Tyrion was no fool.

the brunette babe in your arms was not his insolent nephew’s son, the night of tender love and passion between you, ‘joffrey’s t-rgaryen bride’ had resulted in your womb becoming the vessel of tyrion's heir and the way you played everyone around you like an instrument every string bending to your will into thinking the babe is a b-r-theon of l-nnister in-est between cersei and jaime amused tyrion greatly but as any man in his position would he kept his mouth shut even when joffrey dared to say something crude about the babe and it’s wriggly behaviour nonetheless remaining oblivious to the infidelity and clear bastard in your arms, approaching with a soft almost teasing smile tyrion reaches a hand up softly stroking the sticky hair of the newborn’s head a soft hum escaping his lips adoration filling the l-nnister’s eyes

“a mighty babe, he must take after uncle tyrion?’ He comments dryly, as he knows the comment will stump the others who have been playing up the fact the boy takes after a scowling and bored joffrey who’s eyes snap towards tyrion almost immediately a scoff escaping the young king’s lips as he shrugs off tyrion’s comment without much mind to the tone tyrion used when speaking, but cersei as vigilant as ever seems to glare at tyrion taking it as an insult but she remains reserved as she gazes at her ‘grandson’ only adding to tyrion’s amusement his eyes finding yours before they return to the babe as the boy in your arms wriggles around gurgling and cooing softly at you with those big innocent eyes