The Imp

(Rhaegon's POV)

"Ah, Ser Rhaegon!" Lord Tyrion said as he sat in a table, "Good of you to come!" 

He was drinking wine as one of his sellswords, Bronn, sat in front of him. I saw that Sandor Clegane was sitting in a corner, drinking by himself. I was in one of Littlefinger's main brothels, completely annoyed that I had to come all this way for whatever shenanigans Tyrion Lannister was dealing with. 

I stood in the middle of the room, seeing several nude women on the bed, looking at me. I imagine the incident that happened months ago was still fresh in their mind, this was the same brothel that it had happened in. 

"Lord Tyrion." I nodded, "I was sent here by your sister." 

He dropped down from his chair and walked over to me, offering me a cup, "Drink?" He asked

I shook my head, "No." 

"Shame." He said, "I always enjoyed your company." 

"I'm here on business." I said

"Ah, I didn't take you for a sellsword." He chuckled as he sipped from his wine

"I'm not." I said sternly, "I'm doing this as a favor for The Queen. And you." 

He nodded as he smiled, "Of course, of course." He said, "I appreciate the concern." 

"Myrcella is fond of you, despite your reputation." I said as I looked around, "Can't have her losing her favorite uncle." 

"Ah." He said, "That is true." 

He walked back to the table as Bronn nodded at me. 

"Ser Rhaegon." He said

I nodded back, "Bronn." I said, "You're still employed by this one?" 

"He pays well." He said, "And I get to fuck whores at my own pleasure, so it's not all too bad." 

"Is that so-" I started

"There you are, fighter." I heard a voice say as I felt arms wrap around my waist

I looked back to see Obara giving me a smile as Tyene walked through the door as well. 

"What are you two doing here?" I asked

"Well, we lost our Father and ended up finding him here." Obara said as Tyene stood to my left

"What's with this lot?" Tyene asked

"Where's Nymeria?" Obara asked me

"Nymeria is or was supposed to be at the Red Keep, waiting on your Father with Ellaria." I said, "But I can imagine that she should be here as well, or on her way here. And this here is Lord Tyrion Lannister and his swords, Sandor Clegane and Bronn the Sellsword." 

I looked back at Tyrion who had a surprised look on his face, "I must be drunk." He said, "Bronn, are those two beautiful dornish girls next to Ser Rhaegon?" 

"You are drunk, Milord." Bronn said, "But aye, that's the case." 

"The Imp?" Tyene looked at me

I nodded, "Yea, him." I said

"He's smaller than I thought." Obara chuckled

"That's.....the point." I muttered

"Ladies." Tyrion smiled as he lifted his cup

"Alright, Lord Tyrion, let's get to business." I said as Obara kept hugging me from behind, "Who tried to kill you and where are they now?" 

"Well the person who tried to take my life is dead already." He said as he drank from the cup, "Courtesy of my Hound." 

He nodded at Sandor who was boringly looking away and drinking. 

"Okay." I said, "I imagine they were hired?" 

"Aye." Sandor said abruptly, "The one's that hired the fucker are still around. Reckon they'll send more." 

Tyene leaned into me, "That is one scary looking man..." She whispered, "He's the Hound?" 

"Be nice." I told her

"He's a good fighter, I hear." Obara said, "I wanna try my hand at him." 

"I don't fight little girls." Sandor grumbled as he looked away

"Why would someone try to get kill Tyrion?" I asked, "And who would do this?" 

"Plenty of suspects, really." Tyrion said, "My own father included." 

I rolled my eyes, "Tywin isn't stupid, hiring some street-level cutthroat." I said, "If he wanted you dead, he'd sic this one's brother on you." 

"The Mountain...." Obara said seriously, "I would love to kill that one." 

"Easy." I told her as I held her arm which was still around my waist, "That fucker is reserved for me." 

"Do me a favor, Ser Rhaegon." Tyrion said, "Handle this for me. They won't try their luck again in a brother. I'll owe you a great debt and you know what they say La-" 

"Lannisters Always Pay Their Debts." I cut him off, "Yes, yes. Where do you suppose I'll start?" 

"I hear Gin Alley is where the cutthroat came from." Bronn said, "Might wanna start there." 

"Oh, take my Hound." Tyrion said, "Sandor, do me this favor. Accompany Ser Rhaegon." 

Sandor placed his cup down and stood up, "If you say so." He said as he walked past us and out the room

"That one's been finding any excuse to leave this place." Tyrion chuckled

"He's gotten tired of fucking." Bronn said, "He wants to kill now." 

"Killing is fun, sometimes." Obara chuckled

"Yes....it is..." Tyene said with a suspicious tone

"Hey." I told Tyene, "No." 

I turned around and pulled Obara in front of me as I gently pushed Tyene towards the door as well. 

"Good fortune to you, Ser Rhaegon!" Tyrion called out

"Mhm." I said

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"What were you two planning to do in a Brothel?" I asked Obara and Tyene as we reached Sandor

The Hound was waiting in the corner of the street outside the brothel. 

"Nothing." Obara said, "Just wait for our Father. King's Landing is quite boring, to be honest. I was going to ask him if I could go and fight some thug or something." 

"I was thinking of poisoning one of the clients there, he was looking at me funny." Tyene said

I stopped and grabbed her hand, "You...." I said as I turned her to face me, "You're quite the troublemaker, eh?" 

I placed my hand on her chin as she looked at me, she gave me a slight smile. 

Tyene was cold to me, at first, when I was in Dorne. After I spent time with both Obara and Nymeria, I eventually had her warm up to me. Turned out, she did in fact want some of me but was upset that she had to share with her sisters. Also, she wasn't happy that I was immune to poison. 

"I'm your troublemaker...." She said as she placed her hands on my chest, "Yours....." 

"Not in the middle of the street, you lovebirds." Obara groaned

"No poisoning, Tyene." I said, "Not here. Not in King's Landing. Something happens to the wrong person and they'll frame you and your Father. The last thing I want is to deal with some bullshit like that." 

"Fine." She said as she crossed her arms, "It'll be boring, but fine." 

"Good." I said

"Can I kill someone though?" She asked

I rolled my eyes, "Always with killing with you three." I said as I shook my head, "It's always 'hey, let me kill that guy cause he looked at me funny.' or 'let me cut that one's tongue off cause he spoke to you in the wrong tone I didn't want him to.' do I have to babysit the three of you and make sure none of you kill anyone???" 

"Yes." They said in unison

I sighed, "Your Father hates me." I said as I turned around, "Having me deal with you." 

"You three lovers done with your shite?" Sandor said with an annoyed tone, "I rather go and kill the fuckers who tried to have the Little Lord killed and be done with it." 

"He's quite rude." Tyene said

"You're ruder." I muttered, "Quiet." 

Sandor spat on the ground and looked around, "Listen up, little girls, Gin Alley is a shithole, filled with fiends and pricks." He said, "No place for women like you." 

"Hm." Obara said, "I may not have my weapon with me, but I can handle myself. No need to worry about me, old man." 

"He's not that old." I said, "And relax, Clegane, Gin Alley will not be an issue for them." 

"They're your problem." He turned around and began to walk away, "Let's go, Ser."

"Trust me, they have been my problem." I muttered

"My pussy hasn't, clearly." Tyene chuckled

I rolled my eyes, "Don't say that out loud, please." 

"Why not?" She asked as she grabbed my hand, "You don't want the people of King's Landing to see the Black Dragon holding hands with a bastard?" 

I frowned, "Don't start." 

"Right, right..." Obara said as we began to walk behind Sandor, "Because if they're to see him with one, he'd rather it be Nymeria. He took her to meet his mother." 

"That's because you two idiots butchered those men!" I said, "And your Father had already taken you ahead of time!" 

"Could've stopped him." Obara said

"I'm not having this argument, now of all times." I grumbled, "Please...." 

"Cut me some slack."