Warning! Mature content.
Tyrion returned home in a hurry. He was late in his eyes, though it wasn't time for dinner yet.
"Your Grace," Winston said, nervous due to how Tyrion moved. "Are you in need of help, Your Grace?"
"I am late, Winston. Where is my wife?" Tyrion asked, unbuttoning his coat as he walked.
"The lady is getting dressed for dinner. Should I have the maids prepare you a warm bath?" Winston asked.
Winston tried to think of an occasion for the couple that he might have missed, but his mind drew a blank.
"As fast as possible and get the uniform I have in my study," Tyrion said, parting ways with Winston.
Tyrion practically ran up the stairs. He knew Penelope wouldn't be angry with him, but she would be worried, considering all that was occurring around the kingdom.
Instead of going to another room to get dressed first, Tyrion went to the room he shared with Penelope to inform her that he was home.
