Chapter 15: Not afraid (1)
Tyrion found himself surrounded by young women who just so happened to be in the palace for no event.
The court set up this scheme to get his attention by bringing their daughters or other young ladies with family ties to him.
Again, Tyrion viewed them as a matching doll set. They were all lovely women, and most might have a good heart, but he had already voiced that he would pick his future queen. He didn’t want women forced toward him.
"Send them off to the queen’s garden," Tyrion ordered a guard. He stuck by his word that he would not waste these young women’s time since he didn’t want any of them.
The order was followed by disappointed chatter and requests for the prince to stay near, but Tyrion ignored them, continuing on his way.
He didn’t get far since his mother was watching from close by.
"You could have stayed a little longer to entertain them," said Hazel Castro, the queen.
"Mother, when father declared the queen selection was over, I thought it meant I wouldn’t be pestered like this. I will pick my bride. I don’t need my mother, father, or the court to do it," said Tyrion.
"We are letting you pick-"
"You are placing women before me that I do not care for. I am sorry for speaking over you," Tyrion apologised.
Hazel glanced at the young woman walking away. "It wasn’t my doing. I only thought you could have done a little small talk before sending them away. You mustn’t let them get a bad impression of the crown prince."