I know this is a Game of Thrones fic but over the last couple of months I've been enraptured by Wandavision. I was a bit nervous about how Marvel would go on after the Infinity Saga but wow… they've knocked it out the park with this and I'm eagerly anticipating Falcon and the Winter Soldier now!

This chapter introduces a character many people love, and many people hate in Daenerys Targaryen. We are currently in or around Season 5 Episode 8 in the show timeline. Tyrion may have taken longer to leave Westeros in this, but he also could arrive in Meereen faster so for personal ease I've made him arrive at the same time as the show. Obviously though this time he isn't a slave and didn't meet Jorah, instead bringing along Shireen and Davos.

I won't spoil any more though, and I will only hope that you all enjoy the chapter. I own nothing but any OC's that make an appearance. All the recognisable people or places are the property of George R R Martin or HBO.

The Throne Room of the Great Pyramid of Meereen would have been an imposing place for the tallest of men, so for Tyrion Lannister it was even more daunting staring up at the throne at the top of dozens of steps. Sat there was the woman that he had travelled to see, Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of Meereen and Mother of Dragons. Next to her was someone that Tyrion didn't know, but the pair of women were staring down at the small party questioningly.

"I am told that you are Tyrion Lannister." She spoke to him. "And you are Shireen Baratheon."

"We are, Your Grace." Tyrion bowed his head. He saw no need to offend her over titles.

"Kin of Tywin Lannister and Robert Baratheon." Daenerys said judgingly. "Both have tried to have me killed over the years."

"None of whom succeeded." Tyrion remarked.

Daenerys shifted in her seat, although Tyrion couldn't tell from this distance if her body language was positive or not. "No, they didn't. Why are you here?" She asked.

Tyrion turned to look at Shireen and Davos, the two that had joined him. "How much of the past few years in Westeros are you aware of?"

"The Usurper died, and House Lannister saw off all remaining claimants in the war that followed." Daenerys explained.

"Yes we did, and in doing so my siblings have set every House not directly linked to them on a path to rebellion." Tyrion explained. "The North, the Riverlands, the Vale, Dorne, the Stormlands. All of the Houses in these regions would love to see my family dead. You are the one thing in common that can tie these together. All of these Houses united under one goal, to see my eldest brother and my sister dead."

"And you want to dissuade this from happening?" Daenerys asked. "If so you've come to the wrong place."

"I want to aid you." Tyrion said firmly, his eyes narrowing into a glare. "There are many reasons I wish to see certain members of House Lannister dead, not all I will share without a lot of wine, but I killed my Father before leaving the Red Keep and if I had the chance I would have killed my brother too."

Daenerys was staring at him for a moment as Tyrion took deep breaths to calm himself down. "You come here and brag of being a kinslayer? You have an odd way of seeking out alliances, Tyrion Lannister."

"I am explaining the lay of the land." Tyrion told her. "Before you, you see two members of an alliance that exiled you and your brother, while I see the key to you taking the Iron Throne for yourself."

Daenerys leant back as she mulled it over. "Does the Lannister speak for you too?" She aimed at Shireen.

Shireen looked nervously at Tyrion, and he just nodded his head and allowed her to speak. "I am the last of my House now because of House Lannister. They killed my Father in cold blood as he knelt defenceless in the dirt and left my Mother to die in the Black Cells because she followed a different religion. Nothing would make me happier than seeing them all burn, apart from Tyrion. He was forced to marry me but instead of forcing me to consummate and keeping me prisoner like other Lannisters have done to their wives, he saved me from that viper's nest and has been kind to me. He wants to see them dead just as much as I do."

"The entirety of the Stormlands is behind the pair of them, Your Grace." Ser Davos piped up from behind them.

"And you are?" Daenerys asked.

Davos stepped forwards. "Davos Seaworth, Your Grace."

"Ser Davos Seaworth." Shireen corrected. "Regent of Storm's End until I reach my 16th nameday."

Davos looked embarrassed and Tyrion smirked at the elderly man's discomfort. "A more loyal man to Lady Baratheon you will not find, and he can be to you as well if you so decide not to do our enemies a favour and kill us both." The dwarf explained.

Daenerys Targaryen began whispering to her handmaid for a moment before she stood up. "I will not kill you both, but I cannot trust you just yet."

"A wise decision." Tyrion noted.

"You are welcome in the Great Pyramid for the time being. We will discuss what an alliance would mean for the both of us in due course." The Targaryen woman explained. "Turgon Nudha, urnēptre zirȳ naejot pōja tistālion."

Tyrion didn't understand a word of what she had just said, but one of the Unsullied guards bowed his head and turned to them. "This way." He said in a strained accent, and the group were soon led away from the Throne Room with their heads still intact, a fact which Tyrion saw as an extreme positive.

Two ships had been sent from Dorne hailing the Martell sun and spear, and the six rowboats each bringing a handful of Dornish soldiers each armed with long spears. Tyland had been gathered along with Tommen and a couple of the Kingsguard, but he only had eyes for the first longboat sailing towards them. There were only a couple of Dornish soldiers on that one, but there was also the golden hair of the Princess Myrcella sitting at the front with a wide grin on her face.

"She looks well." Tommen said, more in relief than anything. Tyland noticed that he was gripping a Lannister necklace tightly in his hands.

The boats came ashore and Tyland noticed that the only man without a turban daintily helped Myrcella up and off the boat before he joined her, followed by a pair of women, one was dressed in armour holding a large spear and the taller of the pair was in orange silks. Tyland had only seen the boy in passing before, but now he strode confidently over to Tyland and Tommen and introduced himself. "Your Grace. Lord Hand."

"It is customary to kneel before your King, Prince Trystane." Tyland told the Martell.

"It is customary to not murder women and children too, but you are still standing." The shorter of the Dornish women said distastefully.

Tyland went to bite back, but Myrcella placed a hand on the woman's arm. "Obara, please. We have just arrived." She said sweetly, before moving to stand before Tommen and curtseying. "Your Grace."

"Never for you, Cella." Tommen grinned, hugging his sister tightly. "I have missed you."

"And I you, brother." Myrcella smiled brightly. She then turned to Tyland. "Uncle."

Tyland picked up her hand and kissed it. "The Red Keep has missed your presence, Princess."

"Welcome to King's Landing." Tommen proclaimed to the Dornish. "Ser Arys will escort your men to the barracks, Prince Trystane, whilst rooms have been prepared for you in the Red Keep."

"And my cousins?" Trystane asked, an eyebrow raised.

Myrcella turned to Trystane. "Trys." She said quietly.

"We were not made aware that they would be arriving." Tyland said calmly, before turning and whispering into Tommen's ear so that only the King could hear. "They are trouble, Your Grace. It is better to find them rooms inside the castle so that we can keep an eye on them than it is giving them free reign of the city by forcing them into an inn."

Tommen nodded. "Rooms will be made available near you for your cousins too, Prince Trystane. The importance of family is great."

The elder girl scoffed again, her eyes never leaving Tyland's. Trystane however had put a smile on his face and nodded. "Excellent. Shall we move towards the castle?"

Tommen nodded and gestured for everyone to follow. The Dornish guards went first, before Tommen and Tyland led the others. Myrcella quickly joined the golden-haired men at the front. "I was surprised not to see Mother here?"

"She is in the Red Keep." Tommen explained. "Unwell."

"Sulking." Tyland corrected, knowing his niece well enough that she saw through the lie. "Her upcoming nuptials have disagreed with her."

Myrcella chuckled. "It's me, Tommen, you don't need to be so political over it." She rolled her eyes. "I will be sure to visit her tonight."

"Dorne agrees with you." Tommen noted. "You look well."

Myrcella was beaming. "It's so pretty Tommen. You'd love it. The water gardens are the nicest place in the whole of Westeros."

"Are you safe?" Tommen asked, concerned.

"Of course." She responded. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Tommen opened his fist and showed her the necklace that had been given to him by Oberyn. "It was a threat." He said quietly, making sure the three Dornish behind them couldn't hear.

"My necklace…" She whispered. "I lost this when I first got to Dorne."

"We worry for your safety, Princess." Tyland explained.

Myrcella nodded, her eyes locked to the necklace now in her hands. "There is a lot of resentment in Dorne, but I have always been treated with the utmost respect." She sighed and placed the necklace in her bosom for safekeeping. "We will have to talk about all this properly another time." She told them, gesturing her eyes to behind them all.

"Of course." Tommen nodded, the King was starting to grow wiser about his awareness and Tyland was pleased. "If you and Trystane dine with myself, Margaery and Mother tonight we can all catch up. With winter soon on our way and the wedding soon coming up I don't want another large feast to waste food."

Myrcella nodded. "We will be there. Will you, Uncle?"

"Not tonight, Princess. It is best you catch up with your Mother for now. Tomorrow night we can host you both in the Tower of the Hand if you like?"

"I would." Myrcella smiled. The group soon arrived at the Red Keep and Tyland excused himself to head back to work, but as always the presence of the Princess seemed to brighten his mood.

As Margaery was getting ready for her meal with Cersei and Myrcella, her Grandmother was sat in the corner mulling over everything that was happening. Margaery sat still as her handmaiden brushed her hair thoroughly until the Queen was happy with it. "Thank you Sera, please go and inform the King that I will be ready in twenty minutes."

"At once, Your Grace." Sera curtseyed before leaving the room.

With the only occupants now being the Tyrell women, Olenna felt happy opening her mouth. "The Dornish will be a problem."

"I don't trust the bastards." Margaery said bluntly. "The heir seems to be controlled well enough by the Princess, but the bastards worry me. Why would Prince Doran send them?"

Olenna rolled her eyes. "You are brighter than this Margaery. They are expendable and motivated. Their father was killed here in circumstances most believe suspect at best."

"They're out for revenge of course, but who is that limited too?" Margaery explained facing the old woman. "Just the Hand? The Queen Mother too? What about Tommen for declaring Ser Gregor innocent? If Tommen is a target, what about me?"

"They would be foolish to consider you." Olenna said bluntly. "For now they only have the ire of the Lannisters, to add ourselves to the mix is a death wish."

Margaery nodded. "But then Sansa could be too? She has a Lannister son after all."

"That does pose a problem." Olenna murmured.

"We need to help her, Grandmother." Margaery said. "She's already suffering almost nightly with the Hand forcing himself upon her again, and now we have to add a potential threat to her life? She doesn't deserve that."

"She will be fine." Olenna insisted. "I will speak with the Hand of the King myself tonight whilst you go and flatter the Princess and her betrothed. We can protect Sansa at the very least if you are certain she is worth it."

Margaery nodded. "She is the key to the North, and the Northerners detest the Lannisters more than anyone. We just have to be smart about how we use that."

"We can't while this blasted wedding is going on." Olenna grumbled. "Tyland Lannister is the key to it all. With him gone we can break the betrothal and get Sansa Stark in our grasp."

Margaery agreed, but she didn't say any more as she placed a golden necklace around her neck and a golden tiara on her head. "How do I look?" She asked.

Olenna beamed a smile up at her. "Like the Queen." Was her response.

She felt abused and dirty, but there was also a great sense of relief that washed over Sansa when she felt Tyland pull out of her and get off of the bed. From her position on all fours she quickly wrapped herself up in the blankets, desperately trying to push as much of his seed out of her as she could without making it obvious. Usually Tyland would leave without so much as making a noise once he had gotten dressed, but today he cleared his throat and spoke to her. "Look at me." Sansa sighed and clenched her teeth, but she rolled over, desperately covering as much skin as possible. He was buttoning up his tunic and looking directly at her with his cold green eyes. "The bastards of Dorne, they are dangerous and Prince Doran knew what he was doing when he sent them here. I'm putting an extra protective detail on you at all times."

Sansa groaned. "I don't need extra protection, I don't go anywhere and they aren't getting into the Tower of the Hand." She complained.

"Tyrion did." Tyland stated bluntly, and Sansa shivered at the thought of the dwarf murdering his own father. "This is not up for discussion, Vylarr has made the arrangements already."

Sansa scowled. "So instead of one or two red cloaks I'm going to be lumbered with how many? Half a dozen?"

Tyland didn't indulge her, turning around to put on his own crimson cloak over his clothing. "As many as I deem necessary for the protection of my son." He stated plainly. He picked up a stack of papers from a table. "Be sure to wear crimson tonight, along with your Lannister pendant."

She hadn't worn that thing since Joffrey's wedding day. "What is tonight?" She asked.

"Dinner, with the King and Princess." Tyland explained. "With Princess Myrcella back it would be wise to get to know her once more, she can be a valuable ally in Dorne for us all."

Sansa nodded, not wanting to invite two seemingly perfect couples to witness their sham of a marriage but she would play her part. "I'll wear it, but I want an answer from you first." She said to him firmly.

Tyland turned back to face her, one eyebrow raised questioningly. "Go on."

"Arya." She said plainly. "I've not heard from her since the siege has been lifted. I want to know if she is safe, if she is well."

Tyland gave her a look that Sansa had only seen from her mother as she told off a child. "Arya is a wife now, she likely has more important issues at hand than writing a letter." He dismissed coldly. "I will write to Lady Genna, but your sister has her own life now away from you, as you have a life away from her."

Sansa waited until Tyland's back was turned before she scowled. She looked back to her wardrobe where the Stark cloak was hanging and shook her head. The door closed behind her husband and Sansa sighed, letting the covers finally fall as she felt unclean once more. "My family will always matter to me, no matter where they are." She whispered coldly.

Sansa had been right earlier when she said she didn't go anywhere, and as the sun began to set on the day the door opened again and Mira Forrester arrived to help her get ready for the dinner that she was expected to attend. Firstly came the bath, and Mira set about scrubbing Sansa's body as the pair chatted.

"The letter is sent." Mira explained quietly. "I'm friendly with one of the coal boys who's brother works at the docks."

"Enough, I don't want to hear how." Sansa said firmly. "Thank you though, I owe you."

Mira shook her head as she picked up Sansa's leg and washed it. "You owe me nothing My Lady." She said sincerely. She picked up Sansa's other leg then. "I did hear something suspicious on the way back here though in Maegor's Holdfast…"

"Go on." Sansa said, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation.

"The Dornish bastards were whispering to one another." Mira explained. "I wasn't going to listen, but I heard them mention the Lord Hand."

"What did they say, Mira?" Sansa asked.

Mira gulped. "They were talking about Prince Oberyn and getting their vengeance. They said that no Lannister will be safe after all the deaths the Dornish have suffered here. From old to young."

Sansa's eyes sprung open as she sat upright in her tub. "Artos." She whispered. "He's in danger."

"He is safe for now, My Lady. Ser Jasper himself is in charge of the little Lord's protection tonight." Mira explained.

That gave Sansa enough faith to breathe out deeply. Ser Jasper was one of the men that served directly under Captain Vylarr, but he was always kind to Sansa and he looked out for her. She thought that he was a good man. "Once I am dressed go and warn Ser Jasper that threats have been made and to stay cautious." Sansa told her friend. "Stay with Artos until I return." Mira gulped again, but she nodded. "In my dresser there's a blade and a leg strap. Take it with you."

Mira looked impressed. "You have a dagger?"

Sansa shrugged. "Littlefinger gave it to me before he died. I never wanted to touch it before now, but if anybody deserves a Valyrian Steel blade to the heart it's those that would do harm to my son."

Mira nodded at the steely resolve Sansa was showing, but she also gulped nervously. "I don't know how to…" She trailed off, making the motion of a knife to her throat with her finger.

Sansa looked at her friend, and the memory that popped into her head made her lips smile and her heart ache. "If anybody comes to harm him, stick them with the pointy end." She explained.

Tyland was the last one to arrive for dinner having been caught up with Varys. He entered the room in the Tower of the Hand as the other 5 attendees were sat down enjoying some wine. Taking his seat at the head of the table opposite Tommen. "Apologies for being late, Your Grace. Varys wanted to speak about a potential Tyrion sighting."

Tommen looked surprised. "Where is he? Is he in Westeros?" He asked eagerly.

"Volantis, apparently." Tyland explained. "But it is hard to judge, there are so many dwarves in the world."

"But not many with a Baratheon at his hip." Trystane Martell commented dryly, seated on one side of the table nearest Tommen. "The last Baratheon, you made sure of that, Lord Hand."

Tyland nodded, pouring out some lemon water for himself. "As did Stannis by murdering his own brother, if the rumours are true." He stated bluntly, not wanting to be drawn into a war of wordplay with the young man.

"There has been too much killing." Margaery said quickly from beside Sansa at the other side of the table to Trystane and Myrcella. "Thankfully now there can be peace."

"For as long as it lasts." Trystane smirked towards Tyland.

Myrcella shifted in her seat, annoyed. "This isn't a good topic for discussion over dinner." She said. "Lady Sansa, how is Arthur?"

Tyland noticed that Sansa had clearly been thinking on her family as she took a minute to register that she was being spoken to. "I'm sorry." She said quickly once she realised, resetting her face to her courtly expression. "He is well thank you Princess. He's currently being looked after by my handmaiden."

"Ah, Mira." Margaery smiled. "It has been so long since I have seen her, do send her my best."

Sansa smiled and nodded, but before she could speak again the starters were brought out, and then not long after that their main course. As Tyland tucked into his meal formally he left the conversation to the women in the room as they discussed the upcoming wedding of Loras and Cersei.

"Mother is still furious." Myrcella commented with an amused smile on her face. "She's adamant that she will get her way."

"She will hardly be the first woman to be dragged into the sept against her will." Tyland noted. "Nor the last."

"A fact you should know all too well after your own weddings, Lord Hand." Trystane smirked, looking at Sansa. "My Lady, are you feeling well?" He asked her.

Sansa looked up from her meal and glared at the Dornishman. "I am fine, Prince Trystane." She said coolly. "I'm simply focused on my meal."

Trystane sighed. "It is a bit bland for my liking. In Dorne we have such wonderful spices. Perhaps next time we should host you, Lord Hand. You would love our Dornish cooking."

An obvious threat, but not one that Tyland took overly seriously. "I'm not sure it would agree with me." He retorted, registering the look of amusement on the young Dornishman's face.

"Trystane." Myrcella said warningly again.

Trystane bowed his head. "Apologies my love." But the mirth was still in his eyes. "Perhaps it is simply the castle, we in Dorne do not have many fond memories of it."

"That's enough." Myrcella said firmly. "You promised."

Trystane nodded again, but his glare was soon fixed on Tyland. "Apologies, my love."

An awkward silence fell over the table for a moment before Tommen did what he did best and changed the topic to something peaceful. "Cella, I must show you the boat that we take fishing while you are here!"

"Oh it is lovely!" Margaery exclaimed over exaggeratedly. "I was never one for such activities at Highgarden, but the King has shown me truly how good fun it is, we must go!"

Myrcella forced a smile to her lips. "I would love that." She told the Queen. "Now that I am back here for the foreseeable future there are many things I'd like to pick up once more. Dorne is wonderful, but this will always be home."

Tyland almost smiled when he noticed Trystane's uncomfortable face at that statement. "Well we are all delighted to have you back." He commented.

"I promised my Father 6 months." Trystane told them all. "Then we would reassess."

"No, you told your Father 6 months." Myrcella rolled her eyes. "He said for as long as necessary."

Trystane nodded but his eyes glimmered dangerously at the correction. "I suppose it depends on how long I last. Like the Starks, the Dornish do not fare well in the Red Keep."

Silence fell again as eyes turned nervously to Sansa, who to her credit kept her head down. Myrcella however was furious. "Enough." She spat. "If you can't keep your comments to yourself just leave us be. We've all lost people here but we aren't bringing it up at every opportunity."

Trystane initially thought she was joking, but the stern look in her emerald eyes wasn't budging so he placed his cutlery down and stood up. "Very well, I've had enough of Lannister food as it is." He muttered sharply. "Good evening, Lord Hand. I shall see you for the Small Council tomorrow."

With that he left, and Myrcella took a deep breath to calm herself. "I'm sorry." She said. "Things are tense in Dorne, but he swore he would keep his cool."

"Things are tense everywhere." Margaery nodded. "But some comments are best kept to yourself."

"I will have Ser Jaime place additional men by the Dornish rooms." Tyland told them all. "Whatever their reason for being here, there is a clear hostility that must be watched for."

Myrcella sighed sadly. "They are a lovely people, I swear it. They have never harmed me at all since I have been in Dorne."

"Sometimes the threat goes unseen for those too close to it." Sansa said quietly, but her face was firmly moulded into a glare. "But as good friends as we have been Princess, I will not allow any harm to come to my family. We should lock the Sand Snakes up now and use them as leverage."

Tommen sucked in a breath. "Can we please just have a nice dinner?" He asked. "All this hostility is uncalled for. I invited the Martell's here, they are here under guest right."

"As you wish, Your Grace." Tyland nodded, cutting off some lamb meat, but his focus was on his wife as he was impressed by her initiative. The conversation was more small talk after that, and Tyland believed that everybody was thinking similar thoughts to himself, about the dangers of the Dornish inside the castle.

The rough translation of Dany's Valyrian in the first scene is 'Grey Worm, show them to their room' because 'rooms' didn't translate properly. Tyrion and Shireen are only sort of married in Westerosi custom because they haven't slept together. One thing that did occur to me this chapter was that the outrage for that marriage wasn't there when it is a similar situation to another story of mine, The Golden Dragon, where Shireen being forcibly wed to a grown man for her claim caused a massive stir.

Daenerys is so far unsure of them, but the presence and words of Shireen did calm her down. I'm looking forward to exploring that dynamic more as I go forwards.

Back in Westeros though and there's going to be trouble with the Sand Snakes… Doran's seemingly pulled a sly move on the Lannisters by sending them, but in reality did he know or is it a plot by the girls and Trystane? With plots also being formed in the Tyrell camp, the Lannisters might just be surrounded.

I'm not a woman so I hope I've not been overtly offensive with writing from Sansa's perspective at what we would call sexual assault. She really isn't happy at being brushed off about Arya, and she really isn't happy about the Sand Snakes threats. Luckily, she has a small but good support system with her, mainly Mira.

Finally, one of my favourite scenes to write was the dinner scene. I just thought of Myrcella trying to pretend things were good and happy now that she was back, Trystane being obviously angry as well as abrasive towards Tyland especially, whilst Tommen would be eager to just have a calm and uninteresting meal. The scene sprung out from those thoughts and I'm happy with it.

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

Next Time: Loren arrives to a quiet and mournful Casterly Rock, while over in Meereen, Daenerys sits down to work out if she will ally with the Stormlands…

Reviews:

tommyginger: When you posted that I genuinely cursed because I thought I could get away with it! Well done on guessing correctly. Sansa is aware of that, she's learnt a lot over the course of the story. I wasn't originally going to remark on Shireen and Dany's family ties, but this comment made me think about it. We'll see if it slots in.

Supremus85: I mean, firstly if Sansa was looking to murder Tyland she wouldn't go to Cersei for help, and vice versa. Cersei also distrusts any female younger and more beautiful than her because of the prophecy so there's that, if she was going to kill Tyland she would probably try and kill Sansa at the same time.

roggerlopez99: The Lannisters don't know yet and it's up to Varys to tell them, but given that he helped Tyrion and Shireen escape that won't be until it's almost too late…

expert93: I won't lie when I saw this review I got confused. Since the turn of the new year have I given off the impression that the story will die? I'm slow in writing recently admittedly due to some personal circumstances that have taken priority, so I only have one buffer chapter, but this is my main priority now. I will get to chapter 60 and complete this story in 2021, I am sure of it.

sniperbro1998: He's adequate. He can hold his own, but he isn't anywhere close to the level Jaime/Loren are at and would have lost to Oberyn.

Rolling Mist 13: They are just clothes for the Tyrell/Lannister wedding. You're right about the Dornish, and yes Tyland is just trying to scare Tommen.

arthasnhan: I PM'd you my full response and we had a pretty good discussion about your review, but for the purpose of other readers that look at your review I want to double down on the fact that I genuinely laughed when I saw your TL; DR claim that Tyland's defining character trait is looking out for his younger siblings when that's 100% not been the case, or at least it wasn't intentional.

E. Minor25: I'd love to say what I have planned for Rickon but that would be a massive spoiler as I've got a lot planned for the North coming up in a few chapters.