(Okay so a few people like this story so here's the next chapter.)
Renly Baratheon? Tyra thought as she headed back down from her Father's office. She had studied men she thought her Father would arrange for her to marry so that Tyra would be prepared but Renly wasn't one of them. She didn't know much about him other then he looked like the spitting image of his older brother Robert. That meant he was at least handsome but what kind of a boy was he? Was he loud and brash as Robert? Stern and joyless as Stannis? The thought terrified Tyra. From what letters she received from her older sister, Cersei described Robert Baratheon as a drunken whoremonger. As For Stannis, Jamie said the stone dragons of Dragonstone had more personality then him. Maybe Renly wasn't like either of them. Maybe he was shy and timid or gentle and sweet. Perhaps it was wishful thinking on Tyra's part but she liked to think her future husband wasn't going to make her as miserable as every other Baratheon man seemed to do with their own wives.
"So whom did Father inflict upon you?" asked a familiar voice as Tyra was walking down one of Casterly Rock's numerous hallways. She smiled and turned to find her younger brother Tyrion leaning against a wall. The youngest child of Tywin Lannister was short and stunted, with a face most would say was anything but handsome. Yet appearances weren't everything in his case as he had the sharp mind of a maester and a heart of gold. Tyrion was the black sheep of the family and yet he seemed proud of the distinction.
"How long have you been waiting there?" asked Tyra.
"Avoiding a question with a question. That means you're either marrying someone young and handsome and are trying to tease me. Or it's someone old and decrepit and you're too embarrassed to admit it," smirked Tyrion. The fact that he already knew about her betrothal didn't surprise her. Tyrion always seemed to know more than he was supposed to.
"Yes I'm marrying Walder Frey. You're looking at the new Lady of the Crossing," joked Tyra. It was a jest her brother would never fall for though. Father hated Walder Frey after Aunt Genna married Emmon Frey, a man far down the line of succession and had no hope to ever be Lord of the Crossing. To have a Lannister marry such an irrelevant speck was a slight on the House and Tyra had no doubt that Father blamed both Grandfather and Walder Frey equally.
"Father would burn the Twins to the ground before he'd let that old perverted wretch lay a hand on you and he'd have to get in line behind Jaime," pointed out Tyrion. Thank the gods he was right about that. Jaime had been protective of Tyra almost as much as Tyrion when they were children. No one could even compliment her without getting a glare from her elder brother. Then he left to Crakehall to squire to Lord Summer Crakehall. Tyra didn't have to worry though as Father was always looming off in the distance, barely speaking to her but always watching.
"You're right. I'm marrying Jon Arryn," Tyra sighed. Another easy one. Jon Arryn was already married to Lysa Tully, a woman not even half his age. It was part of an alliance made with Lysa's father Hoster Tully to join Robert Baratheon during his rebellion against the Targaryens. Tyra didn't envy the woman. The thought of someone that old touching her would have made her puke.
"His wife Lysa will be grateful for you to take her burden. Then again you would too if your husband pisses dust," chuckled Tyrion. Tyra punched him in the shoulder which only made him laugh louder.
"That's not funny but you're right. I'm marrying Renly Baratheon," Tyra stated, trying to see if she could win this little game.
Tyrion frowned, "Renly? I have to say that's not someone that comes to mind and that's why it's probably true." By the Mother how does he always know these things? Maybe Tyra should start reading all those books her brother has around him. Though she would probably need to skip the ones with nude drawings.
"Were you listening through the door?" asked Tyra.
"Sister you wound me. Do you think I'm an invasive peeper?" Tyrion mockingly gasped.
"Only in the brothels," Tyra said matter-of-factly.
"True but not when it comes to my family. I overheard you talking to Uncle Kevan in the gardens and put two and two together," admitted Tyrion.
"Always the little genius," Tyra chuckled. What her younger brother lacked in size, he more than made up for in brains. He always surprised his tutors on how quickly he could learn things and it didn't hurt that he was constantly reading books in his spare time. Tyrion would read history, poetry, law, science, anything he could get his hands on.
"So Renly Baratheon it is. Jaime tells me he's quite the spitting image of Robert," said Tyrion.
"Hopefully that's the only thing he has in common with his brother," added Tyra.
"But the big question is why? What good does marrying the youngest member of House Baratheon accomplish?" wondered Tyrion. He studied Tyra's face before saying, "Something Father already told you didn't he?"
"Renly will be declared Lord of Storm's End and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands," answered Tyra.
"Well that explains it," chuckled Tyrion. His smile quickly faded as his brilliant mind started putting it all together. "You're leaving aren't you?"
"Tomorrow," Tyra nodded. The look on her little brother's face was almost too much to bear. Tyrion may not have had the love of his father but there were other people in his life that loved and took care of him. Uncle Gerion was a father figure to Tyrion growing up which explains where he got his sense of humor from. Uncle Tygett treated him with kindness, Uncle Kevan was always courteous, Aunt Genna was like a surrogate mother, and Jaime always loved his younger brother. But Tygett was dead and Gerion probably was too after his mad quest to sail to Valyria. Jaime left to join the Kingsguard and Genna moved to the Twins with her Frey husband to raise their children. Kevan spent more time with his own children now which left Tyra the only person left in Casterly Rock that Tyrion could truly confide in and now he was losing her too.
"I see," Tyrion sighed. The disappointment was clear on his face.
"I'll write to you whenever I can," Tyra assured him. That didn't seem to cheer him up.
"That's alright. I'm sure Father prefers you to spend whatever time you have with your new betrothed rather than writing letters to an imp," sighed Tyrion. Tyra's little brother was no fool. He understood exactly why Father was sending her away. Plant the strings in little Renly and make him Tyra's puppet and therefore the Lannister's puppet.
"I don't care what Father prefers. When I'm Lady of Storm's End, we shall visit it together. I hear it's one of the most spectacular castles in Westeros if not the strongest," insisted Tyra. Storm's End wasn't the largest castle in the Seven Kingdoms but its strong walls could withstand anything from the constant raging storms that came from Shipbreaker Bay to any siege weapon. Stannis Baratheon held out behind its walls for almost an entire year against a Tyrell siege during the last war. "Maybe one day I could see you named Castellan of Storm's End," she added.
"I doubt the Storm Lords would take kindly to that but I appreciate the thought," replied Tyrion. It broke Tyra's heart she couldn't do anything to help him through this. She was the one he cried to when Jaime was sent off to Crakehall to squire for Lord Summer Crakehall, when Jaime left again to join the Kingsguard, and when Uncle Tygett died and Uncle Gerion left for Valyria. Now Tyrion truly had no one left to confide in. He was going to be alone.
"Let's play one more game of cyvasse. I'll miss our games," Tyra spoke up.
Tyrion threw her a look. "Sister. You always let me win," he sighed.
"I used to. Now I can never win," admitted Tyra.
"Well how about this time I let you win," smiled Tyrion.
Tyra smiled back, "Don't."
(I know it's short but I felt the chapter should focus on Tyrion and Tyra. Hope you enjoyed and please review.)
