I was asked for a 1920th AU

I have next to know knowledge about this time but I tried my best

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Tyrion slowly put his copy of the Great Gatsby on the table besides his large armchair when he caught her sign. She wandered gracefully through the thick smoke of the café at the Avenue de l'Opear.

She was stunning, not wearing flappers like most women did these days but an elegant blue dress embroidered with silver. Her auburn hair was braided short and filled with hairpins showing glittering butterflies. He had already an idea who she was but wasn't sure yet.

Tyrion followed her with his eyes when she went to the bar and Tyrion could hear her asking the bartender something in a prominent American accent over the silent costumers of the cafe. Now Tyrion was sure she was Sansa Stark. He smiled winning seeing the bartender pointing in the direction of his booth.

His father had sent Tyrion to Paris to overlook their investments in the city. Paris overflowed with people, nearly three million by now, good times for Americans with real property. To his ever going offense his father had sent him, the Harvard graduate, best of his year to do the job of an accountant.

Tyrion didn't like the city, of course the lack of prohibition in Europe was nice, but else? He preferred the Jazz clubs of New York and the Art Deco over the French capitol. Not to mention that he missed his library. He would have studied literature, he could have, but his father had shattered his dream of becoming a professor of literature and had forced him to join the family business, studying law and economics.

However a few days ago he had received a telegram ordering him to escort sweet Miss Stark back to the US. Somehow their families had some bounds in the great mess called New York upper society and her parents were concerned about their daughter. Tyrion was supposed to take her home, their ship would sail in a week.

The young woman, in her early twenties as much as Tyrion could guess, approached him, her dress flattering around her astonishing long legs. She stopped for a moment in front of him, staring at him wide eyed before she found her composure back.

"Miss Stark, I suppose" Tyrion greeted her friendly, jumping out of his armchair and bowed his head. "I see nobody told you about my appearance."

"Mr Lannister" She greeted him hesitating, a light blush on her pale skin "I am sorry, I am"

"Don't be sorry, please sit" Tyrion offered her the armchair besides his and waited patiently until she sat down before doing the same, gesturing the garcon to bring wine. "How do you like Paris?"

"It's wonderful, really" Miss Stark started to speak, visibly relieved to overcome the awkward moment. "The architecture and the art, did you see the Louvre?"

"Oh, I did." Tyrion confirmed to her, smiling at her attitude. "And have you been at the Galeries Lafayette?" Tyrion asked for the famous department store with the glass dome, violating the French language with his tongue.

"Oh I did" Sansa Stark said smiling, searching in her purse after taking one of this long cigarette holders, Tyrion always forgot the name of, in her mouth. She found a cigarette but apparently no fire so Tyrion offered her his golden lighter. "Thank you Mr Lannister"

"My pleasure Miss Stark, but please Tyrion, we will spent a few weeks in each other's company. It would be easier to call me by my name."

"Very unusual, Tyrion" She giggled, light-hearted, blowing smoke out of her red lips.

The garcon brought two glasses of wine to the table and Tyrion tipped him graciously before sliding one of the glasses nearer to Miss Stark. "The best wine of the town, and that means something"

"Thank you" She replied and carefully took a sip, coughing nearly imperceptible, causing Tyrion to grin."

"Your first?"

"My mother is one of the strong spokeswoman of the prohibition." She explained herself, placing the glass back on the table.

"Ah, and I presume the greatest enemy of my sister then." He chuckled seeing her bewildered. "One more reason to enjoy Europe, don't you think? I should get you drunk before we go on board of the ship." The young woman just smiled defensive at his suggestion before grimacing on the ship part.

"No sailor in you Miss Stark?"

"Not really, I was already sick on trip to Europe. And it's Sansa." She explained, averting her eyes a bit, but continued to smile.

"Maybe if we wait a few years we can fly." Tyrion said, drawing her eyes back to him. "The Germans seem to plan to build a zeppelin to fly over the ocean." Tyrion told her excited about the prospect of the new technology of their time, sadly Sansa didn't seem so eager. "Not a bird either aren't we?"

"Not really."

"Too sad." Tyrion commented and an awkward silence returned so he asked: "And what led you to the old world?"

"I study literature and took a semester in England." She said to him, causing Tyrion's eyes to widen

"Do you?" He grinned in anticipation and took his book from the table. "Read this? It reminds me very much of the 'society' we are in."

"Oh I have, but…" Sansa started to tell him her opinion on the book in great confidence and passion. Tyrion started to think he would enjoy the journey back with her more than he had expected.

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