Lioness // Ser Bronn // GoT

Spiteful little creature

Tywin sat at his desk while Tyrion sat across from him, the hand of the King no more.

'The badge looks good on you,' he told his father 'almost as good as it looked on me. Are you enjoying your new position?'

'Am I enjoying it?' tywin questioned.

'I was very happy.' Tyrion reminded him.

'Yes I know how happy you were you brought a whore into my bed.' Tywin snapped.

'It wasn't your bed at the time.' Tyrion reminded him.

'I sent you here to advise the king I gave you real power and authority. You chose to spend your days as you always have bedding harlots and drinking with thieves.' Tywin declared thoroughly annoyed.

'Occasionally I drink with the harlots.' Tyrion teased.

'What do you want Tyrion?' Tywin questioned as he poured wax on his scroll sealing it closed with the hand of the King stamp.

'Why does everyone always assume I want something?' Tyrion questioned, 'cant I simply visit with my beloved father. My beloved father who somehow forgot to visit his wounded son after he fell in the battlefield....'

'Master pycelle assured me your wounds were not fatal.' Tywin told him. 'and Tya checked on you. Constantly.' Tywin said rolling his eyes. 'she assured me you were fine as well.'

'I nearly got my head chopped in half!' Tyrion reminded him. 'you didn't think to check for yourself?'

'yes, nearly.' Tywin agreed. 'Unfortunately Stannis's men were not more skilled.' Tywin sneered. Tyrion scoffed not believing his ears.

'I organized the defense of the city while you were caught in the ruins of harrenhal. I led the armies when the enemies were at the gate while your grandson, the king quivered in fear behind the walls. I bled in the mud for our family and as my reward I was trundled off to some doctor but what do I want? A little bloody gratitude would be a start!' Tyrion declared.

'Jugglers and singers require applause you are a Lannister. Do you think I demanded a garland of roses every time I suffered a wound on the battlefield?'tywin asked with a deep sigh of annoyance. 'Now I have seven kingdoms to look after and three of them are in an open rebellion so tell me what you want?'

'I want what is mine by right. Jaime is your eldest son heir to lands and titles but he is of the kings guard forbidden from marriage or inheritance, the day Jaime put on the white cloak he gave up his claim to Castlery rock I am your son and lawful heir.' Tyrion reminded him.

'You want Castlery rock?' tywin questioned incredulously.

'It is mine by right.' Tyrion told him.

'Tyanna will be getting the rock.' Tywin told him. 'she-'

'is not married, either.' Tyrion reminded him.

'We will find you accommodations more suited to your name and as a reward for your accomplishments during the battle of Blackwater bay and when the time is right you'll be given a position fit for your talents... so that you can serve your family and protect our legacy. If you serve faithfully you will be rewarded with a suitable wife. I would let myself be consumed by maggots before mocking the family name and making you out as lord of Castlery rock.' Tywin informed him.

'Why?' Tyrion asked desperately.

'Why?' he shouted 'you ask that? You who killed your mother to come into the world you are a Lannister, made spiteful little creature full of envy lust and low cunning. Men's laws give you the right to bear my name and display my colors, since I cannot prove that you are not mine.' Tywin told him, 'to teach me humility that the gods have condemned me to watch you waddle about wearing that proud lion... that was my father's and his father before him but neither the grander or lesser men will ever compel me to let you turn Castlery rock into your whore house!' Tywin declared. 'Go now.' He demanded. 'And speak no more of your rights to castlery rock Go.' Begrudgingly tyrion got up leaving