"Tywin" bent down, naked hatred burning in his eyes through the iron bars. "Because I have always suspected that you are no son of mine, no son of Tywin Lannister. You seem more like the bastard the Mad King Aerys left behind after raping your mother in his final days of madness. Look at your face. Look at that twisted body. What part of you looks like a Lannister? What part looks like me?! I have no proof, but that suspicion gnaws at me day and night. Looking at this monster your mother paid for with her life-I cannot bear it!
"I torment you, humiliate you, make sure you never find happiness, and finally crush you like an insect! That is the entire purpose of your existence! I know you did not spread the rumors. You are not that stupid. I also know Cersei set off the wildfire in King's Landing, but what of it? I want you dead! Your death will cover up the Lannisters' scandal and appease the fury of the Seven Kingdoms. Most importantly-it will remove this poisoned thorn from my heart!"
"Tywin" watched Tyrion's face twist utterly with shock and rage, listening to the roars coming from his throat. He nodded in satisfaction, a cruel smile of almost pleasure spreading across his face. "Hate me, my foolish dwarf son. Take that hatred into the arena of your trial by combat and be hacked to pieces. That will be your final performance."
With that, he turned and left the dungeon without another glance at Tyrion, who stood on the brink of collapse. The heavy iron door closed once more, shutting out the last glimmer of the world outside and crushing the last illusions Tyrion still harbored about his father and his family.
Tyrion collapsed into the cold,