Hands Of Gold

THIS LOVE.

She stood in front of Tywin, now a fully grown man. "Gemma and a Frey?"

His sculpted features turn into scowl causing her to laugh. "Father has many friends."

"To whom he owes a debt." She concluded as she wrapped her arm around his. Her sparkling emerald eyes boring into his jade ones, "I suppose you shall marry next, Young Lion?" She pokes at him with a grin on her blood red lips.

"Joanna Lannister of Lannisport." He mumbles, though he may act indifferent to the match, Gwyneth knew that Lady Joanna was beautiful, graceful, and by all accounts sweet like lemon cake. She would make the Young Lion a good wife, if he allowed her that curtsey.

"I hear she is quite a beauty, a true lioness. You should consider yourself lucky, Ty-Ty." Her green eyes, bright like emeralds offset by her deep red hair tease him, along with her use of her childhood nickname for him. She bears a striking resemblance to a rose. Her physical appearance, of course. Her hair redder than the petals, and her eyes are greener than a stem. No wonder the Targaryens called her red posey, for she is the living embodiment of a red rose.

"She is all that, and more." He says softly as she smiles and he nods to the courtiers, everyone had turned out for Gemma Lannister's wedding, a lavish and ornate affair. For Joanna Lannister, is all those things. And perhaps, he shall grow to love her but he shall never love her the way he loved the girl that reminded him of red roses.

"I do want you to be happy, Ty-Ty. Truly, that is all I ever wanted."

"Do you think Gemma will be happy?" His face scrunches into a detested scowl, as he looks to his sister dancing with her new husband.

"We make our happiness in this world." Gwyneth's words are wistful and wise, and catch him of guard for there is a thin veil of melancholy and forebodingness around them.

"And will you be happy?" His jade eyes stare in her own as he takes her round the dance floor.

"Luther Tyrell seems a good enough man... I think. But, my marriage may not be for love, it is for me to have gain back Highgarden, for my sons to rule it as my forefathers did." She looks at him with a spark of ambition in her emerald eyes.

"Of course, always a trickster. Aye, Gwyn?"

"Would you have me any other way?" She gives him a smirk causing a roar of laughter. As the two laugh, the Dragon Prince to looks on the scene, more critically. His best friend and his cousin, a love that neither showed nor could ever be.

Not like his love. He loved her with a consuming passion, one that could set the world a flame.

The Dragon Prince stared at the two dancing figures from across the room, his purple eyes watching Gwyneth like prey. Though most women would be scared she does not cower down, Aerys would never lay a finger on her pretty little head. No, he favored the girl with red-gold hair, above all others even his sister-wife, who Gwyneth adored since childhood. The two loved each other like sisters, and fought like he imagined sisters would. Rhaella was the sweetness to Gwyneth's bluntness, the splendor of the dragon to the thorns of a rose. But, Aerys liked to prick himself on her steel thorns, and from what he could tell so did Tywin Lannister. He only laughed for her.

Rhaella was the only girl, beside Gemma Lannister, who Gwyneth wished was her sister by blood. As a young child, when she was she parted from them, she prayed to the Mother every night to bring her sisters back to her.