Office #19, Tuesday Morning, 9/20

[halfman_lion]

Tyrion swore his paperwork had multiplied itself since last week. He spent the start of his office hours quarreling with it.

When that battle had temporarily fought itself to a draw, he started trying to research ways to fulfill his bargain with Lucrezia.

He hoped Kate could find him a decent tailor; while he maintained he had the right to dress badly, he preferred not to look like a child playing dress-up.

[ooc: open office, yo!]

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[halfman-lion.livejournal.com]

Tyrion wished she'd quit implying she'd kill him if he put a toe out of line; he was sure it was true, it was just a bit humiliating.

Still. She was a girl, and he had the upper hand in so many ways that humoring her in this was a small thing.

"As you wish, Princess," he said. "And as long as you don't send bloodriders or dragons after me, I won't tell anyone that you're here."

This would be suspended if she made a sincere play for the throne in his world, but there was no need to make that argument right away.

[unburnt-queen.livejournal.com]

"Not Princess," she corrected quietly. "Call me Khaleesi, my Lord Lannister. I have dual claims, but one means a queen, and the other means a daughter of one. But thank you, all the same. I appreciate your discretion."

And his kindness. He was not as fearsome as the Lannisters were told to be, but then, what had she expected?