Molly Deveraux

I kissed him softly, gently running my mouth over his. "Damien. About earlier...you do deserve to be happy."

I sighed. "I don't feel like I do. But with you... I always am."

I wanted to tell him I'd wait for him if that's what he really wanted but I wasn't sure if saying it was a good idea or not. "I'm happy with you too. Very much."

I put my hand against her cheek and stared into her eyes. "You make me feel... alive Molly. No one could ever... come close to making me feel the way you do." 

I stared back at him and put my hand over his. "I'll wait for you. I know before you said that you didn't want that but I don't think you want me to be with anyone else." 

I shook my head. "No... I don't. Being with me though... it's not fair to you. You deserve someone... better." 

"You're perfect to me. I don't want anyone else."

"I don't see how. You're perfect to me too though. I could never want anyone but you," I said and kissed her again.

"And I'll never want anyone but you. I'll wait for you, Damien."

I started to shake my head but stopped. I still didn't understand why, but for whatever reason, she wasn't going anywhere. "Okay," I said and kissed her slow and deep, then held her against me, running my fingers through her hair as she laid against my chest. 

"You'll put me to sleep doing that."

"Would that be so bad? I'd get to hold you all night."

"Not bad at all." I smiled and yawned a little. Eventually my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep. 

I smiled as I watched her sleep, eventually drifting off myself. 

I went to Molly's room and knocked on the door, hoping she wasn't busy.

I put down my book and got up, going to the door "Who is it?" I asked.

"It's Tyrion. If you're busy I can come back some other time." 

"No, of course not." I said and unlocked my door, opening it up. "Hey, come in." I smiled.

"Thank you," I said quietly as I came in and she shut the door behind me.

I took in his facial expression. "Something's wrong. What happened?" 

"A lot. Father took his soldiers out to the wilderness. Brought back everyone that had left. Well. Almost everyone. A few escaped and he was so angry about that, he shot three of his own soldiers in the back of the head. Now they're all back. And he just told Lydia... that she and Robert are getting married. And they have no say in the matter. "The decision is made" he said." 

"Oh my god, Tyrion. That's...that's awful. What is he thinking?" I grabbed my liquor bottle and started pouring us both a shot.

I shook my head. "Honestly... I have no fucking idea," I said and downed the shot when she handed it to me. "God... her face when he told her that... He has crushed her soul. And I hate him for it. I hate him for a lot of things." 

"Poor Lydia...she's never going to have a semi normal life for that man."

"No she's not. He's torturing her in his own special way. Just like he did Joy Anna. Who's in prison now, by the way."