~House of The Fallen Moon~

"Thank you, Tyrion! I've never had my hair cut by anyone aside from myself or my mother before; it looks fantastic!" Rowen cooed happily when the hairdresser had finished. Jumping up, she put the hand mirror down in the stool and knelt down to give Tyrion a hug, much to his surprise. Pulling away she had a smile plastered on her face and took his hands in hers.

"I would be honored if you would join my family and I for dinner this evening; it's the least I can do to repay you for this." She said gesturing to her hair. Tyrion cast a questioning glance up at Bronn and Rowen let go of his hands so she could stand.

"He can come as well; I know my family would be more than happy to have the two of you. Please say you'll come; it's not often we get the chance to meet a high born person as kind as yourself." She said with a pleading look down at Tyrion. With a light sigh he smiled and met her gaze.

"When you put it that way I guess we have no choice. When should we arrive?" He asked.

"Five is our normal dinner time, but it'd be best if you arrived around six. I know my mother will want to prepare a very nice meal for you." Rowen said as they made their way back to the stables.

"We shall be there at six then." Tyrion said with a smile as they stopped at the stable doors. With a wide smile Rowen gave him one more hug and flashed a warm glance at Bronn before heading off toward her home. It didn't take much convincing for her parents to agree to host the little lord, not that she had expected them to need convincing. While Rowen and her mother set to work making dinner, Imogen watched over the three youngest children and their father set Keegan and Efrin to work cleaning up the house. Even though they were a lower family the king had always been grateful for the hard work they all did for him and gave them a decent sized house so that they weren't cramped. When it got to be six Rowen heard a light knock at the front door and turned toward the noise.

"Go ahead and let them in, I'll have Imogen help me set the table." Her mother said with a smile. Giving her a quick hug Rowen ran to the door and opened it to see her guests waiting there. They both seemed surprised when they saw here standing there in a beautiful purple dress that came just below her knees.

"Please, come in. Mother and Imogen are setting the table now, so it'll be a few minutes before we eat. In the mean time I was thinking you might like to meet the rest of my family." She said with a smile as Tyrion and Bronn stepped in to the house. Taking Tyrion's cloak she hung it by the door and did the same with Bronn's sword. Offering Tyrion her hand Rowen lead them in to the main room of the house where most of the children sat playing with their toys or reading.

"My lord, these are the twins." She said as two nearly identical children looked up at him.

"Brin and...Bria? Correct?" He asked gesturing to the boy first then the girl.

"Yes, and that's Efrin over there." She said pointing to the young man reading by the fire. Looking over at his sister and her guests Efrin stood and made his way over to them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Lord Tyrion. My dear little sister told us all of your kindness today; we're all very glad you accepted her invitation to dine with us tonight." He said bowing to Tyrion.

"Please, call me Tyrion, and that goes for you as well." Tyrion said looking at Efrin then at Rowen who smiled sheepishly at the little man. Before another word could be said they heard more people enter the room and turned see two men and Breckin standing behind them.

"Tyrion, this is my father and my brother Keegan; you've already met Breckin." Rowen said gesturing to each of them. Her father and Keegan both gave a greeting nod before the father turned to Rowen and smiled.

"Your mother says dinners ready; take the little ones to get cleaned up. I'd like to speak to his lordship and his friend alone for a moment; we'll join you in a moment dear." He said as Rowen nodded obediently and gathered the children ushering them off to the kitchen. When the other five men joined them Rowen was helping Breckin dry his hands. As Tyrion and Bronn got ready to sit down she quickly went over and pulled them to their feet.

"I'm afraid you'll have to wash your hands before we eat; it's a bit of a rule here. My mother's a bit picky about it." She explained as she waited for them to finish. Turning around Tyrion was about to ask for a towel when Rowen knelt with the towel and dried his hands for him before standing to do the same for Bronn. Soon they were all gathered at the table passing dished around as they filled their plates.

"Oh, I almost forgot! Tyrion, this is my mother and my sister Imogen." Rowen said as she gestured to the two women sitting to her left.

"Mother, this is Lord Tywin Lannister and his friend Bronn." She said looking over at her guests. It seemed that her family had a fair bit of routine in their lives; dinner was served by six, everyone washed their hands before they ate, and all of the girls sat on one side of the table. Tonight was only different because of their guests being there; Keegan sat on the side with the women to make room for Tyrion and Bronn. All through the meal Keegan kept his eyes on Bronn who in turn kept his eyes on Rowen and Breckin sitting across from him. Quite a few times Rowen noticed this, but thought it best not to say anything. After dinner her father got out his flute and began to play as the children, Rowen, and their mother all started to dance. Rowen switched her dancing partner every so often until she had danced with nearly everyone, including Tyrion.

"Come on, Bronn. You're the only one I haven't danced with!" She begged as she tried to get him to dance with her.

"I'd be more than happy to take his place, little sister." Keegan said as he walked over and took her hand, but before they could do back to dancing Bronn stood and took her other hand.

"I never said no to her, boy." He said giving Keegan a warning look as he lead Rowen back to where the others were dancing. They all laughed merely and were having a fun time until Keegan, having had a bit too much wine, walked over and pushed Bronn away from Rowen. Everything went still as Bronn pulled out a knife an held it defensively in front of himself.

"You think I don't see you staring at my sister? You've had your eyes on her all night! Well, don't think I'll let you take her away from us; she's ours not yours!" Keegan slurred taking a step toward the sellsword.

"I think the wine's gone to your head, boy." Bronn said taking a step back.

"Oh, shut it! You think I'm afraid of you, don't you? You think I'll just hand my little sister over to you like some prize?" Keegan said growing more irate. Stepping forward Rowen put a hand on his arm and stepped between them.

"Keegan, we were just having fun. He's not trying to do anything." She said trying to calm him. Not seeming to notice who was speaking to him Keegan let his hand fly striking her across the face with a hard smack that echoed through the room. Her mother managed to catch her before she hit the floor, but Rowen simply glared at her brother and held her cheek.

"Keegan!" Their father yelled as he jumped to his feet. As soon as Keegan turned to face his father Efrin rushed to grab his arms.

"Rowen, I think it would be best if you and the sellsword went outside for a bit." Her father said as Keegan fought to get free from his brother. With a quick nod Rowen took Bronn's hand and lead him to the door where he made sure to grab his sword. As soon as they were outside the door she released his hand and began walking toward a small building at the side of the house.

"Does he get like this every time you have guests?" Bronn asked keeping pace with her.

"No, I don't know why he's acting this way." She said softly. Grabbing her wrist he pulled her to a stop and made her turn to face him. In the light of the full moon he could clearly see he red mark across her cheek and clenched his teeth to keep from saying anything. Turning away Rowen opened the door to the little building and stepped inside. As Bronn entered behind her they heard a deep growl from somewhere in the room, but Rowen simply smiled and knelt.

"It's alright, he's not here to hurt you. Come on, love; it's alright." She said staring in to a dark corner. Slowly, a black dog resembling a wolf made its way out of the shadows and inched its way over to her.

"Kneel down, he's scared because you're much bigger than him." She said to Bronn, but kept her eyes on the dog. Bronn did as she instructed and slowly kelt beside her. Looking over at him she took his hand and held it out in front of him.

"Let him smell you."

"Most people tell you not to show fear either." He said looking at the dog as it got closer.

"I know you're not afraid, so what's the point in saying it?" She said with a light chuckle. He smirked at her comment and gave his own chuckle as the dog sniffed at his hand.

"Bronn, don't!" Rowen said as he moved to rub the dogs head, but to he surprise the dog seemed to approve of this and even licked his hand.

"Kien likes you; you should feel honored, he doesn't like many people." She said as she rubbed the dog's ear. Bronn didn't seem to hear her though as he turned to her and said the one thing she never expected.

"Why didn't you tell Tyrion that Breckin was your son?" He asked. Taking in a sharp breath she looked over at him as though he had cut her.