Tyland couldn't help but stare at the princess that sat next to him, as she turned her attention back to her grandfather. The oldest daughter of Queen Alicent and King Viserys was beautiful, there was no denying it; more beautiful than Rhaenyra could ever have hoped to be when he and his brother Jason had desired to claim her hand. And Tyland could only presume that there was one reason that the lady was there, and that was because she was his reward. He was to be given a dragon, a Targaryen princess; something that his brother would never be lucky enough to have. And no matter what he had previously hoped the Hand would give him for his loyalty, this was something that he could have only ever dreamed of. The younger Lannister twin slowly letting his eyes wander from her exquisite visage, down to her ample bosom that rose and fell hypnotically. His tongue darting out to lick his dry lips, as he found himself imaging, not for the first time, what it would be like to see that chest uncovered; to be able to touch her. To take her pert nipples into his mouth and caress them with his tongue, before making his way slowly down to her stomach and then to the prize that the lion knew that many a man would give every last thing that he owned, to say was his.

"Well..........." A voice suddenly came, shaking all the thoughts of the lady sat next to him, from Tyland's mind. The lion quickly turning his attention to the Hand on the other side of the large desk.

"Well.............?"

"My granddaughter, a princess of the realm has agreed to be your wife, and that is all that you can say?" Otto retorted. Tyland looking between Otto and the princess, it obvious that his imaginings had stopped him from hearing that this was all real; that (Y/n) was actually going to be his. Though whether she had agreed to the match or been told that this was what she had to do, was a different matter. Not that he was about to question any of this.

"I..........I would be honoured, my lord. The princess.........."

"Good." Otto interrupted, as he got to his feet.

"The septon has agreed that you can be wed tomorrow..........."

"Tomorrow.........?" Tyland queried, a little taken aback by the fact that this would be happening so soon. His eyes going to the lady that was still to say anything about all this. The lion wondering what was going on in her mind.

"I only want what is best for my granddaughter, Ser Lannister; and given our current situation with Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Deamon, the queen and I believe that it would be safer for the princess (Y/n) to have a husband by her side. To have someone to protect her; but if you do not wish to call yourself her husband............"

"No, no..........." Tyland quickly interjected, as he reached out and took (Y/n)'s hand. The princess turning to look at him, for the first time since he had taken a seat next to her.

"I want nothing more than to be her husband. I am more than happy that our nuptials should take place as soon as possible." The lion continued, as he squeezed her hand. His heart racing, as she sent him a soft smile.

"Excellent. Then perhaps you could escort my granddaughter back to her apartments. It would give you a chance to speak before tomorrow." Otto said. Tyland getting to his feet and bringing (Y/n) up with him.

"It would be my please, my Lord..........."

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"It is another gift from Ser Lannister." The maid called out, as the closed the door. The older woman bringing the latest delivery over to the princess, as the others continued to get her ready for the rushed wedding.

The night before, Tyland had walked (Y/n) back to her rooms, little said between them, other than the Master of Ships promising that he would be a good and faithful husband to her. And from the moment that she had risen, a steady stream of gifts had come to her door.

"My lady, look..........." (Y/n) turning from the mirror to see her maid take the latest gift from its box. The older woman holding up a beautiful ruby and diamond set necklace. The princess finding a smile coming to her lips, as her maid brought it over to her.

"Perhaps you could wear it for your wedding. It would go wonderfully with your dress, and when he places the Lannister cloak around your shoulders........he is such a generous man.............."

"It is not his generosity that concerns me, Evelyne; it is everything else........."

"Oh, my lady, men are simple creatures. If you keep their cock wet, their stomach filled and their ego boosted, they will do anything you wish. And even if Ser Lannister proves to lack in certain areas, there is many a young knight to be found that would be more than willing to take his place in your bed........."

"Lina, stop!" Evelyne ordered. The older woman not happy with the younger maid's words.

"Ser Tyland may not be a young man, but sometimes older men are better. I am sure that he will treat the princess well and take nothing but the best of care of her. Not all women can say that of a husband." The awkwardly tall and slender Evelyne continued, as she made her way over to her lady, and turned (Y/n) back to look in the mirror, placing the latest gift at the princess' throat. The rubies and diamonds catching the light that came through the windows.

"You make the most beautiful of brides, and I am sure a good wife as well. Perhaps you should give Ser Tyland a chance to prove that he can be a good husband.......you never know you might be surprised." Evelyn whispered, as she clasped the chain of the necklace together. The gems seeming even brighter, against the skin of the princess. Evelyne making sure that her lady's hair was just so, before helping her to her feet.

"Now, lets get you to your lion..........."