Right For You / Tywin Lannister (2)

4. Hand

"Sit." Geneva demanded.

"You have kept me exclusively in bed." Tywin countered.

"You werent complaining last night or this morning." Geneva corrected.

"Well now I have work to do."

"Let me do it." Geneva corrected helping him get dressed. "What needs to be done?"

"Everything I'm assuming."

"Nonsense." Geneva countered. "Other people handle the everything. You handle the important things."

"I suppose." Tywin sighed running a hand along his side.

"Do you need more herbs?"

"I'm alright darling." he smiled down at her. "I can't wait to marry you." she blushed. "But first I have to handle something. It is important."

"Alright, then allow me to walk you there. Where are we going?"

"To speak with Lady Olenna."

"What do you want from that old bat?" Geneva countered.

"A union, quickly." he answered.

"Oh Ty, Cersei doesnt want-'

"her wants are of little consequence to me. She said she would and its been too much death and dilly dallying for my liking. With their union secured, the reach and the westerlands against the north. Undefeated we shall be."

"I agree but-"

"Wonderful, no buts love." Tywin begged as he knocked on the door.

"Oh do come in." Olenna grumbled.

"I want to discuss cersei and loras."

"Oh fiddle sticks. Fine."'olenna grumbled allowing them in. "Lady geneva if you wanted to marry my loras-"

"Im taken." Geneva corrected leaning into tywin. Olenna looked between them with a huff of laughter.

" You're the Hand of the King?" Kevan asked cautiously.

"No, Uncle. Clearly it would not be appropriate for a woman to assume that role. I'm merely advising my son until his grandfather returns from his near death hiatus."

"Your Grace, I would be willing to serve provisionally as the King's Hand until--" Mace offered

"You're a good man, Lord Tyrell, but I don't imagine you'll have the time. In addition to being Master of Ships, the king has appointed you Master of Coin." Cersei cut in

"Oh, Your Grace." He agreed nodding. Sure tywin knew none of this but it needed to be done.

"He called your experience and wisdom in financial matters unparalleled. He said he would be honored to have you represent the crown's interests in the same."

"The honor is all mine, Your Grace."

"Your Grace, in the past on several occasions, a Grand Maester has served as the King's Hand." Pycelle offered

" The King has named Qyburn the new Master of Whisperers." Cersei added. Tywin wouldnt like that one bit so while geneva had him on bed rest cersei needed to get her power back.

" Your Grace, him? This man? This embarrassment to the Citadel? Your Grace, what qualifications can he possibly have for this post?" Pycelle countered

"The qualification of loyalty, Grand Maester. That's far more than the eunuch ever had. Far more than many ever have." Cersei countered.

" I must say I cannot see--"

" my position has guiding my son is for the rest of my life, but as for the seat I sit in." A hand engraved in the wooden chair back. " this is temporary of course while my father is on bedrest his wife to be is very worried about him as am I. The less stress, my father has to deal with the better. I'm taking initiative to help him. Are we understood?"

"A fortnight I suppose will do fine." Olenna grumbled. " and then we ship them off to High garden?"

"Exactly." Tywin agreed. "Upon the return of her daughter the wedding shall be held."

"Yes of course... margaery you know is liking the role of queen. She will be glad to rid herself of the last one."

"Lady olenna those are the types of unpure thoughts you're supposed to keep in your head." Geneva mused. "Come Ty. You must rest."