Golden Rose // Tywin Lannister

18. Wooden cock

Tywin couldnt keep his hands off Taylor. It was impossible. She stood at his side a hand trailing down her back around her waist guiding her back into him as Sansa prepared to walk the aisle. He pressed a kiss to her cheek her neck his arms around her tighter a smile tugged at her face as she looked up at him.

'What are you doing?' Sansa questioned as Joffrey came up offering his arm.

'Your father is dead and I am the king so I'm everyone's father.' Joffrey said smugly.

As they walked down the aisle Joffrey marched up the steps taking the stool from the stage for Tyrion to stand on. As the ceremony went on Taylor was very distracted by Tywin's hands around her she couldn't hear the words they spoke only the thumping in her own chest as she tried to keep the blush from rising to her cheeks.

When it was time to cloak Sansa with Tyrion's protection he looked awkwardly up at her not able to reach her shoulders everyone laughed but the snigger died quickly as Tywin shot them a glare and they silenced. His grip on Taylor gliding up her ribs as she relaxed into him. Perhaps sansa would like Tyrion. But perhaps she would hate him and they would be miserable. Only time would tell, Taylor thought as she spared a glance back at Margaery and Loras.

'If you could,' Tyrion said and sansa knelt down before him. He cloaked her she rose and he pressed a quick kiss to her lips very awkwardly Sansa looked like she was going to barf, pale and in pain she stared down at Margaery and Taylor before making a quick exit out of the sept.

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'So their son will be your nephew after you are wed to Joffrey of course,' Olena said 'and you'll be the king stepfather and brother-in-law when you marry the King's mother. Joffrey will become his sister-in-law and your son will be Loras nephew? grandson... I'm not sure but your brother will become your father-in-law that much is beyond dispute.' Olenna said and Loras stood up a knot in his stomach. 'you my dear will be Margaery's grandmother, and Loras' mother.'

"I know I had this talk with Margary the other day, very confusing and strange.' Taylor admitted. 'does this mean I'm the boss of Margaery and loras now?" Taylor mused and Margaery stuck her tongue out at taylor.

'Don't you have a husband to get back to?" Margaery questioned.

"I do.' Taylor agreed as she pranced off.

Meanwhile Sansa looked sickly and Tyrion downed yet another glass of wine.

'You seem rather drunk.' Tywin said as he approached Tyrion, the feast was in full swing Sansa looked miserable.

'Isn't it a grooms duty, a man's duty to be drunk at his own wedding?' Tyrion questioned over his glass.

'This isn't about your wedding. Renly Baratheon had a wedding, your wife needs a child, a Lannister child.' Tywin told him. Tyrion sat slumped in his chair bored and not nearly drunk enough to have this conversation. 'As soon as possible.' Tywin added.

'And? Have you preformed him our old age?' Tyrion mused. 'can you get it up for such a fine creature?" Tyrion slurred his words sloshing his cup in Taylors direction.

'My wife is quite happy.' Tywin assured. 'yours however...'

'what?" Tyrion sneered

'If you're going to give her a child you need to perform.' Tywin reminded him.

'What did you once call me? A drunken little lust filled beast?' Tyrion reminded him

'More than once.' Tywin agreed.

'There you have it I am the god of tits and wine I shall build a shrine to myself.'

'You can joke,' Tywin said pulling the glass from his lips 'you can engage in juvenile attempts to make your father uncomfortable but you will do your duty.' Tywin said walking away.

'Time for the bedding ceremony!' Joffrey declared and Taylor glanced over at a very nervous Sansa, she took a sip of wine, sansa hadn't had enough to drink to get through this night. Joffrey started cackling as Tywin came back to Taylor's side

'Perhaps they skip it? Sansa looks terrified.' Taylor whispered to tywin as he kissed her cheek, he nodded in agreement.

'BEDDING CEREMONY! Take off her clothes she wont be needing them anymore!" Joffrey declared and sansa held tight to herself in panic.

'No,' Tyrion told him anger fueling him.

'There is if I say so, so Bedding ceremony!' Joffrey said happily. Tyrion stabbed his knife down into the table.

'then you'll be fucking your own bride with a wooden cock.' Tyrion threatened. Tywin pulled away from taylor, clearing his throat, the room went silent.

'What did you say to me?' Joffrey questioned 'What. Did. You. Say!'

''I believe we can dispense with the bedding your Grace I'm sure tyrion did not mean to threaten the king.' Tywin suggested calmly glancing over at Tyrion and Tyrion started to laugh.

'A bad joke your grace.' Tyrion said laughing releasing his hand that was clutched very tightly to his knife 'a small man's envy of your own royal manhood... mine is so small my poor wife won't even know I'm there.' Tyrion added, the tension slowly faded from the room as the king stared down Tyrion.

'Your uncle is clearly quite drunk your grace.' Tywin told him.

'I am.' Tyrion agreed. 'guilty.' He looked to sansa. 'come wife. I will tell you about the time I threw up on someone while fucking. It's a great story actually.' Sansa begrudgingly left.