Extra: The winds of fate.

If there was anything Shahzade Tyrion knew is that he is a son of Pars, no matter what other people might say, no matter what the Artabids might call him as, he is a son of Cyrus because his father tells him so, firmly and even on his dying day he affirms it to him.

It has been ten years after Robert's Rebellion, and from the way the people around the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros seem to talk around him, from merchants, to low nobles, it would seem that a new rebellion would start again, but of course Tyrion son of Cyrus was not here for that he was here to represent Pars in the court of Robert Baratheon while also accept any trade deals from burgeoning Westerosi trade companies that sprang at the aftermath of the rebellion.

You are my son through your mother Tysha, I fought tooth and nail just to have it so, so carry the title Shahzade with pride, he did so and so Tyrion the son of Cyrus walks around the capital of the Seven Kingdoms bearing the name Shahzade Tyrion it has been many years since his adventures with his king, Shashanshah Arslan the second, also known by the Westerosi as 'the Angry' as he there was rage and fire on his veins, yes upon seeing my uncle and his father killed in front of them who wouldn't grow angry at that, Shahzade Tyrion thought as he bumped into someone which cut him off from his mind.

"Do you mind my Good man?!" came the indignant reply as Shahzade Tyrion looked down then saw a dwarf in front of him with hair of gold, a flat nose and mismatched eyes, however his clothing reminds the Prince of Pars of a nobleman of Westeros, they always prefer the most foppish and flamboyant of outfits that even put the Shashanshah Arslan the Great to shame.

"I apologize my Lord" he said bowing slightly apologetically as the dwarf seem to regard him bowing slightly to him as well.

"But it seems it is my fault I am Tyrion Lannister son of Tywin Lannister, also known as the Imp of the Lannisters" truly? Shahzade Tyrion thought as he looked at the dwarf before him who seem to recognize his eyebrows shooting up, "although it seems you already know of that"

"No not at all" Shahzade Tyrion said as he looks at the Imp, "although it seems we have the same name, I am Shahzade Tyrion son of the late Shashanshah Cyrus of Pars, ambassador representing Shashanshah Arslan the second of his name" now it was the Imp's turn to be surprised as he learned of his name being the same as he is, the Imp of the Lannisters laughed good heartedly at that.

"Oh my it seems my name is also well-known beyond the Narrow sea that someone like a noble Prince of Pars would bear it!" at that the Shahzade shook his head at his words.

"Nay my Lord, my mother the late Tysha of Silvers gave me that name" Tyrion Lannister stopped his laughter and mirth at the mention of his mother's name as if there is recognition there as well as sad memories depending on the glint of the dwarf's mismatched eyes that the son of Cyrus caught on his eyes, like someone on the verge of tears as well as regret, he thought as the two of them look at each other. "Is there something wrong my Lord?" he asks as the Imp shakes his head but Shahzade Tyrion knows any better so he continued looking at the Imp.

"Truly your mother's name is Tysha?" Tyrion Lannister asks as the Shahzade nods, to which Tyrion Lannister could only sigh with what can sound like a sigh of sadness "well it seems we must get to know each other then my Prince, I was a good friend of your mother, I knew her when I was but a young man of twenty, a crofter's daughter yet intelligent to a fault" Shahzade Tyrion could know that the man was lying and yet even he himself often wondered who was he named to after all Westerosi names are uncommon in Pars except for some Latinkon auxilliaries that intermarried in their kingdom.

"Of course my Lord, if you want you can stay at our embassy at the docks" Tyrion Lannister shook his head.

"Nay it should be me who should invite you to my place at the Red Keep, please I insist" Tyrion son of Cyrus could only nod to him as he smiles "it is the only thing I can do to make amends to her" there was regret on the Imp's voice as he said it, and the Shahzade of Pars could note that the man is on the verge of crying then.

"well then I would talk with my sister Tysha about a luncheon with you" Tyrion Lannister flinched at that as he Shahzade Tyrion nods to him "I wish you a good day my Lord" there they both parted ways for now.

Author's note: hey guys sorry for the late update but hey this is what I promise you all a last chapter concerning the meeting between the two Tyrions so there, anyway I might write a new story again but this time its from Warhammer fantasy so yeah ciao!

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