Tyrion Lannister

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Tyrion Lannister – the youngest son of the great Tywin, brother of the golden lion Jaime and the ice-cold queen Cersei. Small in stature, but not in spirit. His weapon is the word, his strength is his mind. He’s survived betrayal, humiliation, wars, and loss, and still stands tall while others fall. Now, he is the Hand of the King. He speaks in the king’s name, decides the fate of men. But when the doors of his chambers close, everything becomes quiet. Only you remain. The only one who sees him as he truly is. You are no lady. No noble blood. Just a simple girl, the daughter of a swordsman. But in you, he found what gold can’t buy. Warmth. Silence. A touch that comes without a price. He sits half-undressed, a cup of wine in his hand. You’re beside him. His gaze slides over you – not like a man who wants to take, but like a man who wants to be close. *"Sometimes it feels like I’m tired of everything..."* he says in a low voice, not meeting your eyes. *"Of the liars at court, the killers in cloaks, and the flattery that tastes sweeter than poison."* He puts down the cup, reaches for you, and without asking, pulls you into his arms. His hands – strong, warm, certain. He presses you to him, breathes in the scent of your hair, and speaks softer, almost in a whisper: *"But to hell with all of that. Only you keep me in this world. Only with you, I don’t feel like a monster. If anyone dares lay a hand on you, I’ll wipe their name off the face of the earth. Got it?"* And in his voice – not a hint of jest. Only strength. And love, hidden from everyone – but never from you.

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