The Beauty of Winterfell (Tyrion x StarkOC) [SLOW UPDATES]

Chapter 36

Author's Note:
Season 6! Here we go!
Tyrion awoke the next morning to the sound of giggling. He groaned in pain from the sunlight hitting his eyes, before rolling over to peek up at his happy wife. She was still in the bed, but had sat up and leaned against the wall behind the bed, stroking her bulging stomach while letting out joyful giggles now and then. He couldn't help but smile, sitting up himself and went beside her,
"What makes you so happy so early in the morning, my darling?" He asked.
"He's moving." Alanna said beaming.
"She." He corrected her, but Alanna only shook her head with a roll of her eyes before leaning over to kiss him. She takes his hand and placing it on her stomach, guiding it around to where it could be felt. Tyrion felt his smile widen as he pressed down to feel the movement better. A slight push, followed by another, until the baby seemed to freeze completely. "She stopped."
"It's probably because he finds your warm hand comfortable. I was rather cold when I awoke."
"Then I must warm my wife up." Draping his arms around her, he laughed along with her as both glided down on the bed, rolling around before stopping when Tyrion almost fell off. "I think it is time to get up. I do have a city to rule." He said.
"Yes, King Tyrion." Alanna said teasingly.
"Oh, I rather like that title. Do call me that from now on." He said with a grin.
"Yes, King Tyrion." Alanna repeated kissing him passionately. This of course lead to several rounds of passionate sex. So much for getting up. This was the first time since arriving in Meereen that the couple made love, and it felt so freeing and they did not rush. Able to enjoy the feel of each other and bask in the freedom they now had. After they finished, they laid back in their bed, their bodies slick with sweat as they caught their breath.
"I think that was the best we've ever had." Tyrion said with a sated smile on his face. Alanna burst into laughter at her husband's words, "My Lion, you say that every time." She pointed out. Tyrion rolled his eyes huffed through his nose in amusement, stroking her stomach,
"But this time was different. This time I could see the result of loving you." He mused, placing a small kiss to her stomach. Alanna smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. They lay there in contented silence for a while before Alanna broke the silence,
"What do you plan on doing today, love?" She asked. Tyrion sat up and stretched,
"I'm thinking of taking a walk with Varys, to see how things looks from the street."
The couple had reunited with Varys the night before, not even bother to ask how he managed to find them, other than suspecting he had to have spy's in the city.
"May I join?" Alanna asked. Tyrion gave her an apologetic smile,
"As much as I would love to have you by my side, my wife, I think you should take this opportunity to rest. We're not running anymore, you deserve to rest and recover from the road." He said softly placing a kiss on her lips, his beard tickling slightly, which made her giggle.
"Very well. For once I shall do as my Lord husband commands." Alanna says dryly. Tyrion smiled,
"Good." He said and got out of bed.
"Uh, maybe you should bathe first. I don't think Varys would appreciate the sent of sex on you." She said.
Tyrion shrugged,
"Never seemed to bother him before." He said.
"Bath, now." Alanna said sternly. Tyrion raised his hands in surrender,
"Alright, alright. By the Gods, being pregnant seems to have made you so strict." He said teasingly. Alanna rolled her eyes,
"Never mess with a wolf with her pups. You should have seen my mother while she was pregnant with my siblings. If you thought she was fierce before, she was terrifying when she was angry and pregnant. My poor father was constantly walking on eggshells." Alanna said with a small smile at the memory of her parents, and suddenly tears filled her eyes. Tyrion saw this and held her hands in his,
"We will avenge your family, my sweet. I promise." He said kissing her hands and whipped away stray tears. Alanna swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, kissing him sweetly.
"Bath." She reminded.
"Yes, my She-wolf."
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Once Tyrion had gone to meet Varys, Alanna took a nice long bath of her own, relaxing for a while in the hot water as it loosened her tight muscles and washing her red hair, which has quickly grown down to the middle of her back.
She was dressed in a loose gown and was brushing her hair when Tyrion returned,
"So how is it out there?" She asked meeting his gaze through her mirror.
"Well, we won't be sailing to Westeros anytime soon." Tyrion told her how the Son's of the Harpy had burned the ships as well as the harbor. Alanna sat in silence for a moment as she absorbed the information her husband gave her.
"The Sons of the Harpy planned their attack in the fighting pits and the harbor very carefully, which means they take orders from someone." She surmised as she began to braid her hair. Tyrion nodded in agreement,
"Varys's birds have already flown. Hopefully soon they'll return, singing songs of men in gold masks." He said, sitting on a stool beside her, resting his head against her growing belly.
"Hmm. We have a lot of work to do. I just hope to be on Westerosi soil before our son is born." Alanna said, rubbing the side of her stomach.
"Our daughter." Tyrion said pointedly, making his wife roll her eyes.
"Either way, they'll be ours."