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Westeros
A few days had passed since Tyrion left back to Casterly Rock.
In the carriage on the way back, with his sister, Tyrion practiced as much as he could with his warg abilities.
And his abilities increased considerably. Tyrion attributed his ease in mastering warg magic to his reincarnated soul.
But not everything was perfect; he only knew the basics at the moment, which was to possess only the creature's sight, and when the creature was possessed, he could only make slow movements. If he moved too fast, he lost the connection.
During the trip back, he and his sister had many arguments and disagreements.
Around dusk after many days, they arrived at Casterly Rock.
On the way back, the small army escorting them had no problems along the way.
No surprise attacks, ambushes, or anything like that.
Tyrion grew up and lived in Casterly Rock; he knew everyone in this city and everyone knew him.
When he saw the silhouette of the city, which was called his "home," Tyrion was filled with well-being and comfort.
The carriage entered Casterly Rock, and his sister who was at his side then said:
"Finally we're home. I couldn't stand that rotten old castle anymore, that filth," she said with clear disdain.
Tyrion looked at her and replied:
"It wasn't that bad…" Tyrion said, not very sure.
The carriage stopped at the entrance gate; it was clear that the carriage was Lannister, it had the house symbol, but even so some guards came to check, and when they saw Tywin's children, they let them in.
The carriage entered and headed toward the castle.
They were escorted to the entrance. When they got out of the carriage, they were greeted by their aunts.
Dorna Lannister and Genna Lannister.
They were waiting outside. When Tyrion saw his aunt Genna, he ran to hug her.
His aunt Genna was one of the few who showed him some affection.
"Hi, aunt," Tyrion said, running toward her for a hug.
"Be more of a knight, Tyrion," Cersei said as she got out of the carriage.
"Hello, my nephew," Genna said, accepting a hug.
"I missed you," Tyrion said.
After a hug, he looked at his aunt Dorna and said:
"Hi, Aunt Dorna," he said.
His aunt Dorna seemed a bit jealous, but it was just ego, because his aunt Dorna didn't like him much; in fact, she was very neutral.
"Hello, Tyrion, how are you? Not going to greet your other aunt?" she asked.
Tyrion laughed awkwardly and greeted her.
"Don't pay attention to him, he's an idiot," Cersei said.
Tyrion heard and replied:
"The idiot is you, you witch," Tyrion said.
"Short idiot."
"Old witch."
"Dwarf."
"Weirdo."
They both entered a war of insults, while their aunts watched.
Their relationship is still great as usual, they thought.
"Enough, you two," both aunts said simultaneously.
"Come in, you need a bath," Dorna said.
"She's right," Tyrion said, smelling his own armpits.
Cersei did the same and Tyrion didn't miss the chance.
"You stink, you need it more than I do," the dwarf said.
"You idi—" Before Cersei could say her thousands of insults,
Her aunt Dorna interrupted.
"Let's go, now," she said.
"Yes…" Cersei said while calming down. It wasn't the manners of a lady to say that kind of thing, so she held back.
Cersei and Dorna entered together. His aunt Genna stayed and waited for the others to walk away, then said to Tyrion:
"You shouldn't provoke your sister; you don't know what she's capable of," Genna said.
"But… did you see her face? It was so good," Tyrion said.
"You're still the same, huh, Tyrion," she said affectionately.
"Of course, aunt."
"Come on, you also need a bath; aunt will give you a bath," she said.
"I can take care of myself already…" Tyrion muttered, not wanting to go, with a slight desperate look.
Genna gave a light laugh, took his hand, and pulled him inside.
As they walked through the corridors, they took the chance to talk. Tyrion was going to take a bath, and afterward he planned to go to his room to continue practicing his warg powers.
"How was the trip back here?" Genna asked.
"Ahh, it was pretty normal," Tyrion replied.
"That's good. Now tell me about the tournament. Who won? I couldn't see it all; I left before the final," Genna said, wanting to spend some time with her nephew.
"Prince Rhaegar won, and in the end he crowned Lyanna Stark as Queen of Love and Beauty."
"Really?" his aunt asked, wanting to know the gossip.
"Yes…"
Tyrion went to take a bath accompanied by his aunt.
He insisted on bathing alone, and she accepted. After that, he climbed the steps of Casterly Rock and went to his room.
He hurried and entered, anxious to see his room and especially his things.
He pushed the door and entered. He walked to his bed, bent down (not much), and under his bed he found his "children."
His "children" were actually just books — some he had written himself about things he remembered, others were tales of Westeros, about the history of this world.
He took a general look around his room, checking if everything was in place. After checking, he closed the door.
Tyrion then sat on the floor and began to meditate. He focused his mind and opened it, cleared his mind of any negative thoughts, and meditated.
He believed that meditating and relaxing the mind made it easier to use his warg abilities.
Tyrion stayed like that for a few minutes. He stopped sometimes to rest and then repeated.
He relaxed, and after some hours he began thinking about Jaime's situation.
Soon a war would happen, and his brother would kill the king.
Thinking about these things made him lose concentration frequently.
After a while, Tyrion stopped when a guard called him to say that the food was ready and that his family was already gathered, ready to eat.
He had to show up; to be honest, he didn't want to go, but he had to.
Tyrion then put his things — his books, his notes — under the bed.
He put on his best clothes, fixed himself up nicely, and went downstairs.
If he had to appear with the family, he should at least be well dressed.
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(I'm very busy with work, and I don't know if I will be able to keep writing this story)