Tyrion

He is the first one to go out of his father's new small council chamber just situating near his own room. Pretty convenient, he thought. Aside from the fact that the setting of the first small council meeting in King's Landing is at the Tower of the Hand, it made him seem that Tywin Lannister had also been reclaiming not just his position but also the actual hold of power in the realm.

How admirable

He wondered how his nephew would handle the news that his hand had been holding council meetings in his own bidding rather than the small council chambers where It was usually held. Whether Joffrey would lash about it or miraculously let the matter go, nothing would make Tywin change his mind about such display of power.

Talking about power, his loving father gave him a new position in the small council. He is now the Master of Coin, taking after responsibilities of Lord Baelish. Since he was tasked to leave for the Vale to claim it from the clutches of the unstable Lysa Arryn, who if not mistaken, is reportedly getting worse and worse as the time passes. By taking the Vale out of its neutral status, and especially under the name of his father, the Lannisters are one step closer for pacifying the realm.

But making Littlefinger the Protector of the Vale is not a good idea, he thought to himself.

Knowing the man he and his son had plotted against for him not to get the North will instead, get the Vale is troubling, he is just hoping that his father has Littlefinger working in his wing entirely. But it's Tywin Lannister you're talking about, he thought. He decided not to press on the issue for he assumed that his father knows what he's doing.

He also decided not to dwell on it as he has problems on his own. The responsibility being the Master of Coin. He doesn't know whether he will be thankful that he is now back in the Council and has the power and influence to shield himself somehow from his own sister's threats, or he will view the given position as a burden. Since the Royal Wedding will entail a lot of gold, for which they don't have at this very moment. Aside from the fact that he is better in spending money rather than managing it or even making it.

Nevertheless, the honour of being a council member is already given. Hence, there's nothing he can do better but to face it and think about a solution that will save his ass from his father's scolding and the wedding of the King and Queen. For another matter, he shall also be in deep gratitude of the power that has been given to him. What did my father eat to make him give me this seat? For he got used to Tywin's harsh words at him, but why did he kept on giving him such positions if he thinks that his dimwitted son did nothing but to shame their name?

No.

He shook the thought of the sole reason that he is the son of Tywin. Never in his wishful thinking.

He, Bronn and Podrick made their way back to grounds as quiet as they can. He is not in the mood to speak. Which is a rare occasion. But his companions are polite enough not to press about his demeanor, but if they noticed that it is strange, they just kept it to themselves.

When they are nearing the gate, a familiar face stood at the left corner greeted them. "Going out for a walk?" The man turned to his companions and greeted them in the same manner "Ser Bronn, you look sharp today. Podrick."

The cheerful tone of his son made his brooding mood better. "Not just a walk, my son. This is an official business."

Tyrion stated it in his usual jovial manner, but he is serious. They are going to Littlefinger's brothel to retrieve the ledger from him that concerns the gold of the realm. The nonexistent gold of the realm, he corrected himself. The reason why it was kept in a strange place such as a brothel- he had no idea, and he doesn't want to think about it.

His son's brows furrowed in confusion, "official business?" He slowly stated.

He forgot that he hadn't told anyone of his new position yet, not even the two people accompanying him. This will be awkward. "Yes, for I am the newly appointed Master of Coin."

He said it while keeping a casual face and stare at his son. From the corner of his eye, he can tell that Bronn shifted in his stance. If he looked down at him, he would never know. With his squire, well, Podrick is Podrick. While Tyus has his mouth agape at his announcement.

There is a short pause before his son laughed loudly. As contagious as it is, Ser Bronn joined in but not as brash as his son's and Podrick remained silent. He'll give credit to his squire about this someday. Although he didn't know what the laugh was about for, knowing his son, he let it stay that way.

When the laughter subsided, Tyus speaks up. "By the Gods father, congratulations." He happily said while clasping his hand. "You would do good, the preparations for the wedding needs someone like you."

"I don't know about that my son. I just hope I don't end up mining the Westerlands on my own to produce the gold for your cousin's wedding."

His son put his hand on his shoulder and leaned down to him. "Oh come on, father. You can't be that bad. Well, any worse than the former Master of Coin." The last sentence came off as a whisper that even Bronn who's beside him didn't hear it.

When his son got up, he continued and looked at their back where his squire stood. "Also, can I borrow Podrick from you this afternoon?"

Tyrion was caught off guard with his son's question. Why

Although he is perfectly fine with it, he and Bronn had a plan with Podrick that has something to do with the very place that they are going to. He's certain that his loyal squire deserves a fitting reward after saving his life in the battlefield, and this reward will be served in his own manner.

"May I ask why?" He continued "well, never mind, I'm afraid I'll need Podrick's company in the trip."

Thankfully, his son didn't dwell about where will their journey would be and asked why Podrick's presence is very valuable at this time. The secret will spill. "Very well then, father." Tyus turned to his shield "Ser Bronn can we spar if you'll have free time the next few days? I need to sharpen my swordplay for once in awhile."

Bronn merely shrugged, "Aye boy, no problem with that."

When his son finally bid his leave, they continued to walk, and Bronn asked him. "So when are you going to tell us if it weren't for your the boy?"

Tyrion sighed. "I'm supposed to, my friend. Regardless, you'll now it eventually when we reached our destination."

Tyus

The sun had already set as he is patiently waiting outside of his father's chambers for him to arrive. Tyus chided himself for he forgot to tell him that he would like an audience later this day when they had met earlier. He immediately rebuked it since he is his son and such formalities do not and would not exist between them for all he knew his relationship with his famed father, Lord Tyrion Lannister.

But hey, service for the realm must come first before unnecessary second opinions for his foolish son's ideas, he thought to himself.

In their meeting awhile ago, he also found out from his father's own mouth that he is now the new Master of Coin, hence replacing Littlefinger out of the Small Council for long. Well, what will happen to him now? He found himself partially celebrating as one of the players is now gone, and his plans to have him removed from his seat of power had worked. In addition to the good news that his father had been trusted to handle such position and power from the old lion himself, whom all he knew hated and often branded him as ill- mannered, dimwitted and all other vile names that he don't want to recall anymore.

He is even better that them, he thought. He found it ironic that a man with little to no honor like his grandfather, Tywin Lannister, a queen that doesn't care about anyone but herself like his aunt, Cersei, and a cunt that calls himself a King like his cousin, Joffrey all berates his father the most. Given the fact that it is more grave since they belong to one house.

All this time, Tyus knew that his father did not deserve any of those. He is a good man, and might the best individual that he could ever meet. And now that he is all grown up, he is still and will always be certain that he can't be happier that he is Tyrion Lannister's son.

Leaning on the wall beside the door, he continued to ponder the decision he was about to make. Although he already had it in mind from the start, cementing it with a simple word from his grandfather will change everything for him.

First, he had to talk to his father.

But what could my father advice me about this one?

Tyus slapped himself inside for such a harsh notion. Of Course, his father will give a sound advice for he truly cares about his son, if it's good for him or not.

His musings were interrupted when he heard footsteps and clanging of gears. He looked it up and saw his father with his usual companions. Tyus smiled at them.

"My little boy welcoming his gallant father from his tiring work, how sweet of you."

He snorted to that, "shut it, father." He continued as he turned to Ser Bronn and Podrick, "would Y'all like to have your supper with us? My old man here and I are desperate for anyone's company." He said it with his mocking sweet tone.

Podrick just muttered his approval while it was Ser Bronn who answered him in a bold manner, "very well, but why us? I'm sure the red head Stark would love to supper with you."

Huh, good one Ser Bronn

He bit his lip before replying, "I think she wouldn't like the place we will take our meal." He continued, "and oh, don't worry. It's my treat."

Ser Bronn slightly smiled and nodded. "Just meet us up a half and an hour later at the east entrance of Maegor's." With that, they left and the father and son entered the room.

Tyrion sighed, "Did you just asked Bronn and my squire to drink with you?"

"-to supper WITH US, father. Eat and Drink, we all know that it is somehow bad if it is only the drink alone."

He sat not receiving a reply from his father who is lying in his bed looking consumed throughout the day. "What happened to the old one by the way?" He said bluntly.

"What old one?"

"Littlefinger."

Without opening his eyes, Tyrion replied lazily. "Hmmm. He is going to the Vale."

Tyus got his attentiveness back at this information. "Vale? Why? Is he exiled?"

His father opened his eyes and turned to face him while still lying down. "He was sent to become Lysa Arryn's new husband."

Hearing this, Tyus just slapped his hand on his lap. Tyrion noticed it and added "not a good news? Isn't it."

Sent? What? In- how- who?! "Who sent him?"

He received an incredulous look, "Do you really need to ask that?"

Tyus slumped his shoulders. Apparently, I failed, and grandfather just sent him to another place where he can also be powerful on his own. He slacked in his chair. Whilst he won't be getting the North from Sansa but instead, the Vale of Lady Arryn. Thank you, grandfather, for considering my feelings.

This is still not good

Tywin must've had the idea of having the whole realm under Lannister control through its political and marriage ties. Wise, he thought. But it is still dangerous. Especially the fact that he doesn't trust Littlefinger because he had it in mind that he wants the power for his own and won't be contented in just working for his grandfather.

But hey, what can Tywin Lannister cannot do?

Think justly, and acknowledge the fact that he doesn't know anything, he answered his own question. There are others, he knew it himself. But now is not the right time to enumerate his grandfather's imperfections.

Well at least your Queen is now safe

It is ALSO not the right time to think about a girl he's been thinking about most hours of the day.

Shaking all the unnecessary thoughts at his mind, he asked his father. "I assume you already know that this will result to no good?"

"My yes, of course. But we can't do anything about it. You know your grandfather's words-"

"-are like the will of the Gods." He finished it for Tyrion. "Father, this is a mistake, and I think Gods don't make mistakes."

His father smiled at his notion, "you think highly of Gods, my boy. But if that's true, then we would be living in a peaceful place where your cousin might be the kindest person you'll ever know."

"That'll be shit." He said after snickering.

"Well because it ain't true." He added, "and it will never be. Same with your thinking about the Gods."

Tyus turned serious, "father, I came here to ask you something." He corrected himself, "or just inform you."

Tyrion took noticed of this shift and answered, "and what is that?"

"I'll ask grandfather Sansa's hand for marriage."

After a moment of silence, his father whose faces garners the look of concern sits up and finally speaks. "Are you sure about this?"

He sighed and cast his eyes on his lap like a child being scolded. "Yes, father. She told me that the Tyrells planned to marry her off to Loras."

"and you'll just do it just to keep her away from them?

He looked up to his father's eyes and answered him. "No, father. It's not just that." He bit his lip as he struggled to tell what he is about to say in front of his father. "I... uh-"

"No need to say it, my son." Thankfully Tyrion cut him and raised his hand. "Now, I just want to tell you that you should be certain about this. By the Gods, Tyus. Marriage is for life. Although you are already at your marrying age, and Sansa is a fair lady, I want you to be sure about it before jumping to conclusions. Because, well, I want my only son to be happy." He saw his father smiling at him, and he found himself doing the same.

It has been settled, an audience with his grandfather is all he needed.

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I had to scrap a whole portion of this chapter for some reasons I just knew. Anyway hope y'all like it and let me know if it is bad x