Meet the Starks

Tyrion walked back through the gates of the keep, a new spring in his step. He turned towards his chambers, looking forward to a nice nap before the grand feast for the king.

He turned down a hallway, when suddenly he was face to face with Catelyn Stark, and the eldest daughter of her brood, Sansa.

"Lord Imp." Catelyn said tersely. "Lady Catelyn." Tyrion replied, openly letting his gaze wander over her assets: medium breasts modestly covered, and a tight ass.

Catelyn could barely hold in her disgust. She grabbed Sansa by the hand and walked quickly away.