Tyrion regarded the young woman seated on cushions across the low table from him, munching on some of the offered olives while she considered his proposal. Finally, she spoke.

"I am just a young girl and know little of-"

"Please," he interrupted, snorting through what was left of his nose. "And I am just a simple dwarf, good for nothing but frolics and jests for the amusement of others. Hardly, your majesty."

He leaned forward. "So come on then. How about we show the Seven Kingdoms just what a simple girl and a simple dwarf can achieve together?"