LannisportPOV of Tyrion Lannister

  "Tyrion." Tywin Lannister said in a anding voice, aurned around to look at his father.

  "Go and check what all this otion is about." His father ordered, and Tyrion took o sip from his goblet before he nodded ahe area on his stunted legs.

  Tyrion cursed his father for disturbing his drinking binge as he moved toward the pce where all the otion was happening.

  Regardless, he was also curious about all the screaming and shouting that had been going on outside the area until he heard a loud roar, and his feet stopped at once.

  He was very familiar with that roar from the lions that were caged inside Casterly Rock.

  Was it possible that some of the lions broke through their cages and came down to Lannisport?

  That was highly unlikely, as the guards would kill it before it could do too much harm.

  So, does that mean that a stray lion had ehe Lannisport?

  That thought was ughable as well, so he shook his head and forced his stunted legs to move faster as he finally reached an area where a lot of smallfolk had formed a rge circle around someone.

  "Excuse me. Move aside, please. Let me through." He said as he carved a path through the people until he finally arrived in a clearing where half a dozen Lannister guards were pointing their spears at… A boy riding on top of a Lion.

  Tyrion rubbed his eyes and wondered if he had drunk a little too much before he looked at the se once again and found that the boy and the lion were still there. No. That was not a lion but a huge wolf.

  The boy was looking at the Lannister guards, who were shaking on their feet as the wolf gazed at them.

  The boy couldn't have been older than 6-8 years old and was wearing a regal-looking, red-colored robe of the fi quality with a Weirwood sigil on his chest. When Tyron saw that sigil, he suddenly uood everything.

  This was the boy from the North who rode on the back of a giant direwolf.

  The boy who made that other Northern lord piss and shit his pants in fear.

  The boy suggested ending the House of Greyjoy by sending their men to the Wall and women to the Silent Sisters.

  The boy… what was his name again?

  "I want to meet with someone who's in charge. Could you lead me to them?" the boy's clear yet authoritative voice pierced through all the murmurs and whispers as the guards looked at the boy and wolf fearfully.

  Tyrion couldn't uand why they were so afraid of the wolf when it was clear that the boy was able to and it, judging by how he easily sat upon its back.

  "I… I…" the guard stammered, and Tyrio ashamed on behalf of all the Lannisters and moved forward to introduce himself in case the guards fuck this up.

  "Hello there, my friend. My name is…" That was as far as he went before the wolf turs gaze upon him, and he felt a spike of terror shoot through his heart and froze until the boy put his hand on top of the wolf in a f gesture, and it lowered its head in submission.

  Tyrion took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off his face, all the while thanking the gods that he didn't piss on his breeches. That would be rather embarrassing. A lion of the Casterly Rock pissing himself upoing a wolf.

  He turo look at the boy once again and started to introduce himself once again before the boy cut him off.

  "I know who you are. You're Tyrion Lannister. Son of Tywin Lannister and heir of the Casterly Rock." The boy said and gave him a nod, which he returned.

  "That I am." He replied, even if it was uhat he'd ever i the Rock. "But I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, my lord."

  "I'm Lord Domeric Bolton." The boy said before he took out a well-designed golden scabbard from behind himself.

  The guards standing behind Tyrion tensed upon seeing the scabbard and the sword, but he quickly mentiohem to stay behind and not fuck this meeting up as he had a feeling that Lord Bolton would not e here without any reason.

  "As for why I came here." The boy said and took out the bde from its sheath, and Tyrion gaped as he saw the rippling effect that was said to be present in all the Valyrian swords.

  Since when did the Boltons have a Valyrian sword of their own?

  "I heard that your father has been asking around for a Valyrian sword. I wonder… does he still want ohe boy asked, but the smirk on his face clearly showed that he already khe answer.

  "Y…" he gulped and tried once again "Yes. My father still wants a Valyrian Steel sword for our house. Definitely."

  "Then please lead me to your father." The boy said, and Tyrion nodded quickly before he turo face the guards who were still pointing their spears at the boy or the wolf and cursed the fools in his mind.

  "Lower your ons, you fools! This is Lord Bolton. Our esteemed guest." He shouted and hoped that the mindless fools wouldn't offend the boy lord.

  If his father found out that he was about to receive a Valyrian Steel Sword but didn't because the guards disrespected the person who wao sell him the sword, he doubted that the guards would live to see another day.

  As he took the boy and the wolf toward the tents outside the Tourney grounds, he wondered how much gold his father would pay in order to get the sword for the Lannister House.

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