The sunlight through the silk curtains was strong, it seemed to find its way into the very depths of his mind and poke and prod at his deepest, most secret thoughts.

Tyrion Lannister tossed and turned, his ugly, misshapen face getting more grotesque as the sun hit his face and he scrunched up in pain. His grumbles got louder and louder as the sunlight intensified and focused on his face. He eventually pulled the blankets around him in a last ditch attempt to rid himself of the sun's hurtful rays, the extra layer was, however, not enough to act as a shield against the new day's sun. Having lost his patience, Tyrion threw back the blankets and sat back with his forearm across his brow, "Pod, dammit I have told you time and time again to get thicker drapery. How is a man to sleep when the sun seems intent on destroying my rest and vision."

There was a rustling in the bed beside him, and without removing his arm from his brow, Tyrion tentatively placed his free hand on the bare shoulder of the young, slender, doe-eyed woman beside him. She stirred slightly at his touch but settled into his side, her hand perched on his abdomen and her head peacefully on his chest, however short it was.

"I'm sorry my sweet, did I wake you?" Tyrion's anger subsiding the closer he felt Shae get.

She did not reply verbally, but only bundled the blankets in her fist and brought them up and over her face. Tyrion was content to stay like this forever, but the blasted sun was driving him mad and he needed to make water, though he was loathe to disturb the moment they were having. For a man who often pretended that nothing bothered him, Tyrion was a self-conscious man: he needed constant reassuring that he meant something to people, he had had trouble accepting Shae's affection due to his own lack of positive body image and jealousy. Shae had been with him for countless months; ever since he came across her in his father's army during the Battle of the Green Fork, yet he was still hesitant and caught off guard whenever she told him she was his.

She had been ordered to act as if she wanted him, emotionally and psychically, though Tyrion had all but forgotten that, he wanted the love to be real between them. He loved her, everything about her, her perks and flaws alike, but he knew that she could never truly love him back. His subconscious would remind him that she was a whore, her incorrigible lust for power was what kept her coming back and by his side. For her, he was nothing but a meal ticket, a tiny man that she had to endure fucking to finally achieve her dream of power and wealth. His dream had been to settle down with Tysha, another past mistake and whore of his, but now all Tyrion dreamt of was finding a nice home where Shae and he could live in prosperity and peace until the end of their days. Funny how luck never seemed to favor The Imp.

He must have been dozing off again because he did not feel her mouth until it was halfway down the shaft of his penis, she had a way of catching him off guard with her prodigious sexual appetite. He glanced down but the sheet obscured his view of his lady love, he could feel her lips on his manhood, but could only see the rising and falling of the sheet as she took his dick.

Oh this euphoria was not uncommon, this was how his days usually started, no wonder he was such a morning person!

After a while the momentum got faster and she put her hand around his shaft pumping it up and down using her spit and his pre-cum to reduce any friction. He could feel her tongue begin to touch his scrotum, something new they had been trying. It was magnificent! He saw stars as Shae's licks became more and more confident, until she finally began to suck at it and pull his balls into her wet awaiting mouth, her hand still pumping away at his penis all the while. He took his hand off of his forehead and put it on the bulge under the sheets where her head would be. She understood right away and began to kiss the tip of his penis, using her thumb under the tip to lightly flick upwards, and tracing the prominent vein on his shaft with her tongue. His lips parted in a lecherous moan, carnal grunts escaping his lips as Shae choked on his penis, the wet gurgling and soft whimpers pushed him closer and closer to the edge. He needed to cum, but he wanted to see her face as she poured her heart and soul into this disgustingly heartfelt action. Tyrion grabbed a handful of blanket and yanked it, throwing it bodily off of the bed. Shae looked up in surprise from between his legs, her mouth a mere centimeters above the tip of his penis, a mixture of spit and pre-cum falling from her mouth onto his manhood and thighs.

"I've seen your beautiful face and my day is made," He growled softly, "Now let's finish it together my sweet, then its your turn you damned temptress," Tyrion laughed lazily.

Shae squinted at him mischievously, "As you wish, my little lion,". And when back to work, this time with a fervor, looking him straight in the eye as she took his penis in her mouth and choked on its entirety, her hand gently alternating between caressing his scrotum and prodding at his asshole. This was maximum pleasure, he could get used to this. Tyrion was just about to release his seed and he hated messes, so he caught Shae's eye and nodded, she put her mouth over the tip especially, just far enough down his shaft to catch all of it.

And like that is was over, and eternity of pleasure and grunts and moans gone in one sweaty hot moment, as Shae swallowed his cum. Tyrion was exhausted, he knew there must be a lot of effort in giving fellatios, and was grateful to Shae for letting him have that. It was only right, he knew, to show your appreciation when someone does something kind to you, but he just could not muster up the energy to get between her thighs and test how far his tongue could go into her cunt. He would pleasure his lady later, preferably late at night so he could have the satisfaction of having her scream his name loud enough to wake up Bronn, the sellsword hated that more than anything.

"Was that good milord?" Tyrion opened his eyes only to have Shae's wide brown eyes inches from his face, the mystery and subtle child like qualities in them augmented by their close proximity.

Reaching out and cupping her face, Tyrion rested his head against hers and sighed jokingly, "Well my sweet it could only be better with wine", to which she scoffed at him. Closing his eyes, Tyrion chuckled, "Of course my love, you are the light of my life, nothing you could do would bring me unhappiness. You are mine and I am yours,"

They stayed like that, two lovers just enjoying each others company, for several more moments before they were interrupted by a soft knocking at his door. They both recognized that insecure knocking as Podrick Payne, the shy, introverted, distant cousin of Ser Ilyn Payne.

"M-m-my Lord Hand, have you rested well? You have a visitor, my lord. May I enter?" Pod's hesitant voice reached them from where Shae and Tyrion lay embraced, their bodies intertwined and slick with sweat. Tyrion repressed an impatient sigh, Pod had yet to learn that he did not have to be so formal when it was just them. Shae swatted Tyrion's chest playfully, "Do not be so harsh on the boy, he is still learning. Remember when he was too embarrassed to look you in the eye?" She reminded him, covering her mouth with a dainty hand as she giggled.

Looking at Shae and smiling, Tyrion sat up and called out to Podrick, "Yes lad, I have slept well, though my morning has been the epitome of good living. You may enter Pod,"

"T-thank you my lord, your guest today is small council member, Master of Whisperers, Lord Varys."

Sitting up straighter, Tyrion frowned, What could Varys want? And at this hour? "Yes, yes all good, now enter. I fear this meeting may be short, I have yet to relieve myself,"

Giggling like a small girl, Varys swung the door open, and stepped into the room on small, robed feet. His perfume wafted into the room seconds before he was even fully visible, coating everything in a sticky sweetness. He wore a simple robe, with a deep neckline, and long flowing sleeves that tapered off into drooping points, that reached his knees. The robe itself was a dab one, surely not befitting a man on the small council, but Varys wore it well, adorning his plump neck and fingers with complex jewelry to balance out the blandness of his attire. He made for an odd sight; a grown man wearing a woman's robe, facial powder running down his face due to perspiration, his bejeweled hand hiding his mouth as he giggled like a maiden. Though he may very well be one of the most dangerous men in all of Westeros.

Tyrion made sure not to trust him too much, he called the man his friend to be sure, but he had seen first hand what trust could d to you in the capitol. Take Ned Stark for instance, that honorable bastard had kicked it because he thought he could trust not only Lysa Arryn, but Petyr Baelish. The fool. Tyrion would make sure never to trust anyone in this viper's pit called a capitol, he wanted to keep his head on his shoulders, no matter how deformed it was.

Pulling his breeches back on under the blankets, Tyrion detangled himself from Shae's tired form. "And what do I owe the pleasure of your sudden, unwanted intrusion, friend?" Tyrion joked as he hopped down from his high perch upon his feather bed.

Removing his hand from his mouth, Varys smiled coyly, "Always a pleasure to see you too my friend. I come here with some very significant information; Sansa Stark has been given to Baelish for, well, special training. It's all very unpleasant and that poor girl has my most sincere pity," At this point in his tirade, Varys turned his head to the side, and artfully sniffled. He's a good actor, Tyrion thought sarcastically. Wiping his eyes on a sleeve, Varys turned back to Tyrion and Shae, ho had perked up hearing the Stark girl's name mentioned. Shae had been acting as her handmaiden, and even though she was close to the girl this was the first time she had heard about this. "Her Queen Regent is very cross, and His Royal Highness seems to be adamant on having his future bride learn the ways of the world. And my little birds have informed me that Petyr seems to be a tad bit too happy at this new prospect. It is common knowledge that Petyr loves the girl's late mother, he has even boasted about taking her maidenhead, the scoundrel. But I voice my concern to you, and only you, I think Littlefinger is harboring inappropriate thoughts towards the young miss, and I fear for her safety and purity." Tyrion walked to a table in the middle of his room, and grabbed for the wine skin. Taking three cups he returned to his bed.

Holding the cups out to Shae and Varys, Tyrion proposed a toast, "Well it seems as if Baelish thinks he can outsmart us my friend, and we just cannot have that, can we? I propose we pull the rug out from under him, if we tell the Queen about our suspicions then no doubt my sister will take it as a personal slight and take her revenge. Though if we do not bring this to her, Sansa might be able to finally escape my wretched nephew, and who knows maybe she can come to love Littlefinger." Varys and Shae reached out and took their individual cups from his hand, and Tyrion poured them a Dornish strongwine, darker than blood, and sweeter than vengeance. It was the perfect wine for scheming. When everyone had had a sip, and attested to its vintage, Tyrion continued. "So my friends, what I am trying to say is; we should wait. Let us watch this transaction closely, it is too soon to say whether or not it will achieve success or failure, and we need to be on the winning side to stay alive. If we warn Cersei and nothing transpires, then she will suspect us of treason, and the gods only know she has been waiting for an opportunity to take my head. But if we do not warn her, and Sansa escapes then either we deny knowing anything or we assist the Stark girl. We must play this game of thrones carefully." After a long swig of the wine, Tyrion cleared his throat, his speech apparently over.

Varys set his cup down, and sat on the edge of the bed, with his powdered hands folded in front of him. "So you are saying we watch from behind the scenes? And when we see a shift in power we lean with it?" He clarified, though it seemed as if he had expected Tyrion to suggest just that.

Clapping his hands he stood up again, "Well my friend, and my lady," He began, bowing to Tyrion and Shae as they sat one still under the sheets, the other his wine cup still lingering on his lips, "I will have to warn my little birds to tread lightly, for Baelish will no doubt imagine us to interfere. And I will have a little chat with the Hound, before he leaves."

Bringing the cup down slowly, Tyrion spoke up, "So Joffrey has sent his most prized possessions to Baelish's, huh? Really how that by can be my nephew and be so insipid is beyond me, must be a side effect of being a bastard made through incest. I only hope that Tommen and Myrcella grow up to be more sensible. Well, at least we don't have to worry about the Stark girl getting mistreated, Sandor will protect her until his last breath. The Hound has puppy love for a Wolf Queen, how fitting. Don't you think Shae?" To that he was rewarded a playful whack and a light peck.

Wrapping his arm around Shae's shoulders Tyrion gulped down the last of his wine and bid farewell as Varys strode to the door, "Goodbye my friend, and have a lovely day, I only wish I was the last Lannister you have to see today,"

Varys hesitated by the door, his hand on its knob and his back to them. Finally he turned around to them and bowed, "Oh Tyrion you know you are my favorite lion, farewell dear friend, until we meet again,". And with that he was gone, and Tyrion was left to ponder just exactly what Baelish had planned.