Haezel watched Cersei lie, watched the maester blame Sansa and Tyrion, watched Varys spew that he never forgot a thing. Tyrion looked to Haezel as she stepped forward.
"State your name."
"Haezel Hightower."
"And how do you know the defendant?"
"I grew up alongside the Lannister siblings, Cersei, Jaime and Tyrion. THey are my closest friends."
"So you know them to their core."
"I would like to think so." Haezel agreed. Tyrion stared back at her helplessly. She was his last hope. "And I know Tyrion didnt kill Joffrey." She added. "Tyrion isnt that stupid."
"What are you implying?" Tywin questioned.
"Tywin he is your son, which makes him brilliant like yourself." Haezel complimented them both and Tywin hated and loved it. Calling him brilliant but tyrion's brilliance off his tywins, that struck a nerve, Haezel knew it would. "If he wanted to kill Joffrey he would have had his muscle do it and certainly not in front of everyone. Why kill him and make himself look guilt on top of that, he is smarter than that."
"You have given this some thought." Oberyn remarked.
"I have had time to think but from that awful moment, cersei holding her baby boy in her arms did anyone look at the look of horror on Tyrions face? Did anyone see that he was shocked at the outcome? If you accuse Tyrion for this you are letting the real killer go." Haezel declared. Tyrion fisted his hand under the podium in a little cheer.
"Maybe he is a good actor?" Mace pondered.
"I know that Cersei has hated her brother for years, since birth, I know that Tywin blames him for his wifes death as well. But he shouldnt be blamed for something he had no control over for his entire life." Haezel declared. "Have none of you made a mistake? Have you been judged every single day for it?" Haezel asked the audience. "I ask that you focus on real facts not false testimonies."
"Calling the queen a liar?" Oberyn questioned leaning in.
"Cersei lost her son and is not thinking clearly. Tywin can not be partial in this." Haezel agreed.
"And you can?" Tywin questioned.
"Cersei is my best friend, she is going to hate me for going against her and trying to defend Tyrion." Haezel remarked. "So yes, I think I can."
Tyrion felt a swell of hope that night as he was returned to his cell. Haezel felt sick. She lay beside Gregor holding Haemon to her, her little honey bear snuggled into her side. Gregor kissed her roughly before falling asleep. Cersei had not spoken to Haezel that night, Haezel wondered if she just lost her best friend.
THe next day Haezel and everyone witnessed Shae, some no name whore step forward and lie. But the people believed her, the council believed her. Haezel didnt believe her. It was like all Haezels hard work any progress she could have made with her testimony were thrown out the window. But Tyrion spoke up catching everyone's attention. Haezel worried he would say something he shouldnt out of rage.
"Father, I wish to confess. I wish to confess!' Tyrion declared.
'You wish to confess?" Tywin looked pleased as he leaned forward in the Iron Throne. Tyrion turned to the crowd.
"I saved you. I saved this city. All your worthless lives. I should have let Stannis kill you all." Everyone watching happily turned angry, yelling and shouting in outrage.
"Oh no." Haezel whispered. Gregor chuckled.
"Little man has fire." Gregor countered.
"Tyrion, do you wish to confess?" Tywin said loudly to get the crowd to quiet down and get his sons attention. Tyrion's eyes landed on his Shae.
"Yes, father. I'm guilty. Guilty. Is that what you want to hear?"
"You admit you poisoned the king?"
"No. Of that, I'm innocent. I'm guilty of a far more monstrous crime. I'm guilty of being a dwarf." Tyrion informed him. Tywin scoffed.
"You are not on trial for being a dwarf." Tywin reminded him.
"Oh, yes I am. Haezel knew that too, she sees you all and she knew that this trial just as much as my whole life... I've been on trial for that my entire life."
"Have you nothing to say in your defense?"
"Nothing but this... I did not do it." Tyrion then turned to Cersei, his anger bursting out of him, Haezel pursed her lips. "I did not kill Joffrey, but I wish that I had! Watching your vicious bastard die gave me more relief than a thousand lying whores!" Tyrion then turned to the crowd his eyes ablaze with anger, "I wish I was the monster you think I am! I wish I had enough poison for the whole pack of you! I would gladly give my life to watch you all swallow it!" his audience started shouting again.
"Ser Meryn! Ser Meryn, escort the prisoner back to his cell!" Tywin shouted over the crowd. Tyrion glared with complete hatred towards his father.
"I will not give my life for Joffrey's murder and I know I'll get no justice here, so I will let the gods decide my fate. I demand a trial by combat." The crowd erupted with anger shouts and cries demanding his head. Tyrion would live another day but still he felt defeated as he was escorted back to the dungeon. Haezel let out a sigh looking to Gregor but he was asked to leave to meet Tywin in the hands office.
"No!" Haezel demanded.
"You said to thank Tywin this is how I can thank him." Gregor countered.
"You can't kill Tyrion!"
"He will find a champion." Gregor shrugged.
"And if he doesnt?" Haezel demanded. "Honey, you die or he does and I dont like either of those answers!" Haezel whimpered out. "You have to say no!"
No. He corrected. Haezel screamed out in agnoy. Gregor grabbed her neck forcing her mouth to his. She was angry and upset. He didnt loosen his hold on her until she kissed him back. His hands tore at her clothes and he kicked off his pants pulling her onto him easily. She moaned as he filled her but it was short lived.
He lifted her like it's nothing, his hands tight at her hips as he pulled her up off his cock only to slam her back down again, thrusting up to meet her with a grunt.
She felt him deeper like this, deep enough so that it's almost uncomfortable but there's that slide of him against her inner walls, that wet friction as every ridge rubbed her in just the right way. She held on tight to steady herself as he thrusts into her with what feels almost like desperation, like he needs each one just a little more than the last.
"You feel" gregor growled out and each word sounded like an inhale, and then an exhale of pleasure. "so goddamned fucking good." He pulled her hips back and forth just to accentuate how full she truly was, to feel her.
There's a broken stream of muttering where she picked up things like can't believe and so fucking pretty such a perfect little cun. each one making her heart beat a little faster, making her squeeze around him again and again. He found a rough rhythm, a heavy lift and a sharp drop that had her bouncing on his cock. His head fell back against the headboard as his mouth parts in a throaty moan alternating between eyes rolling back and homing in on where he disappeared inside her again and again.
This felt like the last time and she didnt want it to be true.
He took to rocking her hips back and forth again not actually thrusting but giving her minute amounts of friction anyway, just enough to keep her on the precipice.
"touch yourself." He commanded "I Want you to come on my cock." He leaned in to kiss her neck while she found her clit with shaking fingers, swiping at the swollen little bud that was already so sensitive, so close.
She tilted her head back to give his mouth better access while she worked herself quickly, his sudden stillness making the throbbing of his cock inside obvious, making the fullness the heat that much more heady.
He's lifting her again, bouncing her on his cock at that same rhythm that makes it hard to breathe, but it felt so good that she can't even be bothered. Her whimpers turned to moans that she could hardly contain and his breath hisses between his teeth as he kept trying to fuck her even as his thrusts grow erratic, resulting in a messy pace that still felt fantastic.
Her fingers slip against her clit with how wet she was. But she just kept going, moving as fast as he was, chasing after the end with a bit of that same desperation.