Tyland looked in disbelief, between his brother that was stood, speechless, in the doorway to the room, and his wife that was sat atop him. (Y/n)'s previous look of pleasure having dropped, to be replaced by an anger that he had never seen before from the beautiful princess; it a sight that reminded him that his bride was of the same blood as Daemon, as Maegor the Cruel. The princess quickly pulling the sheet up around her naked body, before climbing off her husband, and making her way to the shocked looking Jason. Though the Lord of Casterly Rock was to find himself even more shocked when her hand connected sharply with his cheek. The slap so harsh that it made Jason stagger back. Tyland quickly moving himself from the bed and making his way to his wife. The younger Lannister twin placing his hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder to try and calm her; but it was obvious that she was not in the mood to be calmed by him, or anyone else.

"YOU!" The princess roared. Both men believing that at any moment fire would come from her kiss blushed lips.

"I do not care who or what you are. I do not care for your position, your titles, or the fact that you are my husband's brother. If you ever.........ever dare to barge your way into my rooms again, without so much as even a knock, I will have your head put on a spike to adorn the wall of Traitor's Walk. I will take your titles, your lands and your wealth and have them bestowed upon my husband. And please do not think that these are empty threats, Lord Lannister. For despite my gender, I can be every bit as ruthless as my predecessors, my grandfather........Now......GET YOU!" (Y/n) growled, as she came up to Jason. The two men in the room staring at the younger woman in continued disbelief.

"My lady." A voice came, interrupting the moment. (Y/n) not having to turn her glare from the older twin, to know it was that of the Lord Commander.

"Lord Westerling........."

"Princess...........?"

"I would like you to take Lord Lannister from my sight, before I do something, he will regret." She said, Jason turning to look at the large Kingsguard. Harrold gesturing for the Warden of the West to leave the room. Ser Westerling bowing to the princess, before Evelyne quickly closed the door behind the two men. The maid once more standing dutifully in front of it; waiting for her lady to call on her.

"Wife." (Y/n) struggling to hear her husband, as she could still feel her body course with anger. Not able to believe that anyone would dare to enter the rooms of a princess of the Seven Kingdoms, in such a fashion; least of all when she had been in such a position. It one thing to have her husband see her naked; but his brother.........twin or not, her body was for the eyes of one Lannister, and one Lannister only.

"(Y/n)..........." Tyland spoke again, as he placed his hand on her arm. (Y/n) suddenly turning to look at him. Her hands clenching and unclenching like an angry cat, ready to strike anything that came near it, with its claws. Her chest rising and falling heavily, as she did her best to control the urge to follow after Jason and slap him again. She knew that she needed a release for her ire, something that she could pour all his anger, her annoyance, her embarrassment, into. Something that would take her mind off everything that had just happened. The princess dropping the sheet from her body, before crashing her lips into Tyland's. The Master of Ships feeling the sheet that covered his lower half pulled from him, before his new wife dropped to her knees in front of him. His head falling back, as she took him into her. A loud groan leaving his lips, as her tongue swirled around his length; his manhood hardening in the wetness of her mouth, as she took him deeper and deeper until he felt himself touch the back of her throat. The sound of her gagging on him, sending a rush through his body. Tyland's hand finding its way into his wife's pale hair. His fingers gripping to the platinum strands, as he guided her down onto him. Her movements becoming quicker; her cheeks hollowing, as she took him closer and closer to the point of release. Tyland too caught up in the moment, to care about how she came to be so good at pleasuring him in such a way; only knowing that he wanted her to keep doing it. That he wanted her to never stop. The hair around the base of his cock drenched by the wetness from her mouth. His lips falling open, as she drew herself from his cock, and began to stroke it firmly, while her mouth move to the rest of his manhood. Tyland sure that at any moment, he would surly burst; but as much as he would greatly enjoy spilling his seed over her beautiful face, or down her throat, he wanted to see her pleasured too. He wanted to feel himself back in her warmth; to take her to the point where she was begging him not to stop. Telling him that she too was about to cum. Tyland reaching down and pulling her to her feet.

"Tyland......I......I need you........I need you to be rough with me. Please......" The princess pleaded, before crashing her lips back into his. Their lips not leaving one another's, as he took her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. The Master of Ships, once more, happy to do anything that his wife wished.