Right For You / Tywin Lannister (2)

6. Tower so High

" Living in a tower so high, it touches the clouds. Of course my grandmother couldn't wait to go home. The capital is not for everyone, I suppose. Does your mother like it here?" Margaery remarked.

" I don't think so. She told me never to trust anyone in King's Landing." Tommen countered. 

"It's so wonderful to have her watching over you. A lioness guiding her cub." margaery went on pouring some wine.

"Well, but I'm a man now." He reminded her.

"You are. And the king." She passed off the wine. "But you'll always be her baby-boy."

"I suppose."

" I adore how she has always been so generous with me, so kind. And the horror she's had to injure." She sat down to brush out her hair. "Losing her husband, her eldest child and her brother. It's no wonder she's so protective of you. She'll never let you out of her sight."

"Have you made up your mind?" Tywin asked. 

"I need another day." Cersei countered. Tywin hesitated. "Just one more day. It's my future, I can't pick incorrectly." 

"Fine. One more or else i pick for you." Tywin agreed walking off. 

"Thank you..." She whispered before seeing Tommen. Maybe a house that would keep her closer to Tommen. 

"Do you ever miss Casterly Rock?" Tommen questioned

"There's nothing for me in Casterly Rock." Cersei corrected

"That's where you grew up.." Tommen countered "You always told me that you liked the people there better. You said that King's Landing smelled of horse dung and sour milk."

" Why are we speaking of Casterly Rock?" Cersei chuckled.

"The way that you talked about it, I always thought that you missed it. That you... That it was your real home."

"Did you grandfather speak to you?'

"about what?" Tommen asked. 

"About..." cersei stopped herself. "What made you think of the rock?"

"margaery thought you might be homesick."

"Of course she did." Cersei hissed. 

Geneva glanced from Tywin to the chamber pot, back to tywin and then barfed. Tywin's brow furrowed that was not how he wanted his future bride to look at him, with a pale face before barfing. 

"I dont know whats wrong with me." Geneva whimpered. 

"You have the flu no doubt." Tywin offered touching her forehead, "You feel a bit calmly." Geneva nodded and he wrapped a blanket around her. She noticed the speckled blood on it and shrugged it off quickly, rising up. 

"What's-" but then he saw it. He tossed it aside calling for new blankets and to have that one removed from his sight. 

"He is gone, you saved me," Tywin reminded her kneeling beside her. 

"I close my eyes and have these dreams of you dying in my arms." Geneva countered. 

"I'm right here." he reminded her wrapping his arms around her. "Right here." 

" We are not kidnapping their princess. We are rescuing my niece, bringing her back to the family," Jaime corrected

" Your niece?" Bronn countered incredulously.  "I've been doing this sort of thing a long time. I'm good at it."

"That's why you're here." Jaime confirmed.

"I know. Why are you here? Why not send 40 of me, or an army? Unlike most folks, you actually got one." Bronn countered

"Because I don't want to start a war." Jaime offered

"That still doesn't explain why you're doing it."

"It has to be me."

Geneva sat beside Tywin, he sat head of the table, something cersei didnt like but she sufficed. She liked being in control and she was losing her power. 

" The Iron Bank has called one tenth of the Crown's debts. Given the expense of rebuilding the royal -" Mace began.

" How much can the Crown afford?" Geneva questioned

"With winter coming, half what they ask. Less." Mace answered. Tywin's foot tapped like a metronome beneath the table.  

"You're the Master of Coin. How do we pay them?" Tywin suggested. Cersei had caught him up on who was who in the council now and Tywin wasnt in the mood to fix her mistakes just yet. 

"Well, House Tyrell could front the gold, and the -the Crown will pay us back in time, or I'll have words with my daughter." Mace offered, he smiled, as if expecting a laugh. Qyburn and Pycelle both looked down. Mace's smile faded Cersei smiled softly.

"Yes, a word with your daughter would be preferred." Tywin agreed. "Seeing as she is the crown now." Tywin added. "But you've already given us too much. No, we must arrange better terms with the Iron Bank." Tywin decided. He wouldnt take their money and have olenna hold it over his head for years to come, or until the old bat croaked. 

"Absolutely." mace agreed

"In person." Geneva suggested, Cersei nodded. 

"Me?" mace countered.

" We must send an envoy to the Iron Bank, someone of importance, to show these bankers our respect. As the King's Master of Coin, I can think of no one more qualified." Cersei agreed, Tywin leaned back in his chair, so cersei was good at this, he had never paid attention before but his focus was split majority half on Geneva and the lesser 49% on the council.

"I will be honored, Your Grace."

"The King has expressed concern about his father-in-law's safety on this voyage." Cersei added. "He's ordered Ser Meryn to personally lead your escort." Geneva held back a curious look, at least she hoped to remain indifferent on getting rid of the commander. Get rid of two useless or powerful men but why?

"My very own Kingsguard? Please express -" Mace began.

" Safe travels, Lord Tyrell."

" Of course, of course," he gathered his belongings, and then got up." I'll give your regards to the Titan of Braavos."