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Disapproval (Tyrion Lannister x fem!Martell reader)

Tyrion stared in disbelief as his eyes hit you. You were standing next to the table where your brother Oberyn was sitting casually. Tyrion had known that Oberyn was in the brothel, but no one had warned him about you. You were lovely, with the tanned skin that all the men and women of Dorne possessed, long dark tresses and the same dark eyes as your brother. "Ah! The Imp!" Oberyn cried, earning a smack on the arm from you.

"Prince Oberyn," Tyrion greeted before returning his gaze to you, "And this lovely creature?" You rolled your eyes and laughed lowly. "This is my sister, Y/N. She insisted on travelling with me, and who am I to deny my precious gem of a sister?" You bent down and kissed his cheek. "I would not have expected the Princess of Dorne to take up residence in a brothel," Tyrion replied. You scoffed as your brother gave a smirk.

"My brother and his paramour will not let me out of their sights. It was my brother's one condition of my travelling with them," you informed Tyrion. "Perhaps I could accompany the princess on a tour of King's Landing? I am certain she will find it much more entertaining than Lord Baelish's brothel." Oberyn's gaze flicked up to you before returning to Tyrion. "You believe I would trust a Lannister to protect my sister?" You lightly slapped his arm again and approached Tyrion. "I do believe I would enjoy your company, Lord Tyrion."

Over the few days, Tyrion spent every free moment he had with you. He never tired of talking with you and he hoped you enjoyed his company as much as he loved yours. The two of you grew closer every passing day. Unfortunately for the both of you, your closeness did not go unnoticed. Tyrion's father, the Hand of the King, had noticed and he was not happy.

One evening, after Tyrion returned you to the care of your flirtatious and over-protective brother, he was summoned by his father. The door had barely closed behind Tyrion when Tywin began speaking. "You will cease your relations with the Dornish princess immediately." Tyrion cocked a brow at his father. "There are no 'relations' between Princess Y/N and myself and even if there were, why would I stop them?" Tyrion asked. Tywin pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Everyone knew the one thing Tywin prized above all else was the family name. Lannister.

"You will because I demand it. I will not have you sully the Lannister name by throwing in your lot with a Martell. If you are merely looking for a screw, find a brothel. Leave the Dornish woman alone," Tywin commanded rising from his seat slowly to tower over his youngest son. Tyrion realized that his father believed him to be romantically involved with you. Tyrion shook his head, laughing. "Am I amusing to you? I am telling you to end whatever fling it is you have with the princess." Tyrion said nothing. He walked out of the room, leaving Tywin gaping after him.

Tyrion quickly made his way back to the brothel. "Ah, Lord Tyrion! You simply couldn't stay away, could you?" you asked with a flirtatious wink. You did have Dornish blood after all. "I must speak with you, in private," he said, a small smirk playing on his lips. You followed him to an empty room. He turned to face you and explained what had transpired between him and his father. "So, Tywin believes that you and I are intimate? And he has demanded that you end it?"

You chuckled heartily and leaned down to place a kiss on the Lannister's cheek. "I, for one have never been a woman to take orders from anyone. Especially not a Lannister. Perhaps a little...rebellion is in order?" You suggested with a cheeky grin. Tyrion returned the smile and you closed the door softly behind you.

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