"From House Tyrell and the people of the Reach, Your Grace, it is my honor to present you with this wedding cup." mace declared placing it before joffrey. "May you and my daughter Margaery drink deep and live long." Mace declared.
" A handsome goblet, my lord. Or shall I call you Father?" Joffrey agreed.
" I shall be honored, Your Grace. " he bowed before heading back to his seat.
"When Joffrey dies can I have his sword?" Aeron questioned Tywin glanced to him. "Not that I'm hoping he dies-"
"You think your father will outlive the king?" Tywin countered.
"Joffrey doesnt know what he's doing with a sword, he is more likely to stab himself." Aeron agreed simply.
" She's the whore I told you about. The dark-haired one." Cersei whispered to her father.
"Have her brought to the Tower of the Hand before the wedding." Tywin instructed. Zaria followed their gaze.
"Who is that?" She questioned.
"No one important." Tywin assured kissing her cheek.
"A book?" joffrey groaned.
" "The Lives of Four Kings." Grand Maester Kaeth's history of the reigns of Daeron the Young Dragon, Baelor the Blessed, Aegon the Unworthy, and Daeron the Good. A book every king should read." Tyrion agreed. Joffrey stared back at him as tywin approached.
"Now that the war is won, we should all find time for wisdom. Thank you, Uncle." Joffrey agreed stiffly.
" One of only three Valyrian steel swords in the capital, Your Grace, freshly forged in your honor." Tywin remarked. Joffrey exuberantly, unsheathed the sword.
"Careful, Your Grace. Nothing cuts like Valyrian steel." Pycelle warned.
" So they say." he chopped at the book Tyrion gave him. Tyrion rolled his eyes stepping farther away. "Such a great sword should have a name. What shall I call her?"
"Stormbringer."
" Terminus."
" Widow's Wail."
" Wolfsbane." the people called out.
" Widow's Wail. I like that. Every time I use it, it'll be like cutting off Ned Stark's head all over again."
Arthur looked to Zaria.
"Just ignore him. I try to."
"If Ned Stark could kill grandfather and you didnt hate him-" Arthur began.
"Art, baby please." Zaria begged. "Dont draw more attention to it, the poor girl has been through enough." Zaria nodded to Sansa her face turned down trying to hide her tears.
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"Let it be known that Margaery of House Tyrell and Joffrey of the Houses Lannister and Baratheon are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder."
"With this kiss, I pledge my love."
"Bit much, wouldn't you say?" Tywin drawled.
" It feels proportionate." Olenna challenged.
" Proportionate to what?" Tywin countered dragging a hand down zaria's back her very dornish dress, shimmering golds and thin fabric, her golden hair tied up high on her head, but loose strands fell around her face perfectly.
" The expected extravagance." Olenna clarified.
" People who spend their money on this sort of nonsense tend not to have it for long." Tywin corrected.
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Wish You The Best / Jaime Lannister / Tywin Lannister
FanfictionFrom the outside Zaria Dayne's life looked golden. Look closer you could see her breaking. 🦁 "I would wish you the best but you already had it." ⚔️ Most characters and rights belong to grrm
