Willow // Tywin Lannister (1)

26. Get on with it pt1

'Oh, get on with it you son of a whore." Tyrion snapped his eyes open when Jaime asked

'is that was a way to talk about our mother?' Jaime questioned with a chuckle. Jaime let Tyrion out of the cell, Tyrion followed obediently.

'What are you doing?' Tyrion was shocked to hear that his brother was saving him. "Who's helping you?'

'You have more friends than you think.' Jaime added

'Who?'

'Varys.' jaime answered.

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Willow needed to stop. Her heart was racing, her head too crowded with conflict. Tomorrow Tyrion would die. But that was the rules of a trial by combat. Tywin slapped a book in his hands uselessly as he watched her shifting anxiously from one foot to the other.

"It is done, there is no need to worry yourself about this."

"I know, I just feel bad."

"Let me take your mind off of it..." Tywin suggested. He kissed her, drowning all her senses with his lingering words, his intoxicating taste, his powerful body flesh to hers.

She smiled softly looking up at him.

'Much better than our wedding night.' tywin remarked wrapping himself around her.

'Much.' she agreed.

'I think you like me.' tywin mused kissing her neck hands slipping under her dress.

'Nah I do this will all the guys.' Willow teased wrapping a hand back around him as he kissed her neck.

And they all lived happily ever after.... unless you keep reading.

"I will be right back." Tywin told her kissing her again. "Don't move." He kissed her again leaving a smile on her face as she plopped down on the bed trying yet again to read, her head tipped off the edge of the bed when she heard footsteps.

"You know learning to read while upside doesn't really work." Willow admitted with a laugh but the book dropped out of her hands when she saw Tyrion.

"Hello Willow." Tyrion said looking the room. She spun around getting to her feet making herself dizzy.

"Tyrion?" Willow said her head spinning. "What's going on?"

"Where is my father?" Tyrion found a crossbow in the corner of the room.

"What are you doing?" Willow questioned.

"I had something made for you...' Tywin stopped short seeing Tyrion.

"Father." Willow stood silently as Tyrion turned around pointing the crossbow at Tywin.

"Tyrion. Put down the crossbow. Who released you? Your brother, I expect. He always had a soft spot for you...." Tyrion tightened the grip on the crossbow, he had the upper hand, "This is how you want to speak to me, hmm? Shaming your father has always given you pleasure."

"All my life you've wanted me dead." Tyrion reminded him, tywin nodded in agreement. Willow looked between them, she didn't understand what was happening.

"Yes. But you refused to die. I respect that. Even admire it. You fight for what's yours. I'd never let them execute you. Is that what you fear? I'll never let Ilyn Payne take your head. You're a Lannister. You're my son." Silence filled the room while Tywin tried to read his sons expression, deciding if Tyrion was actually going to shoot him. "Willow come here love." Tywin requested.

"No. she is going to stay right where she is." Tyrion told him and Willow stared at Tywin nervously.

"I loved her." Tyrion admitted.

"Who?" Tywin countered putting down the gift he had made for Willow on the dressed.

"Shae."

"Oh, Tyrion... she was a whore, what about that don't you understand? Just put the crossbow down.' Tywin demanded but Tyrion shot at him. Willow shrieked as the arrow just barely grazed Tywin's ear. Tyrion loaded and raised the crossbow threatening his father to say that word again. "And what? You'll kill your own father? No. You're my son. Now, enough of this nonsense."

"I am your son and you sentenced me to die. You knew I didn't poison Joffrey, but you sentenced me all the same. Why?"

"Enough. Willow has no part of this and you are scaring her." Tywin demanded.

"Willow has nothing to fear from me." Tyrion assured. "It is you that deserves my rage." Tywin opened his mouth to speak but without hesitation, Tyrion released the arrow, shooting it into his father's stomach. Tywin flew backwards, hitting the wall, Willow screamed again her hands flying to her mouth. Tywin gripped the arrow, gasping in pain.

'Tywin!' Willow shouted but she was so scared to move.

"You shot me." Tywin declared, through clenched teeth. "You're no son of mine."

"I am your son." Tyrion answered while loading a new arrow. He lifted the arrow, pointing it right at his father. "I have always been your son." The next arrow hit him in the chest, right in the heart. It didn't take long before Tywin stopped moving.

Willow stared dazed at tywins body before her. She couldnt look away.

'Wh-what did you...'

'Willow...' tyrion whispered as he stepped out. She was too focused on tywin to see him escape into the night.

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'You two were always at each others throats!' cersei shouted

'What?' Willow looked between the twins

'You wanted him dead. You helped that monster didnt you.' Cersei spat

'What!' Willow couldnt believe she was actually being accused of murder. Her father. Yes she would kill him but she liked her banter with tywin. She hated to admit it but she liked him. He grew on her.

'You killed him.' Cersei screamed

'Never!' Willow shouted.

'Tyrion might have pulled the trigger but you are not innocent. I want her head.'