Alanna's eyes slowly opened and she took a deep breath. Snuggling into her pillow, she came to find that it was not her pillow, but instead Tyrion. Her eyes fluttered as she felt his hand move slowly across her face brushing her brunette hair away.

"Good morning."

Tyrion said softly looking down at her. Alanna felt her cheeks warm at the sight of a naked Tyrion snuggled against her. Her head resting against his chest, hand brushing against the hairs upon it.

"Good morning."

Her croak of a reply caused him to chuckle and her to blush more. Reaching over Tyrion grabbed the cup of water from the stand and handed it to her. Their fingers brushed together as she accepted the drink and quenched her dry throat.

"Little horse from yelling?"

He questioned reminding her of last night. She scoffed, bewildered by his tongue. Tipping the cup back she downed every little bit of water, having a few small drops trail down her chest in the process.

Tyrion seen this and took advantage of it by leaning over to lick and kiss them. She gasped and arched her back tensing in suprise. Dropping the cup on the bed she looked to Tyrion shocked and breathing heavily. He gave her a cheeky grin.

"Apologies, I too was thirsty."

She rolled her eyes and chuckled a little shoving him away playfully. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed best she could due to the size she was getting.

Putting her hand over her belly she frowned, moving her fingers slowly against the soft and yet hardened skin.

Then unexpectedly she felt something touch her shoulder. Glancing to her right she noticed it was Tyrion's head against her shoulder. His lips kissing her naked skin several times slowly before stopping and looking at her.

She looked at him in return and slowly leaned over against him. Her forehead resting against his as she sighed deeply. To his suprise she unexpectedly brushed her lips against his own.

It was loving and affectionate, truely.

"We should get ready."

She whispered pulling away and standing up from the bed. Tyrion watched as she left him and gathered her clothing and started to dress herself.

He sighed and relaxed against the bed onto his elbow, the blanket draped over his lower half as he just watched her ready herself for the day.

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Alanna found herself wandering rather aimlessly around the palace of Meereen. It was odd to be able to do so without having to be escorted by guards or have the eery feeling of having to look over her back every so often.

It was nice, but extremely odd at the same time.

As she walked she came to a large archway that lead out onto a balcony that oversaw the city of Meereen. She smiled softly gazing out upon the city. Never had she believed she would have been here now.

"My lady?"

A very prominent voice spoke out causing her to turn. It was one of the unsullied. The young boy who she suspected acted as one of Daenerys's generals for the unsullied.

"Hello."

She said softly looking at the boy who gave her a quick bow. She gave him a little head nod in the process.

"Lord Tyrion is finding you."

He said she arched a brow and paused for a moment. The boy apparently did not know English very well at all, but she believed she understood his meaning.

"Looking for me?"

"Yes."

He said towards the correction. Alanna smiled softly again.

"Thank you. Where is he?"

"Room for war."

"Ah, thank you. Could you take me there please?"

The boy nodded and Alanna followed him. The two of them walked in silence for a moment until they came upon the room. The unsullied entered the room first and Alanna followed behind him.

She noticed that there were several men in the room. Several men that she did not know, but Tyrion sat among them.

"Ah, Alanna, welcome."

He said holding his hand out toward her as if beckoning her further into the room to his side.

"Gentlemen, this here is Alanna Lannister, she was on the King's small council as Master of Laws."

Tyrion explained to the rough looking men that sat around drinking wine. Their eyes on her making her feel uneasy.

"A woman? On a council?"

One of the men spit at her feet, causing her to frown. Tyrion looked at the man with narrowed eyes.

"Yes. Yes and probably one of the most capable and powerful women of all Westeros. Power that even outmatched that of the Queen Cersei."

The men all chuckled amongst themselves. Alanna knew these type of men. These were the type of sexist pig headed men that believed that the only thing a woman could do was lay on her back when asked and cook and clean barefoot around a hut.

"I will not speak about our plans in front of some feeble minded pregnant Lannister whore."

One of the men said causing Tyrion to bite his bottom lip. Alanna watched as the man was trying to keep composure of himself.

"She's not a whore, don't call her so."

Alanna knew this tone very well. It was the same one Tyrion took with Tywin before he --

"Gentlemen."

Alanna said speaking up with a small forced smile as she walked further into the room. She had to be strong. She had to be the Lannister that Tywin had molded her into being.

Tyrion watched as Alanna came and stood behind his chair, her hands resting upon his shoulders as if to ease him.

"I understand that our world's are completely different. Here the women are made to be nothing but whore and mules for your needs. But in Westroes, women can be Queen's even without crowns. My late husband was Tywin Lannister, Shield of Lannisport, Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West, and Hand of the King - to two separate King's might I add."

She noticed some of the changes of expression in some of the men when she mentioned Tywin's name and how she was related to him.

"I am also daughter to the late Eddard Stark, who was Warden of the West. I am no simple woman, I am not uneducated nor unexperienced in the manners of war. Before my capture from Tywin Lannister, I was assisting my younger brother as his council, and we were winning every battlw against Lord Tywin. Every. Single. Battle."

She stressed as her hands gently started to massage Tyrion's shoulders as if to help her concentrate.

"So, I am not some Lannister whore, I am much more than that. My husband once asked, "Do you really believe a crown gives you power?" That was his way of telling me that I was no just some small woman who had married a Warden of the West. But a wild wolf who had become a strong lion to one of the most powerful men in all the Seven Kingdoms. I became the wife, to the true King of Westeros."

She said looking around the room having the men look at her with such curiosity she could have sworn that she had not full grown men, but children sitting around gawking at her.

"So, the next time one of you dares to call me anything less than "my lady" I will personally cut your tongue from your mouth and sever it to you and watch with great pleasure as you choak on it."

She felt Tyrion stiffen under her hold at her last words. She knew he hadn't expected it nor any of it and apparently neither had the men.

"So,"

He tone had returned to a more peaceful one and she smiled softly.

"What's the reason for this meeting gentlemen?"