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Pouring myself, another glass of wine, I simply look at what look like a floating box appeared in front of my eyes, I was considering if it was another illusion or magic…

Quickly that last idea disappeared in my mind. After the long night magic had truly left the world after the death of daenerys targaryen and her Dragon, including the two last male inheritance of old valyria.

To think Jon Snow, the boy who he had met the first time he went to the north and his trip to the wall, turned out to be the son of rhaegar targaryen and lyanna stark.

Not like it matters in the end, he just ended up dead like the rest of his Kin like that aegon boy.

Well, he couldn't be so disrespectful at least not to daenerys the mother of Dragon had brought him back to his homeland and gave him what belong to him by birthright for his "faithful" service as her hand of the queen.

Casterly rock.

As he sat in his golden throne he could only smirk to himself.

After the long night the seven kingdoms were in ruin. The main heroes of the Long night who still survived decided to fix it all back together.

Unfortunately, after the end of the long night magic went away from this world. Stormend the Hightower collapse on it self including winterfell.

Turns out buildings, sustained by magic ended up, not being so sustainable after the disappearance of magic.

Thankfully, Casterly rock did not suffer the same faith after unifying once more than seven kingdoms.

He was in charge of the Westerlands And given the high lord ship of Casterly rock unfortunately he had to wipe out some rebellion before continuing on a "peaceful" governance.

Indeed, he had to commit a similar act that his lovely father committed many decades ago.

With his Bannerman he wiped out five different houses all of them, Cadet branches of house, Lannister including the Lannister of Lannisport.

In the end that only made him more hated increasing his reputation as a kinslayer a known fact after he murdered his father and then cost the death of his brother.

As the years went by, he and end up marrying with one of the daughters of one of his Bannerman men.

Frankly, he didn't love the girl the girl was simply a means to an end. He needed an heir since he had made sure to wipe out every other Lannister besides him not including bastards.

The only woman who we could ever love was his beloved tysha who, despite these years of endless searching, could never find not even a single rumor.

He still remembered the expression his damn father had given him when he asked for her whereabouts.

Killing that decrepit old man was one of a few things he could never regret.

That had let him into a depression in his early years as lord of Casterly rock it became even worse when he became independent from the United Kingdom, which was formed after the long night replacing a main monarch a mean leader active as the active monarch voted in by the high Lords of westeros.

But with the Westerlands going independent, it ended this movement since many other kingdoms started doing the same choosing to be independent, then submitting themselves into a voted leader.

After he lost Hope in finding his beloved, he simply decided to focus the rest of his life into bettering his kingdom.

His reputation as the monster who helped the burning down of Kingslanding was never forgotten but at least his actions made so he could live a summer more comfortable life after everything he has done. His Bannerman decided to keep following him instead of going into constant rebellions.

Currently at 97 years old Tyrion lannister first of his name king of the west and the Rock, the golden imp.

Was now staring at the floating shape with some interest, but also with some concern for the unknown illusion.

As he was looking at it letter, starting appearing on the shape of the image, saying a simple sentence.

"Do you wanna go back".

He can only frown at the message what do you mean go back he inquired curious to know what the floating box wanted,

"Go back change everything become a player from the start".

His entertainment slowly faded as he read that last message. Go back the implications on that part made him think of different possibilities but it all went to the same conclusion or at least the conclusion he wanted.

But as he thought about it, he simply shrugged and agree silently in his mind the nonverbal agreement worked since he started glowing in a gold light before he appeared.

A couple hours later, a similar looking body this for the rest of the world will mark the death of Tyrion lannister the first King of the rock in 300 years and the most hated man in Westerlands died of alcohol poisoning.

[Trait: dwarf - remove]

- Later -

When I heard the news of my dear older brother going to Kings Landing to become a member of the King's guard I smiled to myself, knowing that I returned to my old position.

He thought with a smile at least this time his father did acknowledge him as his heir for one simple fact.

Walking through the hallways of casterly rock he smiled to himself, seeing a new perspective from a taller height.

He was surprised when he finally gained cautiousness and realized that he wasn't a dwarf but the change didn't bother him in the contrary he actually enjoyed the change since he didn't have to deal with the discrimination of being a dwarf.

In his past life being a dwarf, limited him too much, now he didn't have to worry about that anymore since ideally, he should be the same height as his father after he finishes his full development.

With that thought in mind, he continue his walk until he got to his bed chamber once he enter the room he immediately pulled out his hand, a black book coming out of nowhere appearing on his hand.

Opening the book he started reading the words carefully and a small smile appear on his face.

[Congratulations on be becoming the heir of casterly rock title heir of casterly rock is added + 3000 added]

Name: Tyrion lannister

Age: 8

Title: heir of casterly rock

Class: none

-stats-

Body:(G-12)

Mind:(G-16)

Spirit:(G-20)

Magic:(G-00)

Credit: 3569

Looking at my status, I smile looking at my credit.

Essentially with this new opportunity to repeat his life, he also received this "system" (which didn't necessarily need to take form as a book but occasionally he uses that form) which showed his physical attributes including giving him this very impressive option called a store essentially the credit he received are a currency which he could exchange to buy stuff from the system.

Touching a part of the page where it says store the page quickly change showing different items with different prices.

The items in the Store displayed a variety of tools, skills, and enhancements each with its own price tag. Tyrion's sharp mind immediately focused on the potential benefits. The categories ranged from simple physical enhancements to weapons, historical tomes, and even abilities that could only be described as magical.

He scanned through the options.

Skills:

Master Negotiator - 800 credits

Swordsmanship (Expert Level) - 1000 credits

Poison Mastery - 1200 credits

Historical Knowledge:

Complete Records of Valyria - 2000 credits

The Secrets of the Maesters - 1800 credits

Mystical Items:

Dragon Egg (Dormant) - 5000 credits

Potion of Minor Magic Restoration - 700 credits

Tyrion's eyes lingered on the "Dragon Egg" for a moment. A part of him wanted to revive the power of old Valyria and perhaps use it to reshape Westeros, but the price was out of reach for now.

Instead, he turned to the more immediate and practical items. He clicked on Master Negotiator, and the screen displayed a confirmation message:

Confirm purchase?

Cost: 800 credits

Tyrion smirked. Negotiation had always been his forte, but there was no harm in sharpening his blade further. With a thought, he confirmed the purchase, and a strange warmth spread through his mind. It was as though every deal he had ever struck became clearer, every subtle trick his opponents used more transparent.

He glanced at his remaining credits 2769.

"Let's see what else I can do," he muttered to himself, browsing again. He decided on Swordsmanship (Expert Level) for 1000 credits. If he was to reshape his destiny, he would need to protect himself, especially in a world that valued martial prowess.

As he confirmed the purchase, he felt his muscles tighten and memories that were not his own flow into his mind hours of practice, duels, and techniques seared into his consciousness. When the sensation faded, Tyrion flexed his hands, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

"Not bad," he said, testing a few sword stances in the privacy of his room. "Not bad at all."

With 1769 credits left, Tyrion closed the Store for now. He had the foundation he needed. His mind raced with possibilities.

This second chance was not something he would squander. He was taller now, a fact that made every interaction with the servants and guards of Casterly Rock different. They looked at him with respect instead of disdain. And with Tywin Lannister still alive, Tyrion's life would be more challenging but infinitely more rewarding if he played his cards right.

First, he needed to secure his position. His father's grudging acknowledgment of him as heir was an opportunity to cement his authority within the Westerlands. Second, he would need allies. And third…

Tyrion glanced at the Store one more time, his eyes settling on the "Dragon Egg" again.

"Magic may have vanished in the future," he thought, "but here and now, it's still alive. And I intend to ensure it thrives under my rule."

For the first time in years or lifetimes, perhaps Tyrion Lannister felt truly powerful.

- Later -

Tyrion stood in the training yard, surrounded by the clang of swords and the shouts of guards. His newfound skills were astounding to those who observed him. The training master of Casterly Rock, Ser Rodrik Kynton, was particularly impressed.

"You've taken to the sword as if you've been wielding it for years, my lord," Rodrik said, watching Tyrion disarm one of the younger knights in a quick, fluid motion.

Tyrion smiled modestly, wiping sweat from his brow. "A bit of practice and a sharp mind can work wonders, Ser Rodrik. Perhaps next time, you might give me a greater challenge?"

The onlookers chuckled nervously. Though only eight years old, Tyrion had already begun earning a reputation not just for his wit, but for his surprising prowess with a blade. As the youngest son of Tywin Lannister, expectations were low yet here he was, proving everyone wrong.

A notification suddenly appeared in the corner of his vision, unseen by anyone else.

[System Update: Achievement Unlocked – Prodigy of the Sword]

+300 credits

Total: 2069 credits

Tyrion resisted the urge to grin. The system rewarded him for standing out, and he fully intended to capitalize on that.

- Later -

Later that evening, Tyrion was summoned to his father's study. The room, dimly lit by a roaring hearth, carried the weight of Tywin's authority. As Tyrion entered, he saw his father seated behind his ornate desk, his cold eyes studying a letter.

"You summoned me, Father?" Tyrion asked, his tone respectful but not overly submissive.

Tywin looked up, his expression unreadable. "Word of your performance in the training yard has reached me. They say you're talented with the sword, on par with your brother Jaime at his age."

Tyrion clasped his hands behind his back. "I merely seek to serve House Lannister to the best of my ability, Father. Whether through words or steel."

Tywin's gaze lingered on him for a moment, searching for weakness or deceit. Finding none, he nodded curtly. "See that you do. I will not tolerate mediocrity from any of my children."

For a fleeting moment, Tyrion felt a glimmer of approval (despite how much he hate the old bastard He still craved his attention didn't he) but It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

- Later -

Back in his chambers, Tyrion sat with the black book [the system guide] open before him. He now had over 2000 credits to spend, and his recent success had given him new ideas.

He accessed the Store once again, scrolling through the items. One in particular caught his eye:

Skill Upgrade – Master Tactician

Cost: 1500 credits

This was exactly what he needed to outmaneuver his father and secure his future. With a thought, he purchased the skill.

[Skill Acquired: Master Tactician]

As the knowledge flooded his mind, Tyrion felt his understanding of strategy, politics, and battlefield command deepen. Plans and counterplans unfolded in his thoughts like a chessboard, every piece falling into place.

"Tywin Lannister thinks he's the only lion in this den," Tyrion mused, a sly grin spreading across his face. "But he's about to learn that I can roar just as loudly."

With 569 credits remaining, Tyrion decided to save the rest for now. There was no rush—he had time, power, and knowledge on his side.

Tomorrow, he would continue training, further cementing his reputation. Soon, he would begin laying the groundwork for alliances and influence within the Westerlands.

This time, he would not just survive. He would thrive.

- Later -

Tyrion paced in his chambers, his mind racing with possibilities. The rebellion sparked by Rhaegar Targaryen's supposed abduction of Lyanna Stark was beginning to take shape. The news of Rickard and Brandon Stark's deaths had reached even the halls of Casterly Rock, creating ripples of unease among the Lannisters.

Tyrion knew that, in time, his father would be called upon to choose a side. Tywin's penchant for waiting until the tides of war tipped in his favor was well-known, but Tyrion also remembered how it ended the first time: with Tywin marching into King's Landing under the guise of loyalty, only to sack the city and leave a trail of blood and fire in his wake.

The deaths of Elia Martell and her children what's a decision he could agree with his father to some degree he wanted to secure his position with Robert but with his father's action, he started a blood feud with a whole other grey house. Their murder by Gregor Clegane and Amory Lorch under Tywin's tacit approval had sown seeds of hatred between House Lannister and House Martell that would echo for decades.

"Not this time," Tyrion thought grimly. "I have to change it. If I can save them, I can prevent the blood feud and perhaps even secure Dorne as an ally."

As he thought of different plants in his head he only had four options really three the fourth one he was not sure about.

Plan A: Appeal to Tywin

Tyrion could try to convince his father to spare Elia and her children when the time came.

Risk: Tywin would likely dismiss him outright, or worse, see it as a sign of weakness.

Plan B: Subtle Manipulation

Tyrion could plant the idea in Tywin's mind that sparing the Martells would be a strategically wise move.

For example, he could highlight the potential alliance with Dorne, emphasizing how valuable their support would be after the war.

Risk: Tywin was definitely going to see through the manipulation or choose to act differently out of spite.

Plan C: Act Independently

If Tyrion accompanied Tywin to King's Landing during the rebellion, he could secretly intervene to ensure Elia and her children's safety.

For instance, he could warn the Martells in advance or arrange for their escape during the chaos of the sacking.

Risk: This would require precise timing and careful coordination, and any misstep could result in failure or his own death.

Plan D: kill both Gregor Clegane and Amory Lorch

Risk: getting killed by two knight he wasn't even a squire yet.

That's really the only thing he could think of since he didn't have that many options. He should at least have a couple months to think about it more since the rebellion shouldn't end and at least eight months if he had his time right.

- Later -

Tyrion sat attentively in his etiquette lesson with his aunt, Genna Lannister. Despite her age, Genna was as striking as ever, her regal bearing matched by her curvaceous figure and undeniable confidence. In his first life, Tyrion appreciated her beauty also seen her as a type of mother figure as own mother's death.

But in this second life, with the weight of years and experiences reshaping his perspective, Tyrion found himself noticing her beauty in a different light. He pushed those thoughts aside, feeling a pang of guilt Genna was still the closest thing he'd had to a mother in either life.

"You're a natural at this, Tyrion," Genna said with a warm smile, briefly pulling him into a hug. Her embrace was fleeting, but Tyrion couldn't ignore the sensation of her large breast pressing against him.

He masked his reaction with a polite smile, forcing his focus back to the lesson. Yet, as he walked through the halls of Casterly Rock later, her touch lingered in his mind. Frustrated with himself, Tyrion resolved to visit a whore at the earliest opportunity to rid himself of these thoughts.

Just then, a notification from the system appeared before his eyes.

Quest added

[Seduce the lion milf]

Objective: make Genna Lannister your woman

Optional objective: breed her and make her claim the child is actually her husband child

Optional objective: fuck her as her husband listens or watch it

Reward: 10,000 credits, 5 random skills

Bonus reward: 10,000 (for each kid), legendary template, title: mr. steal your girl

Penalties: none

Accept/Declined

Tyrion stared at the notification, his mind racing. The quest was unexpected, and its implications were significant. After a moment's hesitation, he sighed and accepted it.

"If the system sees no harm in it, who am I to argue?" he thought, a sly smile tugging at his lips. If he was going to live this second life, he might as well indulge in the opportunities it presented.

- Later -

Tyrion stood in the training yard, sweat trickling down his brow as he swung a sword through the air. His grip was firm, his stance strong, but his mind wasn't entirely focused on the movements. He was picturing the day when the armies of the Lannisters would descend upon King's Landing, the city that would soon be in flames. The sacking of King's Landing the biggest mistake of his family was something he was determined to change. This time, he wouldn't let it go as it had. This time, he would have the power to stop it.

He needed to be strong. Strong enough to face down the likes of Gregor Clegane, the Mountain, who had slaughtered so many innocents. And Amory Lorch. He would ensure they met their end, but he couldn't do that as the child he was now. He needed to grow, to build his body and his mind.

His body stat was his weakest area. Tyrion had always been limited by his stature, but now, with the system at his disposal, he thought there had to be a way to improve that. Yet, when he checked the system, there were no direct options to boost his physical stats. Nothing he could buy that would directly add strength, speed, or endurance to his body. The system offered items to help him train more efficiently, but nothing that would give him a shortcut to becoming a juggernaut.

"I need to be smarter about this," Tyrion thought, pacing the yard as he wiped his brow. Buying items for faster stat growth was tempting, but he couldn't afford to waste his credits on something that could be achieved with hard work and discipline.

Instead, he turned his focus to his training. Tyrion had always been good at finding solutions when things weren't going his way, and this was no different. If he couldn't buy his way to strength, he would build it the old-fashioned way.

Tyrion decided to design a rigorous training plan that would challenge his body every day, forcing it to grow stronger. He would focus on endurance and strength, training his body until it adapted to the strain. Each day, he would push himself harder than the last, slowly building up his physical capabilities.

Unfortunately for Tyrion for a man, who in his past life didn't do any physical exercise he will learn very quickly on why so many lord ended up fat and out shape.

- Later -

Tyrion's body ached as he walked slowly back to his chambers, his muscles sore and drenched in sweat from the relentless training session. Each step was a reminder of the intense effort he'd put in, and his exhaustion was palpable. The familiar halls of Casterly Rock felt like a blur as he trudged through them, his thoughts still lingering on his goals, his quest for strength, and the day he would face Gregor Clegane.

As he made his way down the corridor, he unexpectedly crossed paths with someone he both dreaded and despised his older sister, Cersei Lannister. Her gaze met his, and for a brief moment, he saw something unfamiliar in her eyes: fear. It wasn't the usual disdain or arrogance she carried, but a genuine sense of terror that flickered across her face before she turned and fled without a word.

Tyrion watched her run, a strange mix of amusement and curiosity bubbling inside him. In his past life, he had always despised Cersei, both for her cruelty and her relentless ambitions. Here, in this second life, the feeling hadn't changed, though he wondered briefly if her reaction to him had something to do with the circumstances of his own transformation. Had she also been given a second chance, like him? The thought crossed his mind for a moment, but he quickly dismissed it. The idea was too absurd to entertain. She didn't deserve such a gift, and regardless, he had more important matters to focus on.

In his previous life, Tyrion had exploited Cersei in many ways after the fall of King's Landing, using his power to assert control over her, to exact a twisted form of revenge. But that was a different time, a different Tyrion. Now, he simply felt indifferent to her, her fear amusing him but ultimately irrelevant to his goals.

He shrugged off the encounter and continued his walk back to his room. Once inside, he collapsed onto his bed, letting the weariness take over for a moment. He needed rest, but his curiosity got the better of him. Tyrion reached for his system interface, scrolling through the various options. When his eyes landed on a new category [Templates] he paused, intrigued.

The idea of templates was something he hadn't fully explored before. Essentially, it seemed that for a high cost in credits, he could purchase the abilities or skills of someone from another world someone from another world. The thought of acquiring the knowledge or strength of powerful individuals was tempting, but as Tyrion skimmed through the available options, he quickly realized the prices were astronomical.

He could, for example, buy the template of his father, Tywin Lannister, gaining all the tactical genius and leadership abilities his father had. But the cost was far too high for him to even consider at this point. It was a luxury he couldn't afford.

Still, the idea fascinated him. Perhaps one day, when his credits grew, he could explore these templates further. For now, it was something to keep in the back of his mind, a potential future tool that could make him even more powerful. With a sigh, Tyrion closed the system interface, content with the thought that he had more important work to do. His strength, both physical and mental, was what he needed to focus on now no shortcuts, no easy fixes.

He leaned back into his pillows, already planning his next steps, knowing that this time around, his fate would be in his hands.

- Later -

The next morning, Tyrion woke early, his muscles still sore from the previous day's intense training, but he knew he couldn't afford to rest. He spent the first part of the morning exercising, pushing his body to its limits, determined to build strength and endurance. After a quick breakfast, he resumed his studies, focusing on his lessons despite the fact, he already knew most of this stuff might as well play along besides these lesson should probably end in the next year.

By midday, after completing his lessons, Tyrion returned to his room. His mind was buzzing with possibilities, and he couldn't resist checking out the system once again. The new category, Templates, lingered in his thoughts, and he began to catalog the potential templates he might want to purchase for the future. While he wasn't in a position to buy them now, he wanted to be prepared for when the time came.

Gregor Clegane's Template

Price: 40,000 credits

Reason: simply put, he would get the monster strength of the mountain

Aegon Targaryen (The Conqueror) (Legendary)

Price: 120,000 Credits

Reason: he will get the abilities of the power of the blood of old valyria he would also gain access to his dragon and the abilities of tame dragons balerion conquer this continent once we could do it again.

Robert Baratheon (The Usurper)

Price: 75,000 Credits

Reason: Robert's physical prowess, raw strength, and charisma were traits Tyrion could use to bolster his standing. Robert had the ability to rally men to his cause, an essential skill in politics and war. His overwhelming combat abilities and imposing presence also made him a formidable adversary qualities Tyrion could use when confronting rivals or enemies. However, Tyrion knew Robert's weaknesses his temper, his lack of discipline which could be useful if he needed to control or counteract those traits in others.

Tywin Lannister (the old lion)

Price: 50,000 Credits

Reason: his father skills would just make a massive boost to his own. It would basically be a double stacking, and he was affordable compared to the other ones.

Tyrion noted the prices of each template and found himself drawn to the possibilities. Though they were all out of his reach for now, each offered a path to greater power, and he knew that, one day, he would have the resources to buy one or more of these templates. For now, he would continue working on building his strength.

- Later -

Two months passed, and Tyrion's efforts to improve his physical and mental strength were starting to bear fruit. His body was slowly becoming stronger, his stamina improving with each passing day. He continued his training, never allowing himself to slack off, but now he also had another goal in mind: building an escape plan for Elia Martell and her children.

Tyrion spent his free time in Lannisport, where he had used part of his allowance to acquire two ships. As heir to the Westerlands, he was well within his rights to claim them, and his growing fleet was essential for the plan he had in mind. With the impending sacking of King's Landing looming closer, he needed a way to extract Elia and her children from the city, and the sea was the only safe option. Once they were out of the capital, they could make their way to Dorne, where they would be safe.

The issue, however, was that his crew was made up of a ragtag group of uneducated, inexperienced men—essentially a group of idiots. They knew little about managing a ship, let alone sailing it across the open sea. But Tyrion was confident that with a little effort and guidance, they could become competent.

Fortunately, Tyrion had a useful skill at his disposal.

[Teachings - Level 1]

You can teach any skill you have to the basic level. You can also summarize complex information in an easy-to-understand way for others to learn.

This was a skill he had unlocked after teaching a young boy how to break a lock. It seemed simple, but it was effective. Tyrion wasn't worried about his crew anymore. Thanks to his ability to teach and explain things clearly, it wasn't going to be a challenge for him to impart the knowledge they needed to run the ships properly. In fact, he had even recruited one of the men from his father's fleet to help train the crew, a seasoned sailor who knew the ins and outs of the sea.

Tyrion knew it would take a couple of months for them to become proficient enough, but he was confident that by the time the sacking of King's Landing occurred, he would have a competent crew that could safely get Elia and her children out of the city. He could then leave them in Dorne, far away from the violence and bloodshed that would soon follow.

For now, though, Tyrion focused on the task at hand improving his crew's skills and making sure everything would be ready. The last thing he wanted was for Elia and her children to be put at risk, but he also needed to be careful. If he made the plan too obvious, he might end up with a target on his back. It was all about patience, strategy, and timing.

With his preparations underway, Tyrion returned home, feeling the weight of his plan settle in his mind. His goal to protecting Elia and her children was firm, but he also knew that the world was a dangerous place, and he needed to be smart about how he moved forward.

- Later -

After months of rigorous training, Tyrion was nearly ready. His father had been preparing the army for the long march to King's Landing, and Tyrion had made significant progress in his physical training. His body was much stronger now, and he was confident that his improvements would help him in the coming events.

Standing in the training yard, shirtless and drenched in sweat, Tyrion couldn't help but smile at the steady rise in his stats. He had worked hard to reach this point, and now it was all paying off.

Once he finished his usual morning exercises, Tyrion made his way back to his room. As he walked through the hallways, he happened upon his aunt Genna, who was walking in the opposite direction. Her figure, always graceful, caught his eye.

Body:(F-43)

Mind:(F-34)

Spirit:(G-25)

Magic:(G-2)

As their paths crossed, Genna paused for a moment, noticing Tyrion's improved physique. For a brief second, Tyrion caught the glimmer of something unusual in her eyes a subtle glance downward, almost imperceptible, but enough for him to notice. Genna quickly composed herself, but Tyrion could see the faint flush on her cheeks, though she tried to mask it.

A small, knowing smile played on Tyrion's lips. Progress, he thought. At least something was working, even if it was a small victory.

With that, he nodded to his aunt and continued his walk toward his room to shower, brushing off the interaction with ease.

- Genna -

As Genna walked down the hallway, her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming march to King's Landing. There was so much to organize, so many things that needed to be done. But as she turned the corner, she caught sight of Tyrion.

Her nephew, once the small, sickly boy she had known, had transformed. It was impossible to ignore the change in him the way his muscles now rippled under his skin, the strength that radiated from his posture. He was shirtless, his body gleaming with sweat from his morning exercises.

She paused for a moment, her eyes involuntarily drawn to him. Tyrion had always been clever, his sharp wit and intelligence something she found adorable seen him as a mini Tywin. But this... this was something else. His physical transformation, the strength he had worked so hard to develop, made her see him in a new light.

For a brief moment, Genna's gaze lingered on him, and she felt a strange heat rising in her chest. There was a subtle, almost imperceptible movement in her eyes as she glanced downward just for a second before she quickly looked away. The flush on her face was immediate and involuntary. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in years, and it unsettled her.

She quickly composed herself, forcing her expression to return to neutrality. This was absurd, she thought. Tyrion was her nephew. He was a child she had helped raise. What was this strange pull she was feeling? How could she even consider feeling such things for him?

Yet, as she hurried away, trying to mask the flush on her face, she couldn't shake the lingering thought. Tyrion was no longer the boy she had known. He had grown, and it seemed, in more ways than one. She tried to push the thoughts away, but deep down, Genna knew that something inside her had shifted. Something that she would have to come to terms with if she could.

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Psa this is probably the most unrealistic fic I have written, including the initial timeline was essentially a mixture of what I think is gonna happen in the end and the shows ending. This is probably gonna turn into a bunch of smut (loading Genna to the win) real soon when I picked this up again but for now enjoy the plot I guess.

Also a lot of Robert rebellion it's gonna be based on another fanfic I read because I'm too lazy to do research.