"Well there you have it uncle, now how about we get you a woman of your own. I'm sure there will be some takers, after all you're Jamie 'fucking' Lannister." Tytan said with a grin, the expression only growing as he saw his uncle roll his eyes.
…
"I think you're mistaking me for my younger brother Tyrion…" Jamie replied dryly. "Besides I am a member of the Kingsguard."
"And your point is?" Tytan asked with a grin, enjoying needling his uncle a bit as he did so. It was all in good fun after all.
"My point dear nephew is that the King will be arriving at Winterfell soon and it would be improper and embarrassing for us to not be there with him. Certainly for you not to be there at least."
Jamie replied as he sipped his wine, wondering as he did so just what his sister would think if she saw just what her precious son was up to.
"I take your point Uncle." Tytan replied with a nod and a serious look, before a grin suddenly broke out across his face as he stood up still holding Ros easily in his arms as he did so.
"Well anyway I'm off, I'll be back in a bit, hopefully in time for us to make the meet and greet up at the castle!"
Ros let out a delighted laugh as this was happening, "I take it then that I'm about to take your own point… my Prince?"
Tytan grinned as he heard this. "I like this girl!"
Jamie rolled his eyes as he heard that, "Of course you do, she is just as shameless as you. Unlike you though Tytan she is supposed to be shameless, as the future ruler of the Seven Kingdoms you're not."
"So you say." Tytan replied absentmindedly as he ignored his uncle for the most part, more interested at the moment in the beautiful and vibrant red head in his arms.
"I don't know why I bother…" Jamie sighed as he took another drink of his wine, shaking his head in amusement as he watched Tytan carry Ros into one of the nearby rooms, the door slamming behind them as the woman's laughter was soon replaced by moaning and giggling.
Looking away from where his nephew had just disappeared Jamie instead looked around the rest of the room, shaking his head in amusement as he saw the Prince's other guards all following his lead as they made the acquaintance of the many girls who worked in the brothel.
Noticeably however none of them were as fine as the one the prince was currently bedding.
Jamie however was soon distracted from this sight as he saw the door to the building suddenly open letting in a blast of cold air as more Lannister guardsmen entered.
These ones wearing the Lannister colours but lacking the fine plate armour that the Prince's guards had.
Though considering those men had all been specifically picked out to protect the Crown Prince this wasn't surprising.
Shaking his head Jamie knew who was about to enter, because as much as Tytan and Tyrion argue they both tended to think in a similar way.
Standing up Jamie watched as his younger brother entered the building, the man standing at under four feet tall, with messy blonde hair, intelligent green eyes and slightly deformed features.
"Brother!" Tyrion said as he entered, a smirk spreading across his face as he spotted Jamie standing by one of the tables. "Why I never thought I would see a person of your renown in a place like this."
"I would like to say I thought the same about you… but then I would be lying." Jamie replied with a slight smile.
"I do have to say though, with you having ridden ahead I would have thought you would have been shacked up with half a dozen whores by now."
"Alas the journey was a bit hard on me." Tyrion replied as he waddled over to where his brother was standing, the siblings both pulling up seats as Tyrion sat down and poured himself out some of Jamie's wine.
"By the time we made it to Winterfell I was rubbed raw, and not in the good way."
Jamie winced as he heard that, knowing as he did that due to his brother's affliction that riding a horse was very uncomfortable, no matter how much padding was put on the saddle he was going to chafe.
"Still though I'm here now and am going to get myself a quick shag in before we have to deal with the Starks."
Tyrion replied in amusement as he took a long swig of his wine before refilling it, uncaring that he was drinking most of the wine his brother had bought.
"Yes it's going to be trying to say the least." Jamie replied carefully, his eyes flitting around the room checking for people potentially listening in.
Not that he needed to as the tension between the Starks and Lannisters was well known, and had been since King Robert had first taken up the crown.
Jamie's own relationship with the Stark's was especially strained, as it had been Ned Stark who had found him after he had slain the Mad King, the Targaryen tyrant who had been usurped by Robert.
The man had found Jamie soon after the deed, soon after he had cut the Aerys Targaryen down before he could order the deaths of nearly every person in King's Landing, not that Ned Stark had cared to ask the reasoning behind Jamie's actions before he had labelled him an Oathbreaker and a Kingslayer.
Both of which had been names that had stuck with Jamie even now many years later.
Fortunately though Jamie only really cared about the opinions of those closest to him. Cersei, Tyrion, and Tytan, they at least all knew the truth behind his actions.
Of course they knew this had also created certain ill feelings within them for the Starks as Cersei, the person he loved most in the world, held nothing but hatred for all the Starks for the way Ned Stark's words and accusations had painted Jamie.
Tyrion too had gained somewhat of a dislike for the Starks, though not to the extent of Cersei, the dwarf instead limited himself to slight distaste as opposed to outright hatred and mistrust.