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Tywin Lannister X Reader Pt.4 (Words On A Page)

You sat trembling by the fire, downing your third goblet of Dornish wine. Fear for your mother was mounting, your mind racing on the many possibilities that could occur. Perhaps they'd already killed her? Or torturing her for information?
You suppress a shudder and empty the remaining liquid from jug into your goblet. The door opens with a loud creak, and you jump slightly in your chair, spilling a little wine onto your black overdress.

Lord Tywin strode into the room, and you notice two Redcloaks standing outside. The Old Lion shut the door as you stood and bowed.

"This is for you." He stated, holding the paper out to you.

Confused, you take it and rip open the wax stags head shaped seal and read it.

By the grace of the Gods, King Joffrey Baratheon, Lord of The Seven Kingdoms, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, hereby grants a full and unconditional pardon to Lady y/n Vaele and Lady Calla Vaele for the crime of Treason in the Year 283 AC. By the mercy of The King, the Crown hereby absolves the aforementioned Ladies of all charges and penalties associated with their crime. Let it be known throughout the realm that Lady y/n Vaele and Lady Calla Vaele are henceforth cleared of all guilt and may resume their place within society, with the full rights and privileges thereof.

"My Lord... I don't know what to say..." You stutter, gawping back at the Old Lion.

"Say you'll accept the Kings offer, my offer, of shelter here at the Keep. The Crown will provide for you and your mother, have her seen by healers and keep you both safe and happy as part of reconciliation."

"Why? I mean... Thank you, My Lord, but why have us pardoned?"

"Like I said, your mother was a good friend of my sister Genna. She was like another sister to me growing up. We are also related through my mother's side." Tywin's jaw bounced as he debated adding his next words. "I also like having you around."

"I very much enjoy time in your company, Lord Lannister. Your kindness to me and my mother mean more than I can ever say." You reply, blushing deeply and looking at your feet out of habit.

"I took the liberty of having your mother brought straight to the Maesters tower, I am sorry to say that she is in a bad way, Lady y/n." Lord Tywin says, pushing open the door and beckoning you through it. "I will have some chambers arranged for you, but for now I think it best to see your mother."

You nod and follow the man at a swift pace, the two Redcloaks following you, their half-plate armour clattering dully as they walk.

You sped up the spiralling staircases that made your head spin until you finally came to the main room in the Maesters tower.

"Lady Vale, I presume?" The old Maester asked Lord Tywin, not even bothering to address you.

"Yes." He replied, shortly.

The short white haired man turned to you, "I am very sorry, Lady Vaele, but there is not much I can do. Your mother has severe growths in her lungs, and she is unable to breathe well enough to keep her alive. I fear she will not survive the night."

Tears well in your eyes as you protest "No, the Healer said that it was from flour inhalation. That it could expectorated and she would recover..." You realise now that you were blinded by your hopes, and that the Maesters were too well trained to be mistaken. Tears fell from your eyes as you pushed the old man aside and entered the room to see your mother.