Tyrion Lannister || Willing || Game of Thrones

Fawn

Alanna was relaxing after a long and tedious day in a small tub that the maids had been kind enough to prepare for her.

The water had been boiled and it was nice and hot the perfect thing she needed after dressing up like a merchant and being escorted around Meereen by Tyrion -- who he too had been dressed as such.

Tyrion had explained to her that the best way to figure out what was going on in the city and what needed fixed was to blend in as much as possible.

To make themselves look like Merchants would it gives them the possibility to go down to the ground of the city and examine as to what was going on and what they needed to change without being viewed as the advisors to Daenerys.

Alanna had learn quite a lot.

Including the fact that she could not speak a word of the language spoken here. She realize the Tyrion new very roughly a good amount of it but it seemed that even he needed to practice.

They had found that even though Daenerys had abolished slave trade there were still those that were unhappy with the way they were being treated. Some slaves were preaching to others about an uprising to take their own freedom in to their own hand and to not follow under Daenerys.

Not only that but there was apparently a band of men called Sons of Harpys as Alanna had just learned that had some bad blood with Daenerys and they had come stumbling upon a horrible sceen.

The ships in the harbor had been set on fire only days after Daenerys have left Tyrion in charge of the city.

He had spoken to the unsullied and Tyrion told them to find the person responsible for the burning of the ships. Still there was no news on the whereabouts of the person or persons responsible for the desecration of the fleet.

And that's why Alanna currently found herself soaking in the warm bath Waters. She had had enough excitement for one day and enough excitement to last her entire life.

Today to her seem just like a small glimpse of what was yet to come siding with Daenerys. Even though she wanted to be positive and as optimistic as humanly possible she was starting to doubt the rule of the Targaryen Queen less and less.

With the Queen's absence she knew that only more bad could come if Tyrion did not keep a tight rein on things. She was surprised that Daenerys had left Tyrion in charge of things, all in all Alanna did not agree to this but it was not her place to say. She viewed this as a test that Daenerys was putting Tyrion through to see if he could be loyal and take control when needed.

Basically it was the same thing that's what Tywin did with Tyrion prior and she remembered exactly how all of that played out.

Sighing Alanna pulled herself up out of the bath water having had enough and now found herself hungry. Just as she stood up from the waters the door to her and Tyrion's room opened and she gasped, startled as she attempted to cover herself with her hands as much as possible.

"You'll never believe what I -- "

Tyrion said entering the room and freezing in his spot. His eyes not knowing where to go. He stood there soaking in her appearance.

Her seemingly soft and wet skin was pale before it started to tan tour of her arms and neckline. Her legs were almost a snow-white which shown that she was a true northerner.

Her body was anything but thin instead she had become rather round and squishy from her pregnancy, not just from her stomach by her thighs, hips and arms. Her thighs were very large and her body curvy but not a bad type of curvy.

From her baby bump up to her in large breasts due to the pregnancy Tyrion size moved up to her blushing face and The long dark strands of brown hair that clung to her skin.