Chapter 3: Plans and Perspective

Conflicted.

If Tyrion Lannister was asked to sum up how he feels at the moment, that is the answer he would give. As he is watching the barely responsive Sands be tied up and carried away from the chamber.

He had no love for the Dornish women. In fact, he'd go so far as to say he hates them for what they did to his beloved niece.

Watching them get brutally dismantled was like a dream come true for him. He should be overjoyed that they finally got what they deserved.

But he wasn't.

And the reason is the very man that did the dismantling.

Ser Rhevan Dayne

'Prince Rhevan Dayne' He reminds himself, as he looks at the dangerous dornishman that is walking back toward the table. He seems to have just finished giving instructions to his two companions that came storming into the room.

He knows The Sword of the Morning. Everyone does. He even met the man a few times, when he went to the capital to visit his beloved brother Jaime and his dear psychotic sister.

He was younger then. A squire for the legendary knight standing next to his Queen. Tyrion liked him well enough.

A bit sad and much too serious for someone that young, but what can one expect from a young man that lost everything in such a short time.

A prodigy with a blade. The youngest son of Tywin thought the boy would end up being a good knight. Maybe, if he was lucky, he'd join the Kingsgaurd and follow in the footsteps of his renowned uncle.

He never could've imagined that the somber young boy would end up as the powerful prince that stands before him.

He was a mystery. That is what has Tyrion worried.

While he loathed the Sand Snakes, they were predictable.

He knew what they wanted and while they were a wild bunch, they were easy to control. Not to mention they were loyal to Her Grace.

Now that they have been deposed, for killing their own kin no less, and have been replaced by an unknown he can't help but feel apprehensive.

"I apologize for the chaos. I had hoped that Ellaria and her brood would come without violence but, I suppose that was folly." Speaks the voice of the man on his mind, pulling him back to reality.

"It is quite alright. In fact, I feel it is I who should be apologizing. Had I known of their crimes, I would've had them arrested and sent back to Dorne to face judgment myself." His Queen responds, her eyes cutting to Varys halfway through. She continues, now speaking directly to her spymaster.

"How is it that I did not know of our former allies' heinous transgressions Lord Varys? Is it not your job as my spymaster to know secrets of this magnitude and inform me?" She asks, glaring in his direction.

Tyrion had to admit he was curious about this as well. They could lose an important ally, an entire Kingdom, because of this folly. Something they can't afford if they wish to win this war without having to resort to using the dragons.

"I beg your forgiveness. Doran Martell was a very smart man, my Queen. While I could get my little birds in Sunspear, any that tried to get within the Old Palace were found and removed." The Spider begins, head bowed in submission.

"Ellaria Sand and her co-conspirators were quite thorough in making sure Prince Doran's true fate was not discovered." He finishes. The Lannister supposes that that does make sense though it doesn't really help them now.

"I can confirm his words, your Grace. Doran often warned me to watch my words around children I didn't know. 'You never know when the spider's little creatures are listening.' He'd say." Their guest vouches for his friend.

"I suppose that is fair. Though I ask that you make sure that we are not surprised by anything of this importance again. Or else I may have to find a new Master of Whispers." Daenerys lightly threatens. Varys simply nodded his head in response.

Tyrion feels like now is the time to address the predominant issue at hand.

"An unfortunate situation that, as my queen just said, had we known the truth of we would've handled swiftly and justly. I hope this does not sour the relationship between us and your people." He says to the new Prince leadingly, hoping their alliance can continue.

He doesn't respond to the Hand of the Queen choosing instead turn his attention to Daenerys herself.

He walks towards her slowly, paying no mind to the way Grey Worm shifts into a more aggressive stance. Instead deciding to focus fully on the young Queen in front of him.

As he reaches her, stopping directly right in front of her barely a foot apart, his eyes leave hers and goes to the old knight next to his right. A smile, the first Tyrion has seen from him, stretches beautifully across his face.

"Ser Barristan the bold, it's great to see you in good shape, old friend. The years have been good to you it seems. You don't look a day over 40." He jests, again, for the first time since his arrival. Getting a hearty chuckle from the aged knight.

'A little too hard. An inside joke perhaps?' Tyrion thinks to himself, listening closely to the conversation. This is the happiest he has seen their new acquaintance. Hopefully this can lead to something. An alliance preferably.

"My bones would disagree with you, my prince. It does this old man good to see you alive and well though truly. I was deeply saddened when I got word of your disappearance and assumed death." The knight responds, a happy smile on his face.

"Well I couldn't just go and die in some foreign land now could I. There is still too much left for me to do. I have yet to even catch up to your lengthy list of accomplishments. I did tell you I'd go down as the greatest knight to ever live, did I not? I can't die yet." Responded the golden eyed liege of Dorne.

"You have long since surpassed me in both skill and prestige my friend, your only competition for that title is dead men." Barristan humbly replies. Prompting an eye roll and a chuckle from his former squire.

"I see you are still as humble as always my old friend." He states before his smiling face switches to a more serious look.

It seems their joyful reunion is at an end. He glances to Daenerys for a moment before looking back at the old legend and speaking.

"I remember when I was a boy, I asked you what your dream was. That if you could have one thing, do one thing what would it be? Do you remember your answer?" He asks, though it seems it was a rhetorical question for he continued speaking, eyes not leaving the grizzled veteran.

"You told me, before your time in this world was up, that you wished to serve a ruler you can be proud of. Someone noble, just, and good. A ruler you can protect with pride knowing they are doing right by the people that are under their protection." He pauses. If possible, looking even deeper into the venerable warrior's eyes.

"Have you found that ruler?" He questions.

All eyes looking to the knight seemingly understanding the importance of his response.

Barristan doesn't answer right away. Instead he breaks eye contact with his former protege in favor of looking directly into the eyes of his Queen. He looks closely as if searching for something in particular, in the beautiful lilac orbs of the women he serves.

She looks back. Face emotionless but her expressive eyes are showing something else.

Suddenly, a smile crosses the face of the aged man and he looks back to the Prince, eyes filled with certainty. Voice filled with conviction as he speaks his answer.

"Yes. Yes I have." He states, with not a shred of doubt in his tone. His words are few, but their impact strong. For the moment he finishes, the tension that built in the chamber snapped.

The Prince stares at the knight longer, as if looking for any iota of uncertainty. Seeing none he nods his head before looking to the Queen and speaking.

"There is not a person alive whose opinion I value more than that of Barristan Selmy. He took a cocky little boy that thought himself a man under his wing and turned me into a man. I would not be standing here before you today if not for his guidance." He declares, voice strong but filled lightly with emotion.

He then slowly goes down to one knee. Getting a small gasp from the young Queen.

"If he says you are a worthy ruler. The worthy ruler he has been looking to serve for his entire life, then I will take his word to heart. We will help you defeat Lannisters and get regain what rightfully belongs to House Targaryen. Dorne and her spears will remain yours, My Queen." He declares, looking into the eyes his new liege. A small smile on his face. His Queen smiles back while replying.

"I accept your fealty, Prince Rhevan. I will do everything I can to live up to the high praise of my dear knight." She says as she looks to her Lord Commander, appreciation and affection shining clearly in her slightly misty gaze.

"Of that I have no doubt my queen." He responds before standing up.

Relief.

That's all Tyrion can feel right now. He can't stop the smile that stretches across his face. He makes eye contact with his packageless friend across the room, and sees a light smile on his face as well.

This was truly a great win for their cause. Not only do they retain Dorne but they also get The Sword of the Morning on their side as well. Things couldn't have gone bett-

"Yes, this is all very touching really, if I still had teeth I'm sure they would be rotten by now, with all this sweetness. But I have lost them, and I will soon lose my ability to walk as well if I stay sitting in this damned chair much longer. So are we done here?" The ever snappy Olenna Tyrell interrupts impatiently.

"Yes, I believe we were in the middle of finishing up our plans of attack. Lord Tyrion if you would repeat your plan for our new ally." Daenerys says after clearing her throat, cheeks a bit red from the chastising by the elderly woman.

"Of course…"

As Tyrion is reiterating his plan he notices a slight frown on the face of the Prince.

As he finishes up, he has a feeling their new ally disagrees.

"Do we have your support?" Daenerys asks, looking to all her allies.

"As I was saying before. You have mine." Yara Greyjoy confirms. She and her shaking brother were quiet the longest, only watching. Apparently feeling no need to insert themselves into something that doesn't concern them. Opting to obverse instead. After her words though.

There is silence.

Tyrion looks to Lady Olenna only to see the aged woman's eyes on the Dornish Prince.

When he looks to the Prince. The man gives his answer.

"It is a good plan Lord Tyrion, but it is flawed. It's too easy to outmaneuver and doesn't account for certain variables." He asserts, eyes locked on the painted table.

Tyrion was taken aback. He happens to think his plan is quite clever.

"I assure you, my Prince. I have accounted for all possibilities and variables. This plan is foolproof and will minimize losses on our side while also ending this war quickly and efficiently." The imp states proudly, he knows how good this plan is. He is the one that came up with it after all.

He looks to his Queen for support only to find her attention is solely on the Prince.

"I have to disagree, My Lord." He responds, and now Tyrion is getting a bit annoyed. He knows this plan will work.

The Prince looks ready to say more but Tyrion cuts him off.

"Well your disagreement is heard and noted but it is the plan. Now-" before he can finish he is cut off himself by the Mourning Star. Whose face now shows his annoyance.

"Tell me Lannister. How many wars have you fought? How many battles have you planned?" He questions, haunting gold eyes staring into said Lannister's eyes making him feel a bit apprehensive as he answers.

"Well, I planned the defense of King's Landing. I saved everyone in the city from Stannis' army at the Blackwater. I-" He begins to counter before he is cut off once again. This time by the Queen of Thorns.

"Oh please. Is that what you have been telling people?" The Lady begins, rolling her eyes, voice derisive in tone.

"Your little wildfire trick may have brought you more time but from what I recall, the city would have fallen had The Reach and Westerland Armies not shown up." She finishes, looking at the small man as if waiting for him to contradict her words.

"Yes well, my 'little trick' saved a lot of li-" He is interrupted once again by the old woman. It seems she is through listening to him talk.

"Yes yes yes. That's all well and good but the fact remains, you would have lost the capital to Stannis had we not arrived when we did. Now, I have heard you boast about nothing long enough. You do not have my vote for this plan of yours. Prince Rhevan I'm sure you have a plan of your own, I would like to hear it. Unlike our Lord Hand here, you have planned multiple campaigns and actually won." She proclaims, moving her eyes to the Prince awaiting his response.

"Thank you lady Olenna. If I may?" He asks, looking to Daenerys for permission to give his own strategy. When she nods he begins.

"Well, first of all. Focusing our attention on Casterly Rock is pointless." He starts but immediately Tyrion cuts in.

"The Rock is the seat of power for House Lannister it is n-" For a third time he is cut off this time by the Prince once more and he seems fed up with Tyrion's continued interruptions.

"The Iron Throne is the current seat of power for House Lannister. Do not interrupt me again Lord Hand. I allowed you to finish your plan. I expect the same courtesy." He declares strongly. Daring Tyrion to speak out again. Which he gets ready to do so but Daenerys speaks instead.

"Do not worry. There will be no more interruptions. Please continue." She says, eyes on her Hand looking at him sternly.

"As I was saying, The Iron Throne is the seat of power for House Lannister and King's Landing it's holding. The only important thing in the Westerlands is it's army. They will no doubt move toward King's Landing as soon as possible. To provide added protection. Now, your plans for besieging the Capital are good and I agree with them. But we can't only focus on offense. We must sure-up our defenses first and foremost." The Prince continues, he moves toward the table and picks up the Unsullied war piece playing with it as he continues his explanation.

"Dragonstone is untouchable. Not only can it only be attacked by sea, something that we would see coming easily, but there are also three very large dragons here that will destroy any enemy fleet that gets anywhere close." He continues, his eyes now on the Painted Table looking towards the south of it.

"Which means they will have to focus their offensive elsewhere. That elsewhere will have to be somewhere inland, accessible and important. There is nowhere that fits that description better than the heart of The Reach. Highgarden." He states, finger on the point where Highgarden is on the table but eyes now locked with the Queen's.

"Not only is it the home of the Lord Paramount of The Reach but, and correct me if I'm wrong Lady Olenna, it holds the largest collection of wealth and food in all of Westeros at one singular point." He pauses waiting for the elderly lady to respond. Though his eyes are still on the Queen.

"You are correct. In fact, we were supplying Kings Landing with most of its food. Half a million people live in that city. Half a million mouths to feed." She answers, smirk on her face as she looks at Tyrion smugly.

"Indeed. When the smallfolk start to starve, they will turn to the Red Keep in desperation. And when Cersei can't provide, they'll begin to revolt, something she can't afford. She and her commanders know this, which means Highgarden is top priority for the Iron Throne." He begins playing with the unsullied war piece again as his eyes turn to Grey Worm.

"So we will need to make sure Highgarden is secure and protected. That is why the Unsullied will accompany Lady Olenna on her journey back home. While the unsullied are fierce attackers, their true strength lies in their defensive capabilities. There is none better in the entire world at protecting a single point than the unsullied." He states putting the unsullied war piece down on Highgarden.

"Now Lord Tyrion, I understand that you want to use the iron born fleet to escort the Dornish army to King's Landing for the siege. The problem with that is, Euron Greyjoy lurking out there somewhere and we don't know his exact location." He begins the next phase of his plan before he is cut off again this time by an offended looking Yara.

"I'm not afraid of Euron. If he shows himself, We'll sink his fleet and I'll take his head personally." The Greyjoy woman boldly proclaims, earning a scoff from the dornishman.

"While I certainly can appreciate your confidence Lady Greyjoy. Crow's eye is considered the greatest sailor in the fourteen seas. That is not a title he bestowed upon himself. It was earned. Caution is the only approach that should be taken when dealing with an enemy of that kind of renown." He tells the Ironborn woman. Though she doesn't look happy she nods her head and seems to concede the point for now and allows him to continue.

"So, we will need to be smart about this. Even though I don't see a maester here, I assume the rookery is still available for use?" He asks the Spymaster, getting a nod in return.

"Good, I'll send word to Sunspear telling them to begin moving the army towards Yronwood and up the Boneway into the Stormlands. It'll be a longer way around but it will be safer." He takes sun-shaped war pieces that represent his forces and moves them down there. With the short pause in his speaking, Tyrion decides to make his thoughts known.

"The Marcher Lords of the Stormlands won't just allow you to pass up that way with no resistance. They will bleed your army the entire way and attempt to block your way through. It could take two, maybe even more, moons to get through them. By that time the war will be over. That is why I decided that passing by sea was not only faster but safer as well. Euron Greyjoy may be a good sailor but he is no god. He can't be everywhere at once. I know my sister, she is paranoid. She will want to keep him close in case we try to attack her by sea and make sure he doesn't betray her. Giving us a chance to ferry your army over and begin the siege quickly." He attempts to sway everyone back to his side. But it seems to have little effect as Prince Rhevan counters his words.

"I can't pretend to know Cersei Lannister's mind as well as you do Lord Tyrion. But from what I do remember of the infrequent interactions we did have, she is no fool. She has brilliant military minds surrounding her, like Randyll Tarly, your brother Jaime and Euron himself. I'm sure she will allow them to do what they do best, and let them win this war for her. They are who I'm planning against and for, not your sister." He answers, silencing the halfman of Casterly Rock.

"And for the Marchers Lords, I agree they could be a problem. Unless we deal with them first. Which we will. By bringing the Stormlands over to our side." He explains, before pausing and looking to the Hand of the Queen. As if waiting for him to interject. Tyrion, not one to miss a chance to speak his mind, does so.

"That would be a waste of time and resources. The Stormlands are broken and weak from the War of Five Kings. Not to mention, Stannis' excursion in the North. They can barely field 5,000 men and most of them green boys and old, past their prime, men. Also, I feel I should mention because it seems you have forgotten, the Stormlords call the Baratheon's their liege. They fought against the crown in Robert's Rebellion and I highly doubt they will follow a Targaryen now. They will only bow to a stag." He makes his point. Poking holes in the Dornish Prince's plan just as he did to Tyrion's.

Call him petty, he cares not.

"Yes I hear your points Lord Tyrion. But you seem to misunderstand, bringing the Stormlands to our side isn't about their men. It's about the optics. Regardless of how weak they are now, The Stormlands are still one of the seven kingdoms. They still hold power in the minds of people in Westeros adding them to our side would help legitimize our Queen's claim further." He starts, and before Tyrion can point out that Rhevan didn't really counter any of the points he made, the Prince continues.

"Now I agree that the Stormlords will only bow to a Baratheon, unfortunately there are none left. Well no legitimate ones at least. Robert Baratheon was as legendary in his whoremongering as he was with his hammer. I know Cersei had his bastards in King's Landing killed but she didn't get the ones in other kingdoms. More specifically she didn't get the one in Storm's End. Edric Storm." He states, shocking the imp.

Tyrion knows of Edric Storm, the young royal bastard conceived on the wedding night of Stannis and Selyse, in their bed, by Robert and Selyse's cousin Delena Florent. It was quite the scandal.

As Delena was a noblewoman, Edric was acknowledged by his father. He was raised in Storm's End under the guardianship of Renly Baratheon. Most importantly, he was out of the eye and reach of Cersei Lannister.

"How do you know the boy still lives?" Tyrion couldn't help but ask. He had no idea what happened with the boy after everything went to shit when Robert died. He had more important things to worry about than a bastard boy.

"The Fowler twins of Skyreach are quite the information merchants. They filled me in on all the happenings with the important families in Westeros for the past four years. They told me the boy was sent to hiding by the castellan of Storm's End to protect him from Stannis' red witch. He returned sometime a few years ago and from what I understand is being groomed as the next Lord of the Stormlands. Though it would be best if you can confirm this for me Lord Varys." He finishes looking to the Spider, who gives him a nod and quick "Of course."

"Good, so continuing on as if the boy is there. We will still need to get him to bend the knee and swear the Stormlands to us. That is where you come in My Queen." He begins, walking around the table grabbing the dragon piece and looking at Daenerys.

"While sailing all the way to Dorne is dangerous, sailing to Storm's End should be much safer. Especially if we have a dragon with us for back up." He explains, and immediately Tyrion catches on to his plan and of course he disagrees.

"You mean to have our Queen sail to Storm's End with her dragon? Are you mad? That's far too dangerous, all it would take is one lucky arrow and it's over. The entire war is lost. And what happens if they see the dragon and don't bend the knee? Will you have her burn Storm's End to the ground? Kill everyone in the castle? How would you even convince them to bend? Legitimizing the Storm boy? The son of the man that took her family's throne? This is foolish. Surely you see that your grace." He rants, eyes moving from the crazy prince to his queen hoping to get her agreement but once again her eyes are only on the mad dornishman. But she does give a response.

"My Hand has a point Prince Rhevan, your plan has merit but this part of it would put me and my goal at risk for little reward. Also, Why should I even consider legitimizing the Usurper's spawn? Let alone keep his castle after everything his father has done." She says, looking at the Prince waiting for his response.

"The reward is not little. The both of you are dismissing the power of the Stormlands too easily. If we get them on our side that gives you another kingdom. Which like I said earlier helps with your cause in the eyes of the lords of Westeros. Also to be frank, you of all people should be the last person to judge another by the actions of their father Daenerys Targaryen. Or do you need to be reminded of the type of monster your own sire was?" He challenges, eyes narrowing. Tyrion can see the anger starting to build in the eyes of his Queen before it goes away and is replaced by shame after hearing his last words. The Prince doesn't wait for a response.

"Edric Storm is not Robert and even if he is a drunken fool like his father, it doesn't matter. His blood is all that matters. He is Robert's son and he has lived in the Stormlands his whole life, the Stormlords will follow him." He finishes looking at Daenerys, who nods and motions for him to continue.

"Now, the reason you must go yourself and with your dragon is twofold. First, you must legitimize him personally and name him your Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, to let all the others Lords of Westeros know that you don't hold grudges against anyone for the actions of the past. If you can forgive the Baratheons for their crimes against your House, they will believe you can forgive anyone. That may be the push some of the Lords that are still undecided need to get them on our side." He walks toward the carving of the Stormlands and places the Dragon piece on Storm's End.

"Secondly, you need to go with your dragon to let the Lords know that they are real. As of right now most Lords don't believe that you truly have dragons. They think it only a myth told to put fear in them to help your cause. They have to see it to believe it. So, you show it to them. Can you ride one of them?" He finishes with a question.

"Yes, Drogon, he is my largest child. I have ridden him before." She answers, seemingly much less reluctant than before.

"Perfect. You show up at Storm's End atop a dragon and I'm positive their knees will bend. If they do not…" He pauses making sure he is making eye contact with her.

"You make them." His words, sending a shock wave through the chambers. Everyone's eyes go wide and Tyrion knows this is his chance.

"You would have her burn innocent people. Be labeled mad like her father. You're insane." He looks to his Queen and this time it seems he has her agreement.

"I will not be the Queen of the ashes. I will not give my enemies a reason to name me Mad Queen." His Queen says resolutely. Tyrion hopes this would get the upstart Prince to back off a bit. But it does not.

It seems to embolden him instead.

"So, what would you rather do if they don't bend? Siege them? That may take half a year if not longer. And as your Hand has said, we don't have the time for that. You have three dragons but refuse to use them. That is idiotic. The Kingdom of Westeros was forged by dragon fire. Aegon and his sisters burned Harren the Black and his sons when they refused to bend. They ended the Gardner line when they thought they could face the might of dragons on the open field. Were any of them remembered as mad? No, because they didn't burn innocent people. They burned their enemies. Those that opposed them and stood in the way of their goals. Fire is a dragon's weapon. How is dying by fire different then dying by a blade? The outcome is the same, you're still dead." He answers fiercely.

"I understand not wanting to burn the Red Keep down. But, you can't just hold yourself back because you fear people will name you just like Aerys. People are already doing that. And even if you win the Throne without using your dragons, without using fire at all. Even if you become the greatest Queen in history. Some people will still call you Aerys reborn or Mad Queen. It's unavoidable. You won't be loved by everyone, it's not possible. I'm sure even Jaehaerys The Conciliator had his detractors. It's unavoidable. Some people will hate you no matter what, because that's just how they are. You can't change that. You can't control that. What you can control is the amount of lives saved by ending this war as quickly as possible. Lives of the people that do believe in you. And to do that you need the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros on your side. One of which is The Stormlands." He closes his eyes taking a deep breath at the same time.

"This is only hypothetical anyway. I'm sure that once they see your dragon the boy will bend the knee. You legitimize him. Then you can return here to safety. No problems. I'll travel with you to the Stormlands if that will help. I will need to make sure the army makes it through the Boneway anyway. And give them further instructions for the siege of King's Landing. Also I still have to deal with Ellaria and her brood. They'll come too, their fate will be decided when I meet with my army." He states, though he seems to be more talking to himself towards the end.

"Anyway, with the Stormlands, Dorne, and The Reach on your side. Plus proving to the rest of Westeros that your dragons are indeed very real and very large, that should be enough to pull the more on the fence lords to our side. And once the Lords with a more fragile allegiance to Cersei realize she is on the losing side they will flock under the Targaryen banner. Leaving her with few friends and fewer options. Making victory inevitable. Once Cersei realizes she has lost. Either because her allies have abandoned her or the smallfolk of King's Landing revolt. She will look to flee. If she tries by sea, we have the Iron Fleet lurking. If she tries by land, it will be to Casterly Rock. A place you know the secret entrance to, Lord Hand, so we can attack it and her at our leisure." He says finally seeming to have finished up his plan.

Tyrion had to admit. He had a point. As much as it pains him. His plan was good. Better than Tyrion's own.

He wanted to dislike the Dornishman.

Inhumanly handsome, tall, strong, a great fighter. Surely something must be wrong with him. He must be slow of wit. Nobody can be this perfect.

He was wrong.

Apparently this man is perfect.

'Well maybe he has a little cock. He has to have some flaw." Tyrion thinks only half serious. While he is contemplating the Prince's manhood. Said Prince ends his long-winded plan.

"Well, that is the broad overview of the plan. We can go more into the logistics of it all later if you all wish. What do you all say?" He asks, looking at everyone in the chamber.

"You have my support, this is certainly a better plan then that clever little scheme the imp tried to make." Lady Olenna gives her approval first. Taking a shot at the little Lannister Lion. Which seems to have become her new favorite pastime.

"Aye you have mine as well, though I don't appreciate your lack of confidence in my sailing ability." Yara agrees, her eyes glaring at the Prince. His face remaining neutral.

"I agree to it. I will go to Storm's End with Drogon and legitimize the boy. As long as you and your people travel with us."

Eyes turn to Tyrion. Awaiting his response, seeing if he has any more petty nitpicky issues with the plan. He doesn't.

"Alright I suppose it is a solid plan. Though I would like to sit down with you and work out the finer detail of it." He says, keeping the petulance out of his voice. Though only barely.

"That is not a problem. I would like to get your opinion on a few things as well. Hopefully we can get this plan fully finished by tomorrow and prepare to put it in action." The Prince responds with a slight smile on his face.

Oh. Well, that's good.

Tyrion thought he would have no say in the battle plans after his plan was basically pushed off to the side.

But it seemed that was not the case. The Prince was asking for his help in finalizing it.

"Perhaps he isn't so bad after all." Tyrion thinks before answering.

"Of course we can meet in my chambers."

"Good, I'll bring the wine." The Prince responds with a smirk on his face. Speaking Tyrion's love language.

Getting a big smile in return from the wine connoisseur.

Oh this may be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.