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

8. Stupid Hot

'We hanged 20 men last night.' Gregor told him

'I don't care if you hanged 100. A man tried to kill me. I want his name and I want his head.' Tywin demanded

'We think it was an infiltrator from the Brotherhood Without Banners.' Gregor told him

'Pretentious name for a band of outlaws." Taeylor remarked softly as she leaned back on Tywin's desk. 

'We can't allow rebels behind our lines to harass us with impunity. We look like fools and they look like heroes.' Tywin remarked bitterly 'That's how kings fall. I want them dead, every last one.'

'Killing them isn't the problem. It's finding them.' Gregor informed him.

'Have you gone soft, Clegane?" Taeylor questioned smugly. "Perhaps we should have called upon sandor for this job." Taeylor offered, she hadnt seen Sandor in years but he had been her friend what seemed a lifetime ago now. Gregor grit his teeth as he stared down at her. but Taeylor wasn't afraid of the mountain, not when she had Tywin beside her that was, she felt fearless. Tywin put a hand on her shoulder, it was sexy and terrifying when she went up against the biggest knights.

'I always thought you had a talent for violence. Burn the villages, burn the farms. Let them know what it means to choose the wrong side.' Tywin told him firmly.

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'Is that mutton?'

'Yes, My Lord.'

'Don't like mutton.' Tywin remarked.

"No mutton for the wedding." Taeylor agreed as she took a sip of her wine. 

'I'll bring something else.' Arya said quickly keeping her head down as she moved but Tywin spoke up.

'Leave it. Are you hungry?' Tywin offered, and Taeylor rose a brow, Tywin was being nice to a child? That wasnt like him, maybe she was changing him. 

'No.' Arya answered quickly. 

'Of course you are. Eat.' Tywin told her.

'I'll eat in the kitchen later, My lord.' Arya offered

'It's bad manners to refuse a lords offer. Sit. Eat.' Tywin instructed so arya sat and ate. ''You're small for your age. I suppose you've been underfed your whole life.''

''I eat a lot. I just don't grow.' Arya corrected, Taeylor chuckled.

"Sounds like you." Tywin whispered to Taeylor as she poured them a glass of wine. Tywin moved around the table looking out the window. 'This will be my last war, win or lose.' He remarked.

"Because you and I are going to start a wonderful life together?" Taeylor remarked hopefully.  Tywin smiled back at her. No wars, just love, what a wonderful life. 

'Have you ever lost before?' arya questioned curiously. 

"He is far too impressive to lose." Taeylor corrected. 

'Do you think I'd be in my position if I had lost a war?" Tywin agreed.  "But this is the one I'll be remembered for. The "war of Five Kings" they're calling it." Arya gripped her knife staring at Tywin she could kill him, she could do it but Taeylor caught her eye, staring at her, Arya hesitated. 

'My legacy will be determined in the coming months. Do you know what legacy means?" Tywin asked turning back to her and she turned back to her plate. Arya shook her head. Taeylor rose a brow, there was something off about this girl that was for sure. 

''It's what you pass down to your children and your children's children. It's what remains of you when you're gone. Harren the Black thought this castle would be his legacy. The greatest fortress ever built ... the tallest towers, the strongest walls. The Great Hall had 35 hearths. 35. Can you imagine?' Tywin questioned wrapping his arms around Taeylor's waist, she leaned back into him. 'Look at it now ...' he said with a hint of disgust. 'a blasted ruin. Do you know what happened?' Tywin asked Arya