My pride and my grief: For my sister...A Jaime Lannister Story

Ch-8

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Also, please inform me about which character you ship Jaime with, because that would really influence the story! Lastly, this chapter is dedicated to @RPfab1996, for being the only person to respond to me as yet. Thanks a lot!

(This is kinda a flashback, everyone, to make you understand the previous chapter.)

No sooner had they crossed the Lion's Mouth, a page came running over to Tywin. 'My Lord!' he exclaimed, a panicked look on his face. Joanna, alarmed, asked, 'What is it?' The boy panted 'Lord Tytos, he-' Tywin heard this exchange. 'Make haste for Casterly Rock.' he commanded.

Upon reaching Casterly Rock, they found Lord Tytos collapsed on the stairway to his mistress's chamber, Maester Frenken kneeling over him. Tywin rushed over to his father. 'Father!' he exclaimed. Maester Frenken, looking careworn, shook his head. 'Lord Tytos has left this world, My Lord.' he pronounced. Tywin bowed his head, an expression of abject despair on his face. Joanna touched his hand reassuringly.

Coming to his senses, he asked 'How did this happen?' Kevan, who was standing behind the Maester, unnoticed, informed: 'Father was going to visit his mistress, when I suddenly heard a choked shout. "Kevan!" he had shouted. By the time I got here, Father had already collapsed. So, I rushed and called for the Maester here.' 'Yes, Ser Kevan,' interrupted the Maester, 'But, he died before I could get here, from a burst heart.' Anguish passed through Tywin's features for the fraction of a second, before he gritted his teeth and growled 'Where is Besha?' (Besha is Tytos's mistress.) 'In her chambers, My Lord.' quivered Frenken.

Tywin stormed into Besha's chambers like an angry tempest. Besha, who was reclining on the bed, eyes closed, smiled at the sound, thinking it was Tytos. 'Tytos' she purred, rising from the sheets. At the sight of Tywin, she stopped short. 'What can I do for you, Young Lion?' she asked seductively. Tywin, face black like thunder, demanded, 'Those are my mother's jewels you are wearing. Take them off.' Besha, affronted, responded, 'Your father gave them to me, boy.' 'They belong to the Lady of Casterly Rock. Father might have treated you like a lady, but I know you are not.'

Saying that, he hauled Besha bodily down the stairs. 'You are hereby not allowed to set foot in Lannisport, save for one last time. You will confess your sins to each man here in the city on a Walk of Shame.' Besha's eyes widened. 'You cannot do this!' she protested. 'I can and I will.' he stated.

By that time, they had reached the bottom of the stairs. Besha stared at Tytos's body, shocked. Unfazed, Tywin declared, 'Kevan, lie Father in the Sept for the seven days of mourning.' Kevan obliged. Tywin called for the guards. They arrived, saluting. He handed Besha to them. 'Present her to Septa Rylena. Tell her to keep Besha isolated in a confined cell till she has confessed her sins. Once she has confessed, tell her to inform me.' he commanded them.