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Tywin Lannister X Reader - Pt.2 - (Words On A Page)

You make your way back to the small room you and your mother shared, pondering the meaning of Lord Tywin's actions.

You feel a flush rise in your cheeks as you remember how humiliated you felt. Did he enjoy seeing you struggle? Find pleasure in how stupid you were? Or maybe he just missed teaching someone to read, his wife was dead, and his children were grown after all. 

"How was your day at the Keep?" Your mother inquiries, looking up at you from her bed. She looked ever more pale. 

"It was fine, mother. I am working mostly in Lord Tywin's tower." You utter, placing the small bottle of medicine on the table and mixing it into a paste with some honey.

Your mother coughs wetly, dabbing at her mouth with a rag. "That old bastard. He'd better not mistreat you."

Grabbing the bowl of paste and a spoon, you sit beside her. "I doubt he will. Even if he does, I can't do anything about it." Spoon feeding her the mixture, you notice some blood on the rag. "You're getting worse. Why didn't you tell me you were coughing blood?"

Your mother shakes her head, "It is fine, this medicine will work."

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All next day you couldn't keep your mind off your mother. Coughing blood is never good, perhaps she has White Death... If so, you could count the moons until you too fell ill with it. 

Celia kept you busy with the myriad of jobs that needed going around the keep. You almost forget about Lord Tywin's request when the ninth bell struck. You make an excuse to Celia that you need to clean the old lions office as per his request and she hesitantly lets you go.

You bustle up the spiraling steps to the office of the Lannister patriarch. There were no guards at the door, and you wondered whether your Lord was in there. You almost hesitated but decided it was better to knock than just leave. You tapped the door twice with your knuckles and heard a few footsteps before Lord Tywin opened the door. You bow to him, and he greets you by name, stepping aside and letting you in the room. 

He had the book placed on the table next to one of the low chairs by the fire, as well as a goblet of wine. "Please sit." He says, as you hear him lock the door.

Your heart flutters in panic but you stay as calm as you can, and sit in the seat next to the book. 

"I thought we'd try something else today." Lord Tywin smiled, taking a sip from his own goblet. "Start from the cover."

You lift the green leather bound tome, it's cover was embossed with gilded vines and it's title glittered in large gold capitals. The Stories of The House of Vaele. Your heart sank.

Swallowing a mouthful of the sweet yellow honey wine, you begin to read. "The stories of the house of Vaele. This book ch-ron-ice-ls -"

Lord Tywin interrupts to correct you."Kh-ron-ickles. In this word, the c and the h together make a k sound."

You nod your head. "Thank you My Lord. - chronicles the story of the rise and fall of the house of Vaele. The house of Vaele was founded in 131 AC at the conc-lu-seeon of the Dance o-"

"Con-clue-shun" 

"-the conclusion of the Dance of Dragons. The House of Vaele were legitimised and given a seat in the region of Bellmoore, their keep being Moornstead Castle. This was bestowed upon the founder of the house, Aegador Vaele, a wealthy Lysene trader, in reward for his financial support to the late Queen Rhaenyra during the civil war known as the Dance of Dragons." You stop and take another deep drink.

"Lord Aegador Vaele was married in the following year to Lady Maris Baratheon, the eldest of the Four Storms. Together they had three sons and two daughters, all of whom made advantageous marriages and inherited the blood of old Valyria from their father, being born with the signature purple eyes and fair hair." You look up at Lord Tywins face, witnessing a smirk upon his handsome features. 

"Turn to the last chapter and read the last few passages." He ordered.

"Yes My Lord." You turn the many pages of the book, skipping past many lists of marriages, births and deaths in the family. "House Vaele met it's downfall after their open support of the Mad King led to their castles sacking by the army of Robert the Usurper in the year 283 AC, with all but the last living heir escaping back to his ancestral isle of Lys." 

You closed the book and passed it to Lord Tywin as he stood to take it from your hands and replace it on the bookshelf.  He walked over to the desk and brought the wine jug over, refilling your goblets. Sitting down, he began to talk.

"You know, there were several marriages between House Vaele and that of my own. For example, Lord Aeraxes Vaele married Lady Elenna Lannister. There was another marriage between Lady Tenaera Vaele and Lord Lewell Lannister. I myself have some blood of the Vaeles' in me. Another prominent marriage was that of Lady Rhanerys Vaele and Lord Edrys Baratheon." 

"That's very interesting, My Lord." You replied, smiling up at the older man.

"It is. It's interesting how such great houses can fall over time, from merely a few wrong decisions. House Vaele was renowned for their intelligence, as well as their quick wit and the rather unique quality of having longer fingers than most.

You nod and follow the older man with your eyes as he stands up.

Walking over to the window, he stared out of it and spoke "You forgot to keep up the fake illiterate act, Lady Vaele."