Tyrion Lannister || Willing || Game of Thrones

Alone

"Those were some of the slave traders that picked you up?"

Alanna questioned as they both left the room. She wasn't able to see their faces clearly when she was running for her life, but the ideal that Tyrion had actually sat down to discuss things when the people that had captured him and Jorah...

She was appalled by the fact that they had apparently been showing such disrespect to Tyrion before she entered and had put an end to it.

As they walked together, Tyrion reached out for her hand and took it in his own. It wasn't unwelcomed, but it was certainly a most unexpected jesture.

"Yes. You heard the ending offer didn't you?"

He asked apparently not wishing to settle on the subject of his capture for too long. Alanna glanced down at him and nodded.

"You've given them seven years to abolish the slave trade."

She answered turning her eyes back forward, her hand going over her swollen belly.

"Do you believe that Daenerys will be happy with how you're running things?"

"I can only hope. I am doing the best I can with what I have."

He said glancing up at the woman as they walked along the long corridors of the palace. Alanna sighed deeply through her nose and stopped her waking, causing Tyrion to do the same.

"I'm worried about all of this. I can't help but feel as if this will all unfold in the same manner as it did when you were Hand of the King."

Alanna voiced her honest worries. When she heard that Tyrion had fallen in battle she had suggested to Tywin that she would like to go visit him. The man quickly shot the idea down reassuring her that his son was not going to die so there was no reason to bother.

She knew Tyrion had no idea.

"Alanna, this isn't King's Landing and Daenerys isn't Joffery."

Tyrion informed her watching as her lips turned into a deep pout. He sighed through his nose as he reached out with both his hands and grabbed hers.

"Why not return to our chambers and rest for a while? You're so far along it's not good for you to be up walking."

St this Alanna couldn't help but allow for her frown to twitch to a small smile.

"Tyrion don't tell me you're concerned for me?"

"I'm always concerned for you."

He quickly blurted out having Alanna's eyes widen slightly hearing his words. She gave a small laugh and grinned.

"I guess I can understand. I'm as big as a house and clumsy upon my feet now that I'm about ready to give birth."

She said softly.

"Fine. I'll return to our chambers. Don't keep me waiting too long. I enjoy your company."

She said with a small smile as she placed her hands upon his shoulder and looked at him with such care, Tyrion swore that his heart had skipped a beat.

"I shall try to hurry. But the weight of Meereen rests upon my shoulders."

He informed her. Alanna smiled softly and walked away. She turned the corner and paused for a moment. Now that she was out of Tyrion's sight, and she wasn't feeling all that tired, she figured she would explore the castle instead.

Besides there was enough unsullied around that she was well protected and the city was more or less at peace, aside from the occasional speaker, but she wouldn't go outside.

Walking the long halls Alanna took a moment to marvel at the walls. She noticed how beautiful and we'll structured it had been built.

Walking, as she knew, would be good for her. She had always watched her mother walking around when she was due to give birth. She recalled her mother telling her that walking helped to make the birthing easier.

So despite what Tyrion wishes of her, she would walk for a bit longer.

But upon her walk she found that going up and down so many steps in different parts of the place made her become lost rather quickly and now she was at the point where she didn't know as to where she was.

Sighing deeply Alanna picked up the ends of her dress and continued moving just as she had done so before. It wasn't as if she were in any danger as she explored. There were enough guards around to keep her safe.

Speaking of safe, Alanna couldn't help but to hear a noise come from a stairwell. Arching a brow she paused for a moment to look down into the darkness of the stairwell which was decending.

It was a deep and rather breathy sound which drew her curiosity toward the sound. Picking up on of the torches that was lit and hanging not far into the stairwell Alanna took it with her as to help add some extra light to her walk.

She was careful to not trip or tumble down the steps. It would be horrible to have that happen in her current condition.

It was extremely dark and she realized that she must have been in the dungeons by now. Figuring that she might turn back was all but forgotten when the sounds became louder and louder than before.

It wasn't long before her foot reached the ground and she was no longer walking down steps.

She moved her torch around trying to peer into the darkness.

The sound loud and echoing off of the walls. Yet she could not see as to what it was exactly. Not until she took a step forward and tripped.

She yelped out and stumbled forward hitting for something hard before her. She blinked several times before placing her hands against what felt like a moving wall.

Only to see that once she opened her eyes, she had a large pair of glowing orange eyes starring right back at her.

Her breath hitched in the back of her throat when she seen large and sharp teeth she themselves before her.

It was then she realized that she was face to face with not one, but two dragons.