The wedding was a big event and the crowd clapped rather loudly when Joffrey kissed Margery and sealed their marriage. Of course, until they would sleep together; the marriage was nothing but a fancy title.
Visenya had been observing how awkward Margaery felt and how hard she tried to hide it behind a small fake smile. She knew of Joffrey's nature but she did not know that there were people pulling strings in the background to save her and the realm from another mad king.
Once the wedding was over, the guests started to filter out and slowly make their way towards the place where the reception and the feast would take place. In this small moment of people walking like a coordinated pack of sheep, Visenya had found an opening and left Tywin's side.
She found Olenna by the Gardens, staring ahead at the blue sea of Blackwater Bay. Their discussion was coded, their voice low but they made it look as casual as both women stood by the edge of the path and looked ahead.
Their discussion was cut short when Tywin was seen approaching them. Immediately, Visenya turned to face him and greeted him with a nod of her head. He eyed her carefully, passively admiring her outfit under the sun and then looked at her latest company.
"I do not believe I am interrupting," he said and motioned for them to keep walking as guests were coming their way.
Olenna waved her hand dismissively. "Of course not. We were just talking about this beautiful wedding" the old woman said as the two women walked side by side.
However, Tywin moved swiftly to be between them and forced the two ladies to have a bigger distance between them. Olenna took notice and chuckled silently at the possessive and jealous nature of the Old Lion, something she had heard of rather often and now could say was all true.
"Since you were discussing the wedding, a bit much, wouldn't you say?" he asked, deciding to also join the discussion by having Olenna on his left and Visenya on his right, as per usual.
"It feels proportionate," Olenna commented.
"Proportionate to what?"
"The expected extravagance, of course"
"People who spend their money on this sort of nonsense tend not to have it for long."
The Queen of Thorns rolled her eyes. "You sound just like your Lady Wife. She told me the exact same thing" the older woman said, making him look at the Dragoness.
"Did she now?" he questioned, sending her a look.
She offered him a ghost smirk, playing along with the lie as if she had already rehearsed it. "Of course. I did learn from the best after all"
This seemed to please him, evident by the twinkle in his eyes. However, since they were not alone he focused on the third person in this discussion. "Hmmm" he exclaimed.
"You ought to try enjoying something before you die, Tywin, Visenya." She said, being from the few to ever use their names so informally. "You might find it suits you, both of you"
"The tunic that suits one person will not ensure it will fit the other" Visenya quoted, earning the attention of the duo.
Tywin smirked faintly, clearly enjoying her smart and slightly snarky comment while she proved to share his thoughts on the whole idea and discussion topic.
Olenna, on the other hand, arched an eyebrow at her bravery to say those words but one could see that she was amused by her attempt; trying to sound professional and proper in front of her Lord Husband when she could throw so much poison if she wished to.
The path ahead of them merged with another one that was made mostly by steps. Lord Mace was approaching them with a smile, clearly intending to join them.
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The Shadow Queen of Tywin Lannister
FanfictionAfter the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens & Lannisters are put into question; marriage seems to be the only choice left. To his surprise, it is himself that will get...
