This Is Me Trying // Tyrion Lannister // (2)

13. Tywin

''Give it to be straight. Am I dying?" Willow mused.

"You my dear are pregnant." Willow stared at him a moment in complete silence before bursting out laughing.

"You are funny!" Willow declared. "Was it just dehydration or low salt?" Willow questioned. "Should I eat more and stay away from water. Oceans and lakes, I mean." Willow clarified.

"I think you are over two moons."

"Stop talking." Willow demanded.

"Is that not possible?" The maester questioned.

"No... I mean... fuck." Willow grumbled. "Don't tell anyone." Willow demanded. "No one. Maester patient confidentiality!" Willow demanded.

"Of course... but the queen-"

"Doesn't give a damn about me." Willow told him. "Odds are she kills us anyways."

"She wont, she is a good woman."

"She is a woman that wants the world." Willow corrected. "Don't tell anyone." Willow instructed.

"If the queen-"

"I can tell her. I will tell her and thank you and ummm..." Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck! Willow thought as she grabbed onto the wall.

"The first few moons are usually the hardest." He remarked.

"Yeah... I got that." Willow agreed. "Thanks doc." She headed outside. She had Tywin's baby in her right now... fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!

"Willow?' she damn near jumped out of her skin. "Just me." Tyrion told her and Willow's hand leapt to her racing heart. "What did the maester say?" Tyrion asked.

"I was stressed. Overly stressed, didn't get enough to eat or drink and it just... bam. Hit me." Willow lied. "I'm tired is the dragon lady killing us?" Willow questioned looking around. "I assume not since you are walking around free.

"She wants me on her council." Tyrion informed her.

"Great, cool, cool, cool..." Willow told him a heavy breath in her lungs.

"Willow? Are you sure something else is not wrong?" Tyrion asked concerned as he held to her hand.

"Yeah. No. I mean... what was the question?" Willow asked out of breath.

"Lets get you to a room so you can lay down." Tyrion suggested.

"That's... a grand idea." Willow agreed. "Is she killing me?'

"What? No." Tyrion assured. "We are her guests. Her council... we are safe here."

"Safe." Willow repeated.

Willow plopped down onto the bed pulling the blankets up around her.

'Tyrion'' she whispered and he turned to her making his way to her. ''No more boats. No more water.' She begged pathetically

''No more boats.'' Tyrion agreed kissing her forehead. ''Get some rest.'' tyrion turned away but he felt her hand grab his arm.

''Stay.'' Willows voice was a mix between a plea and a demand. ''Stay.'' Tyrion nodded climbing up he lay next to her as she curled into him falling asleep. He relaxed into her touch his hand trailed up and down her ribs as he drifted off too.

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Tyrion woke with a weight on his legs his hand moved down feeling the soft skin of willows legs draped over him his eyes stilled closed he let out a sigh his hand running up and down the back of her thigh grazing her ass as he stroked her exposed flesh. He opened his eyes and willow was fast asleep.

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Jorah had went back to the fighting pits masters that he was taken hostage from previously not having anywhere else to go.

'You said that whoever wins will fight at the great pits in front of the queen I won,' Jorah told him

'You struck me!' another soldier shouted in outrage.

'I've been flogged if it makes you happy,' Jorah told him 'I'm the best you've got. If I win the great pit how much can you sell me for?'

'You are a free man you could've gone anywhere why did you come back?' Jorah stepped forward

'Let me fight for her and I belong to you.' Jorah told him.