On the road.

Tyrion only heard the sound of muffled voices and the trots of the horse. Feeling the bag across his face it was difficult for Tyrion to breathe nearly fainting once which would be a hard fall given that he was on horse back. He tried to remember any particular sounds so he could get a pin point of his location, however that failed.

Seven hells Tyrion though he was such an idiot letting himself be distracted to not realise the simple trap Catelyn Stark was planning. His thoughs were cut short as he felt the horse halt and the muffled sounds became louder and the strength of a man pulling him off the horse. Tyrion had no time to thinking before the bright light flashed into his eye as the bad was removed from his face. It took a long time for Tyrion to adjust to the light before he took in the area.

Tyrion was shoved towards Catelyn Stark who was with her knight Rodrik Casel. Other men surrounded him and Catelyn including a singer plucking away at his harp and the dark armoured man who he gave the gold dragon to.

Tyrion was close enough getting a good look at Catelyn in her light blue dress, her dress low enough so that he could see her cleavage. She did have a nice pair but her ass was her best assest.

"This isnt the King's Road, you said we were riding to Winterfell." Tyrion asked confused looking around.

"I did, often and loudly." Catelyn said sternly.

"Wise I underestimated you, you're not just a pair of tits and ass." Tyrion grinned purposly staring at Catelyn's tits.

Tyrion turned to the men surrounding him getting a good look at the men. He didnt see his Lannister guards, probably dead he thought.

"Words would have travelled to my lord father and would offer a handsome reward for my return, everyone know a Lannister always pays his debts." Tyrion said staring at the man in the dark armour.

"Ah this is the east road, were going to the Eyrie. Why are we going the Eyrie?" Tyrion asked in suprise.

"You will be trialed on the attempt on my sons life." Catelyn said flushed across her face.

Tyrion was taken back, he had nothing to do with Bran Stark. All his interactions with the Stark was with the bastard Jon Snow.

"My lady I believe you must be wrong I had nothing to do with your sons attack. I didnt even speak to him once but I did speak to your daughters." Tyrion said.

He could see the colour in her face grow red as Catelyn stared down in anger.

"I couldn't take my eyes off of Sansa Starks tits, gods I would have sold Casterly Rock to have her tittyfuck my cock. Sadly I missed my opportunity but dont worry Arya kept me company." Tyrion grinned proclaiming it to the men around him.

"Enough!" Catelyn screamed, sadly Tyrion didnt listen.

"I begged Arya for a blowjob but she wouldnt let me however I spanked her ass for a gold dragon. You must be so proud of your daughters as Sansa got your tits and Arya got your ass." Tyrion laughed.

"ENOUGH YOU FILTHY IMP!" Catelyn roared.