Chapter 77: First night (2)
Tyrion set up his plates and cutlery beside Penelope and reset the food so they would not need to reach far.
"This is much better," he said, sitting down beside her.
"I must admit that I do enjoy this," Penelope said, feeling more comfortable this way. "Perhaps I was wrong about you. You are a gentleman."
"The night is still quite young. You might be saying otherwise by the end of it," Tyrion replied.
Penelope went back to thinking about their wedding night. She grabbed a glass, brought it to her lips and downed what it was filled with in one go.
It helped to calm her nerves.
Tyrion didn’t miss what she had done. She was nervous for nothing. How couldn’t she tell that he was only teasing her?
This was a side of Penelope he had never seen before, and he wanted to keep it to himself.
Tyrion wanted to push the limit to see how in her head she could get about their first official night together.
"Allow me to pour you more wine," Tyrion said, picking up the opened bottle to serve her.
It was now that Penelope grasped what she had done. She was never one to drink wine so quickly. She simply grabbed what was near.