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A Feast for Desire: A Lannister's Lust - part 1
Feasting and a Lannister.
What could possibly go wrong?
You take a seat next to Tyrion at the royal feast.
The grand hall is resplendent with banners, candles, and an array of decadent dishes laid out on long tables.
Servants clad in rich livery glide among the guests, offering silver trays laden with exotic delicacies and goblets brimming with wine.
Musicians play a melodic tune from their corner, adding to the atmosphere of opulence and revelry.
You glance around at the other guests, noting the whispered conversations and subtle power plays unfolding beneath the surface.
The hall is filled with nobles and dignitaries from all corners of Westeros, each vying for influence and favor in their own unique ways.
Among them sits Tyrion Lannister, the Hand of the Queen.
Initially, you feel a sense of apprehension at being seated next to the infamous dwarf of Casterly Rock.
His family is notorious for their cunning and ruthlessness, traits that have contributed to both their rise and fall in the precarious world of Westerosi politics.
But as you observe him from a distance, there’s something about Tyrion that sets him apart from the rest of his kin - an intellectual spark and mischievous gleam in his eyes that hints at depths unexplored by most.
Tyrion raises a toast, his eyes meeting yours.
Is there something more behind that smirk? He speaks eloquently about the triumphs of King’s Landing and the strength of its people.
The guests around you raise their glasses in unison, cheering as one.
Intrigued by this unexpected display of wit and charm, you engage Tyrion in conversation, delving into the intricacies of Westeros politics.
You find yourself on the same page with him, discussing the power struggles between the great houses and the implications they have for the realm as a whole.
You find yourself engrossed in conversation with Tyrion.
Could he actually be…interesting? As you share your thoughts and insights, you discover that he is well-versed not only in politics but also in literature, history, and various other subjects that pique your curiosity.
His understanding of these matters surpasses even the most learned scholars at court.
Tyrion’s wit and intelligence capture your attention, drawing you into a world of intellectual stimulation and mutual fascination.
The hours pass by in a blur as you explore shared interests and debate various topics, ranging from the machinations of Cersei Lannister to the wisdom of High Septon Maynard.
“A woman of your intellect is a rare gem in these parts,” Tyrion comments, his gaze intense.
The sexual tension between you begins to build subtly as he leans closer, their eyes locked in an intimate exchange.
You sense his interest and attraction towards you, a feeling that both excites and unnerves you.
The feast winds down as the night grows late.
Yet, you and Tyrion remain deeply engaged in conversation, undeterred by the dwindling crowd around you.
As servants begin clearing away empty plates and goblets, Tyrion extends his hand towards you, offering a tempting proposition: “Shall we continue this conversation in a more…private setting?”
You glance around as you leave the feast with Tyrion at your side, acutely aware of the curious eyes following your every move.
The hall is now almost empty, save for a few scattered servants clearing away the remnants of the lavish meal.
Despite the late hour, the candlelight illuminates the room in a warm glow, creating an enchanting atmosphere as you weave through the tables and chairs.
“Lead the way, Lord Hand,” you respond, your heart pounding in your chest as you anticipate what lies ahead.
You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness, but beneath it all is a growing sense of curiosity that propels you forward.
This man, so different from anyone you’ve ever met, has captured your attention like no one else.
Tyrion nods his head in acknowledgment, guiding you through the maze-like corridors of the Red Keep.
The silence between you is comfortable yet charged with undeniable energy.
Eventually, he leads you to a set of heavy wooden doors, where two guards stand watch.
They give Tyrion a respectful nod before opening the door for him and allowing both of you entry.
As soon as you step inside, your eyes are immediately drawn to the opulent décor of his private chambers.
Rich tapestries adorn the walls, while sumptuous fabrics drape over various pieces of furniture.
The fire crackles in the hearth, casting a warm glow around the room and adding to the intimate ambiance.
You feel Tyrion’s presence close behind you as he closes the door softly, sealing you both inside this private sanctuary.
He moves towards an ornate sideboard, where crystal decanters line the shelves.
Without saying a word, he pours two glasses of Dornish Red and hands one to you with a slight bow.
“Tell me, what does a woman of your intellect desire?” Tyrion asks, his voice laced with genuine curiosity.
You take a sip of the wine, allowing its rich flavor to linger on your taste buds for a moment before responding.
The warm liquid serves as a much-needed distraction from the sudden jolt of nerves coursing through you.
“Knowledge…and perhaps a bit of adventure,” you admit, your gaze meeting Tyrion’s.
His eyes twinkle with amusement, and for a moment, it feels like the two of you have stepped into another world – one where only you and he exist.
The sexual tension between you is palpable now, no longer subtly lingering under the surface but rather boldly announcing its presence.
Tyrion takes a step closer to you, his breath light against your cheek as he leans in to speak.
“Then perhaps we can explore…both,” he suggests, his hand brushing against yours.
You feel an electric current pass between your skin, sending shivers down your spine and igniting a fire deep within you.
You’ve never known desire like this before – raw, untamed, and all-consuming.
It’s as if the universe itself conspired to bring you and Tyrion together in this moment.
And now, here you are, standing on the precipice of something truly extraordinary.
You can feel it in every fiber of your being; a new adventure is about to begin.
“Perhaps we can, Lord Hand…perhaps we can,” you respond, a coy smile playing on your lips.
Your fingers intertwine with his as you both take a step closer still.
Tyrion’s eyes darken with desire, and in that moment, all thoughts of restraint and propriety vanish in the face of an overwhelming passion that threatens to engulf the both of you.
The promise of something more brews between you, and as the candlelight flickers in the dimly lit room, you know that nothing will ever be the same again.