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I know we haven't quarreled once, nor has he bullied me for once, but this was weird. “Prince Kelvin!!” I bit my bottom lip. “Is what Tyrion guessing the truth? I didn't inhale that scent from him, yet he claimed to be the one I had a one-night stand with. The one-night-stand guy is the one that saved me in the woods and I almost caught at the restroom….but I'm not sure if he's the one providing for me since Prince Kelvin claims to be the one-night-stand guy and the one providing for me.” I exhaled a deep breath. Even though I hate Tyrion, I would take his advice this time by being cautious when it comes to Prince Kelvin.

But the Taryn they knew would be partying and tearing the roof down and not sulking in the corner with a barely touched drink. “Don't tell me, the bird you wanted to woo in Harklaw broke you?” Jorah says, and Tarrin's head had whipped so fast to the healer in surprise. “How did you?—” “I mean, no one is that enthusiastic to go on a mission. Especially you,” Jorah shrugs while Enzo lets out a subtle smirk, as pride shines from his mate's direct call-out. “Well, you’re wrong; it's not a volery.” It's the fucking queen, but he didn't dare say that out loud as he leaned over the couch and doused the rest of his drink that burned down his throat.

“And do you know the sad about all of this, Malakai? Jaime is the rightful heir of this pack, not you." The words hit me like a punch to the gut. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Aunt Arya’s eyes softened, just for a moment, but her expression remained stern. "Your father deceived Jaime’s father to take the throne. He wasn’t the rightful heir. Jaime’s father was."

Alex had exclaimed when we met face to face, "Who are you supposed to be?" "I'm Jon Snow,” said my husband straightening up to the maximum, "What are you supposed to be and why are you carrying those boxes on your legs?" "Because I'm Tyrion Lannister,” Alex snapped, pointing to a mark on his face, "The best character in Games of Thrones." Then I had witnessed one of the funniest and most absurd discussions. The truth is that now Milena didn’t want to take off her costume and wanted to dance and have everyone dance for her.

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

Leo retorted, his arrogance palpable. "Everyone has a weakness, even a lunatic like you," I countered. Leo's smile widened as he licked the prison bars and touched his chest theatrically. "I've got plenty of weak spots, Farrow. More than you can imagine." Once we were outside the prison, Jorah's face was tense. "What kind of monster is he?" he asked. "Are you sure he's related to Leah?" "He's her half-brother," I confirmed. "What do you want to do with him? Want me to bring in some specialists to handle this?" Jorah whispered. "You know, to extract information?"

' This earned him quite the glances as many wondered why he was behaving like this. Lavana, who had abruptly awakened, gotten comfort from her mate and was about to doze off again on the comforting chest of her mate, was moved to attempt standing but her mate stopped her. She looked at him in disbelief, pointing at Tyrion. Hearing the word 'Father' had made her open her eyes wide. "That... That's your son?" "Yeah," he replied smugly. "Told you you won't be able to hug him." She sighed in defeat as she dropped her hand. "You win."

All eyes went to Daemon who took confident strides towards her. He side-eyed Joffrey who stood right next to her and smirked. His eyes uncomfortably rested on her hand where the new wedding ring is on her finger. “I never thought you’d be the type of a man who would steal someone’s wife. Where did the honorable man who served my father go, Joffrey?” Joffrey’s face twitched in annoyance. “The old man would be disappointed on you if he’s still around today. He made sure his men are respectful to other families but I guess his own son fell short of his standards.”

Alpha Wayne’s pack was attacked by rogues and they killed him alongside his mate and three sons. “Alpha Wayne’s son?” Carter raised a suspicious brow. “Aren’t Alpha Wayne’s sons dead?” He glanced at me. “They are dead, right?” “Y-yeah.” I stuttered. “I escaped.” Mavros continued his lie. “I couldn’t have the rogues or anyone come after me, so I hid away for years. I changed my name from Ronan to Tyrion.” When he said the name I had given to him, his eyes found mine. “I couldn’t risk anyone finding out. I am only telling you people because I believe the royal family won’t let any harm come to me.”

There was a moment of silence as we all watched Tyrion take a substantial amount of gulps before giving a response. “Well…it's a lucky day because I brought you a souvenir,” Tyrion, belched, and dropped his drink. He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out an envelope, sliding it across the table towards me. “Beta Damon’s wife, Lisa, and his three-year-old son, Jayden.” I almost choked on my drink. “Wait what?” A sly smile gradually drew at the corner of my lip. “Could you please draw me a clearer picture?” I asked, leaning back into my seat.