the golden wolf || game of thrones

iv.

in winterfell

"it is true what they say about the northern girls." tyrion said leading the girl towards the bed. "did you hear the king is in winterfell." she said taking off his boots. "i did hear something about that." he replied. "and the queen. and her twin brother. they say that he is the most handsome man in the seven kingdoms."

"and the other brother?" tyrion asked crawling up the bed. "the queen has two brothers?" she asked following him. "there's the pretty one and there's the clever one." he told her. she hummed in response, "i hear they call him the imp."

"i hear he hates the nickname." he told her. "oh? i hear he's more than earned it. i hear he's a drunken little lecher prone to all manner of perversions." she said to him. "clever girl." he smiled. she laughed softly, "we've been expecting you, lord tyrion." she climbs on his lap, but jaimie comes right into the room interrupting them. "should i explain to you the meaning of a closed door in a whorehouse, brother."

"you have much to teach me, no doubt, but our sister craves your attention." jaimie tells him closing the door and walking over to the table. "she has odd cravings, our sister." tyrion replies. "a family trait. now, the starks are feasting us at sundown. don't leave me alone with these people." jaimie says drinking the wine he just poured.

"i'm sorry, i've begun the feast a bit early and this is the first of many courses." tyrion tells him pointing to the girl cuddling into his side. "i thought you might say that, but since we're short on time..." jaimie said as he opened the door "come on, girls." letting in three more woman. "see you at sun down." jaimie said as he walked out.

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in pentos

viserys is preparing his sister, daenerys, to meet khal drogo. he plans on exchanging her for an army to take back the iron throne from king robert baratheon.

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in winterfell

josephine brushed through her long blonde hair as she readied herself for the feast. she never liked the intricate southern hairstyles that her mother did. she settled for two braids tied together in the back. she stood up brushing any wrinkles in her skirts when she heard a knock on her door. she walked over opening it to reveal a very handsome robb stark.

"good evening, princess. i'm here to escort you to the feast." he smiled lifting his arm to her. she let out a small laugh and took his arm. "i thought we settled on josephine when my father is not around."

"i know, but i couldn't help myself." he laughed. "you look beautiful, josephine." she blushed as she looked up at him with a smile. "you look handsome, robb." he smiled down at her as they made their way to the great hall. when they entered she saw her mother looking angrily in the direction of the king as he kissed the woman who poured his wine. "i should go check on my mother. she doesn't look too pleased. i will find you later." she said to him. "i'm holding you to that, princess." he winked at her. gods he was going to make josephine combust.

"i've come to save your mood, mother." josephine whispered to her mother as she came up to her. "thank the gods. you came just in time, my sweet." cersei smiled at her daughter. "good evening, lady stark." josephine smiled at catelyn. "good evening, princess josephine. you look lovely." she told the younger princess. "thank you. that is very kind."

"i noticed you walking in with a certain dark haired boy." cersei whispered to her daughter. "yes, he was kind enough to offer me an escort to the feast. to ensure i wouldn't get lost." josephine replied. "it's the least he could do for his future wife." cersei remarked looking out into the crowd scowling at her husband who lacked any decency. "perhaps he was just being kind. we haven't even discussed the betrothal, mother." josephine followed her mother's eyes to her father groping some woman. she never understood why her father was the way he was. not only was he not faithful to her mother, but how could he just flaunt it for everyone to see. josephine knew her mother wasn't always the easiest to deal with, but she was his wife and his queen. he owed cersei some respect, at least in public.