naughty brother

As Tyrion approaches a group of strangers, he takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders. He knows that first impressions are crucial, and he wants to make a good one.

Tyrion Lannister : "Good day, gentlefolk," he says, his voice ringing out clear and strong. "May I present myself as Tyrion Lannister, of House Lannister and Casterly Rock."

Some of the people around him snicker and whisper behind their hands, but Tyrion ignores them. He knows that he's different, but he's proud of who he is.

"I'm afraid I've heard some... Unkind things about dwarves," one of the men says, leering at Tyrion. "Are you here to steal our gold or something?"

Tyrion Lannister : bristles, but he keeps his cool. "I'm here to conduct business, if you'll allow me," he says firmly. "My family has a long and storied history in this realm, and I'm confident that we can come to an agreement that benefits us all."

"If she's foolish enough to bring her beast into my city, then she's made herself a target," Tyrion Lannister replied sharply, his voice tinged with irritation. "Order the archers to take aim, but hold their fire unless the dragon makes an aggressive move. We don't want to escalate things unnecessarily."

Tyrion's eyes narrowed in frustration as he watched Ashkor wheel through the air, Keiladona perched atop the massive creature. He knew that there was little love lost between Cersei and the Mother of Dragons, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Daenerys' loyal companion.

Still, he knew where his loyalty lay, and if it came down to it, he would do whatever was necessary to protect his family and his queen.

Tyrion listened carefully to his sister's words, his mind whirring with possibilities. "It appears that we have something of a stalemate, then," he said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Keiladona has her dragon, and Daenerys has hers. Neither is likely to back down, I fear."

He glanced over at Cersei, a wry smile crossing his face. "Still, it's not every day one has a Targaryen and a Lannister in the same room, is it?" he said teasingly. "Perhaps we ought to set our differences aside for the time being and focus on the task at hand: finding a way to defeat these dragons, or at least neutralize them. Any thoughts on that matter, Cersei?"

"Tsk tsk, sister," Tyrion chided, a smirk playing on his lips. "You always were too quick to resort to violence. I prefer to use my wit to outmaneuver my enemies."

He poured himself a glass of wine as well, taking a sip before speaking again. "Though I must admit, the sight of that dragon taking flight is truly a sight to behold. Have you ever ridden one, Cersei?"

He leaned back in his chair, eyeing his sister with curiosity. Though they had their differences, he couldn't deny that she was one of the most intriguing and formidable women he had ever met.

"Tyrion shifts uncomfortably at Cersei's words, knowing how passionate she is about the Iron Throne."

"I am not blind to the destructive potential of dragons, sister," "Tyrion responds carefully, trying to keep his tone neutral." "But as someone who has faced battles on both sides of the continent, I can tell you with certainty that a dragon can sometimes prove more terrifying than any man or army. Besides, despite their ferocity, dragons are also intelligent creatures capable of great loyalty and compassion, in their own savage way."

"With a sign, Tyrion shakes his head, knowing that, as always, there will be no changing his sister's mind on the subject. For now, he will simply have to accept her views and hope that events to come do not make him reconsider this position."

Tyrion Lannister moves to stand closer to Cersei, placing a protective hand on her arm as he addresses Keiladona calmly. "My lady, if you would be so kind as to explain your presence here, we may come to some accord that benefits us all." He shoots a warning look to Cersei, silently cautioning her against making any rash moves. As for Keiladona's inquiry, Tyrion is more than happy to answer.

"My lady, my sister was able to achieve her position through a combination of cunning and... other methods. There are those who would say that she has betrayed her own family to attain her rank, but in this realm, such things are hardly out of the ordinary." Tyrion notices the intense tension radiating from his sister and endeavours to quell her emotions.

"As for your entrance, my

Tyrion raises an eyebrow at Cersei's comment, but remains composed. "I've always preferred standing to sitting for long periods of time," he quips with a smirk. "But I appreciate the concern, sister."

Tyrion shakes his head, hoping to defuse the tension in the room. "My dear sister, is that any way to speak to a guest? Surely there are more diplomatic ways of discussing matters." He turns to Keiladona with a small smile, trying to ease the tension between the two women. "As for you, my lady, I hope your stay here has been pleasant despite any...ah, misunderstandings."

Tyrion's heart flutters a bit at Keiladona's touch, but he retains his composure. "Of course, my lady," he says with a small nod. "I am well aware of the political landscapes and intrigues of the Seven Kingdoms, and I shall lend my expertise to your cause." He gives her a charming smile in return. "And as for my sister, well, she can be...difficult at times. But do not worry, I shall make sure she does not cause any further trouble for you."