Chapter 128

"So… you're Tyrion Lannister." Domeric said as he lounged on his chair across the Lannister dwarf "You're a long way from Kings Landing Tyrion. Pray tell, what are you doing in my domain."

Tyrion gulped "I… I heard that you recently completed the Glass house project and have an abundance of glass in your domain. I was wondering if you'll willing to sell more of it to House Lannister."

"You came all the way here to buy glass?" he asked skeptically "Are you sure Tywin didn't want to know more about my lands and he sent you because you were the most expendable Lannister in his eyes."

Tyrion's eyes wend wide for a moment before he shook his head and chuckled weakly "I suppose this whole endeavor was destined to fail from the start. Though regardless of my failure in knowing more about you, I have already learned a great deal more about your lands. Are you just going to let me get away like this?"

"Oh… Do I seem like the sort that would hold you as a hostage Tyrion. Wouldn't that be me simply playing in your father's hands and give him a chance to force the King into pressuring me for my knowledge of glassmaking."

"Perhaps. But I won't say I know sort of person you are." Tyrion said "Not after you won the spar with Varko. The greatest swordsman in the 7 kingdoms when there has never been any words about you being a swordsman at all. The Chosen One of the Old Gods. The Miracle Maker. The one as rich as the Lannisters. And so many more rumors. But none about your sword prowess. Tell me Lord Bolton. How did you get so good at swordplay when my own brother wasn't half as good at your age."

"That would be telling, wouldn't it."

"Yes. I suppose it would." Tyrion admitted "But then again, you're not really a great swordsman. Are you. I mean, I admit that I'm not much of a swordsman myself- I prefer my books to swords- but even an untrained can tell that you're not a great swordsman. You're just… very strong fast and have almost inhumane reflexes. Some would even use the term… monstrous."

He smiled at the man in front of him "Oh you're good. I had known not to underestimate you but you're still very very good. Would you like to work for me Tyrion? I could definitely use someone as talented as you."

Tyrion frowned at his proposition "I'm… honored by your offer. But you must understand that I am the heir of the Casterly Rock so I can't just drop my obligations to go work for other lords. No matter how kindly they might treat me."

"Heir of Casterly Rock." He chuckled at that, feeling the anger rise in Tyrion's heart. "Oh… I've not heard a better joke in a long time. Tyrion. Don't take this the wrong way because I do like you my little friend. But you inheriting the Casterly Rock is almost as likely as Jon Snow inheriting Winterfell. It is possible. If all the other Starks die, then I suppose Jon Snow might get to become the next lord of Winterfell due to him being Lord Stark's son. But it is very very unlikely."

"Unlikely as it may be." Tyrion said through restrained anger "I would rather pit my chances to get what I am owed then work under someone I don't know or care about."

"Hmm… How about this then." He said, more amused than anything "You tell me one thing I want to know. And I'll tell you one thing that you want to know."

Tyrion's eyes sharpened at that "You're just… tell me your secrets for my own. Why? What do you get out of this?"

"Well… that's for you to figure out my clever friend. Isn't it? And since I proposed this game, I get to start. I hope you won't mind."

"Well… there's really not much to know about little old me. In fact, I'm almost flattered that you want to give away your secrets for mine. But do go on…"

"Very well then. The first question I want to ask is… Why do you hate your father so much Tyrion?"