I Knew You Were Trouble // Tywin Lannister (1)

5. Ridiculous

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''Taeylor your uncle has had a ridiculous thought.'' Kevan began and tywin stepped forward. Taeylor looked to him. ''Feel free to laugh in his face.'' Kevan added glaring at tywin. ''But it is your choice.'' Kevan added after a moments hesitation.

''What is this ridiculous thought uncle?'' Taeylor questioned sweetly.

''Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?'' Taeylor stared at him a moment as kevan laughed

''I told you ridiculous,'' kevan said.

''Yes,'' taeylor agreed.

''See tywin-'

''Yes. I will marry you.'' Taeylor agreed and kevans jaw dropped

'What?'

''Really?'' Tywin said stepping closer.

''Yes,'' she said breathlessly

''Taeylor!'' Kevan declared but a smile curved her lips as tywin kissed her. Kevan was appalled his brother and his daughter. ''Taeylor think this through.'' Kevan begged but her fingers gripped tywins shirt keeping him to her. ''Taeylor!''

Tywin stroked his thumb against her cheek as his lips pulled away from hers. She felt her heart beating in her chest like never before.

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'Why are you smiling?' Tyrion questioned

'Because I'm happy' Cersei said grinning at him wickedly.

'Why are you happy?' Tyrion asked hesitantly

'Because I have your little whore.' Cersei said grinning.

'I thought you preferred blondes?' Tyrion remarked nonchalantly. Tyrion couldn't breathe he had to act natural.

'Such a troll little fellow,' Tyrion couldn't breathe, choking down his wine.

'Why do you care who I fuck?' Tyrion questioned faking disinterest.

'Because a Lannister always pays her debts, you stole my only daughter you plot to have Joffrey killed.'

Cersei told him 'My Marcella, I am going to make you suffer as I suffer.' Cersei told him wickedly.

'This is madness Stannis will be here in days and you need me.' Tyrion informed her.

'For what? your skill in battle? Pretty thing, little whore lovely body, the bruises will heal in time.' Cersei went on happily.

'Where did you find her?' Tyrion asked nonchalantly.

'Varys, the one that hears whispers. Really a Lannister lion necklace? you need to hide your secret whores more carefully.' Cersei informed him.

'You've forgotten the most important thing about whores.' Tyrion told her

'Well you are the expert, so tell me.'

'You don't buy them you only rent them.' Tyrion reminded her.

'You're usually a better liar baby brother. This one you like, you like her very much. Could it be love? Tell me you didn't marry this one," Tyrion swallowed the lump in his throat. "Oh good, father will be happy." Cersei said smugly. "Don't worry she will be treated gently enough unless Joffrey's hurt and then every wound he suffers she will suffer too and if he dies there is not a man alive that could devise a more painful death for your little cunt.' Cersei spat.

'And how do I know you haven't killed her already?'

'do you want to see her? I thought you might.' Cersei called to her guard. 'bring in my brothers whore,' Tyrion got up cautiously turning to the door but this woman was not his, not Shae. She looked at him expectantly and Tyrion walked up to her.

'I am sorry they hurt you... you must be brave...' he reached out of hand taking hers in his. 'I promise I will make this right for you.'

'Don't forget me' Ros said

'Never.' tyrion answered relived. Cersei smiled viciously

'I will hurt you for this, there will come a day when you think you are safe and happy and your joy will turn to ashes and you will know... and you will know that the debt has been paid.' Ceresi informed him. 'Get. Out.'

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'You will be pleased to know that our mutual friend is doing quite well in lady sansa's service.' Varys said to tyrion.

'Good,' Tyrion answered 'one of my better ideas.'

'And it seems the grandmaster has found himself into a black cell? Well played my Lord hand but should I be worried? Slynt and now Pycelle the small council grows smaller every day.'

'Counselors have a reputation for serving past tense poorly. I don't mean to follow ned stark to the grave.' Tyrion told him.

'Power is a curious thing my Lord. Are you fond of riddles?'

'Why am I about to get one?'

'Three great men sit in a room a king a priest and a rich man between them stand a common sell sword each great man lets the sell sword kill the other two. Who lives and who dies?' varys questioned him.

'Depends on the sell sword' Tyrion told him.

'It doesn't, he's neither Crown, nor gold, nor favor with the gods.' Varys told him.

'He has a sword the power of life and death.' Tyrion went on.

'But if it's swordsman who rule why do we pretend kings have all the power?' varys questioned.

'I've decided I don't like riddles.' tyrion said.

'A shadow on the wall and a very small man can cast a very large shadow.'

"Thank you for that." Tyrion said stiffly.

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''I always wondered why you never remarried.'' Taeylor remarked

'''Never found that special person.'' Tywin remarked

''Yet you quite quickly offered yourself to me.'' Taeylor reminded him

''I did. I'm glad of it.'' Tywin assured tipping her chin up to him. Kevan choked out a cough as he passed.

"Brother, there is a meeting." He grumbled.

"Just a moment." Taeylor said sweetly. Impatient for a taste of her sweet lips, Tywin wove his fingers through her hair, tilting her head to capture her mouth. Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren't even there before, that was how Taeylor felt. It was a love song in the making.