may be outside their cell. She remained still.

He could feel panic start to rise up in him as he again tried to free himself but it was no use the chains wouldn't budge. Cursing Tyrion turned around and punched to wall behind him. He felt so useless, if only he was like Jamie this probably wouldn't have happened. His hand stung and became red from the punch.

A noise caught his attention Tyrion looked over at Sansa and saw that she was starting to wake up. Standing he went as far the chains would allow. "Sansa?" He tried again to get her attention to look at her face. She lifted her head but he couldn't see anything because her hair got in the way. Sansa's hand came up and brushed her hair away. He could see where she had a mark on her face from laying on the stone floor. Blue eyes meet green. She looked scared; more scared than he's ever seen her show. "Sansa. It's going to be okay." Tyrion didn't know if he was trying to calm her or himself.

Her eyes landed on him she looked confused. She ran over to him but was cut short by a chain around her ankle. Her body slammed on the ground. "Sansa are you alright?" He could feel a pit in his stomach with each word. Straining against the chains trying to get to her he could see her pulling herself up. Her lip was busted from the impact. "How did you get here?" She whispered sounding scared. She had retreated back to the wall leaning with her knees to her chin.

"I'm not sure. I was in my solar and then was hit from behind." He explained. Sansa still looked at him confused. He wished he could read her mind to see what was going on in her head right now.

He sat down the chains making it difficult. "Sansa, I promise you I won't let them hurt you." He said it with assurances. But she didn't look any less scared. In fact she looked even more scared as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"No, you have to promise me you won't say anything to make these people angry?" Confused now he asked, "Do you know who did this?" Looking away from him she nodded.

"He's worse than Joffery and the Mad King." His blood ran cold at that statement. How could anyone be worse than the Mad King? Tyrion looked around the cell once more and his eyes fell again on that snake craving on the wall he knew he had seen it before. Then it clicked. That mark had been found on Ser Maryn Trant after he was found dead and then again during the mob when Sandor said that when he found Sansa the four men who followed her were dead as well, but no one could find out who did it. He had people on that for weeks with no luck.

"He's the Mad King in this world. I don't understand how you got here though." She looked at him like he was a puzzle; he wasn't sure what she was saying. Before he could question her the door opened. Sansa moved as far from the door as the chain would allow. He stood preparing for who it was but Tyrion couldn't believe what he was seeing as Robb Stark strolled in with a baby dragon on his shoulder followed by a dwarf with his face covered. "Who are you?" He demanded. Robb glared at him and sneered "Quiet Lannister." The dwarf walked into the cell stopping dead center of it. He motioned for Robb to come in to the room. The boy did as he was bid dropping a iron bucket beside the dwarf. Inside the bucket was coal and logs. Handing off the dragon the imp finally spoke the voice sounding all too familiar "Dracarys." The dragon poured flames from his mouth igniting the contents inside. The dwarf handed off the dragon and motioned with his hand to Robb. The young wolf bowed his head and left them alone.

Sansa started to cry and shake. And again for the second time that night he felt useless. He looked at the man standing in front of them. He was the same height as him. He clapped his hands together and removed the scarf from around his face. It wasn't his burned face that gave Tyrion pause but he felt like he seemed to be looking in a mirror minus the burns. "Shall we get started?" The his burned twin asked.

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