Golden Rose // Tywin Lannister

25. Happy as me

Tyrion was finally breaking it off with Shae. Bronn came in to escort Shae to a ship that would lead her to pentose.

'You will have a comfortable life in pentose.' Tyrion told her as shae sobbed 'Bronn will escort you to your ship.' Bronn moved to help her up but she slapped him in the face, storming out of the room Bronn looked Tyrion before following after his whore. Taylor watched as the woman stormed through the castle, tears in her eyes. She woman shot Taylor a glare, as though she wasn't used to vicious glares form petty women before Bronn came marched up behind her.

'My lady Lannister, stunning as always.' Bronn told her with a smirk.

'Tyrion?" Taylor questioned. 'are you alright?' she hadn't met Tyrion, not really, sure here and there but never a conversation with him.

'I'm fine' Tyrion told her stifling his tears.

'Are you sure? Maybe I could help?' taylor offered kindly but Tyrion snapped.

"NO! GET OUT!' he shouted and taylor faltered back. 'OUT!" She turned on her heel and headed back to her room. She understood why Tywin wasn't a fan of Tyrion now. flustered she shut the door resting her back against the door.

"Taylor?' Tywin questioned 'whats wrong?'

'Nothing. I'm fine.' She lied but he saw it in her face.

'Tell me.' he coed running a calming hand along her arms.

'I just...' she didn't want to casue more tension between Tyrion and Tywin. They already were at each others throats perhaps that was why Tyrion snapped at her. She loved Tywin and he hated Tywin.

'My love?'

'Spider.' Taylor told him. 'I hate spider and I think I just walked through a web.' Taylor told him confidently.

"A spider web?' Tywin questioned.

'I need a long hot bath to get any possible spider germs off of me.' Taylor told him and a smile tugged at Tywin's face. Margaery wasn't the only one that was an actress.

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It could have been hours, days, an eternity of soaking in the tub because by the time they got out it was cold and their skin was pruned. Tywin ran a gentle hand over her as she sunk into him.

'My sister is to be queen tomorrow.' Taylor remarked softly. As the candles burned around them.

'Yes, and if she is anything like you she will make a wonderful queen.' Tywin told her his lips tracing down her ear and neck. A yawn escaped her lips and they got out bodies dripping onto the floor. Tywin wrapped a towel around her she twisted and turned her wet feet in the puddle she was making.

'Margaery may be queen but I don't think Margaery is going to be as happy as me.' taylor told him honestly and Tywin kissed her again.

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Margaery looked like a goddess sent from the heavens and delivered into Westerose. Mace delivered her to Joffrey and she hooked arms with him as they made their way up the sept to the Septon together. He cloaked her with his protection with honor and dignity their hands bound together as the septon spoke.

Tywin kept his hand around Taylor as she smiled up at her sister. Margaery's dress, the beautiful dress they had picked out, the necklace that adorned her neck to which her grandmother got final approval on, the smile on bother Joffrey and Margaery's faces as they were about to be bound together for all eternity. They looked happy to be spending their lives together. But Taylor smiled back up at Tywin. Taylor's smile was real, Margaery was acting.

'Let it be known that Margaery of house Tyrell and Joffrey of the houses Lannister and Baratheon are one heart one flesh one soul cursed be to those who would seek to tear them asunder.'

'With this kiss I pledge my love,' Joffrey said bringing his lips to Margaery the crowd clapped happily as they were announced man and wife. King and Queen.

'We have a new queen.' Sansa said down to Tyrion.

'Yes we do,' he agreed.

'Queen Margaery!" Taylor declared clapping at she passed, Margaery reached out a hand grabbing her sisters hand happily.