Tyrion's POV

Tyrion sat in the banquet hall after most had dispersed, talking and more importantly- drinking with Ser Davos. They talked of how each of their rulers seemed happy up here. They joked over how ridiculous is seemed that they were where they were. If someone had told either of the men years ago that they would be advising a Targaryen or the bastard of Ned Stark, they would have laughed their faces off.

Even though his mind was clouded by drink, it was easy to see that Dany seemed different up here, and as much as he wished for his Queen's happiness- Tyrion worried she would become distracted from their true goal.

"Well my friend, I think it's time for me to head back to my rooms," his final word came out slurred. And Davos laughed along with him.

"Not without a drink for the road back to my chambers, of course." Tyrion added.

He walked out the hall doors and headed towards his rooms, before he could get there he heard the harsh words of a girl, whose voice was slowly raising in volume. It was the Lady child, Lyanna Mormont- whose voice was escalating at her cousin, Jorah Mormont. A man fully grown, and more than double her age was getting a verbal beatdown from a child. Tyrion would have tried to listen from the confines of his rooms- like most people would, but his chambers were right behind them. And he didn't want to interrupt.

It was no secret that Jorah was to be an outcast here in the north, but he insisted on coming anyway- to serve his queen. But here and now there was no Queen to protect, only the angry and sharp voice of his little cousin- despite Tyrion knowing his crime, he didn't know the reaction he would get.

"You're a disgrace to House Mormont."

"I know my Lady, I-"
"I am not your Lady. You have not earned the right to call me that, and you have not earned the title of Ser with me, Jorah." She spoke his name with disdain.

"I apologize, Miss. I was young and stupid- my decisions were out of desperation-"

"Am I not young? Do you think House Mormont has never been desperate? Because we have, but I would never disgrace my people as you have. And maybe after your death, your actions could have been forgiven- but instead you were a coward. And ran from your problems."

"I know my disgrace, and I will forever be in debt to you for keeping House Mormont alive," Jorah bent his knee and took out his sword, "I make a pledge today, to you- I promise to spend my remaining days restoring honor to the House Mormont- in everything I do. And until you see fit, I will not return home- as the House of Mormont is yours." Jorah bent his head in respect to her.

"As of today you are not welcome to Bear Island, and I don't know if you ever will be. Until you earn that right." The Lady started walking and her steps were getting closer, he knew he would get caught-

She turned the corner and saw Tyrion there, at first there was shock in her eyes, then she turned up her head-as if to say she didn't care who heard, and continued walking on.

Tyrion peaked his head around the corner to see if Jorah was still there- luckily he wasn't , and entered his rooms.

He sat on the edge of his bed and realized the conversation had sobered him up- he couldn't have that. So he filled up his cup, and raised a toast to the fierceness of Lady Lyanna Mormont.