"Everyone believes Tywin Lannister shits gold. But that's only because he's kept you from the rest of the world."
Tasha was probably Tywin Lannister's greatest strength, but also his greatest weakness. Something that Robb Stark discovers when he tak...
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"Robb Stark has fleed back to the North, my Lord."
One of Tywin's generals informed him during their meeting in the war room. They had managed to claim Casterly Rock from the clutches of Robb and his army.
They were all present in the war room in Casterly Rock looking over plans that were going to be set in place.
Now that Robb Stark had been drawn back to the North it was only a matter of time before he spread the rumors of the woman who could turn everyday trinkets into gold.
And that was something that Tywin could not have happen.
"Do we know where in the North?"
"We believe he's returning to his mother's old home."
Tywin nodded. So Robb Stark was returning to the Tullys. He was running with his tail between his legs like the wounded wolf pup he was. He was no King of the North like they all claimed him to be.
No, he was nothing but a scared little boy playing war.
"Make arrangements to continue to push him back again. Perhaps now that his wife is dead, he will remember what happens when you march on the South."
Tywin said as he rose from his chair. The men all rose with him and stood in their places as they watched their Lord leave the room without another word.
Tywin made his way to his chambers.
He had Tasha moved to his room after blood was spilt in hers. He didn't want her to stay in a room that would give her more grief.
She had been through enough.
Entering his chambers Tywin noticed as Tasha looked up from her hands. He had seen a small golden nugget resting in them.
He also noticed the bruising that was shown on her face now from the attacks she had suffered ordered by Robb Stark himself.
It made his blood boil.
"My Lord."
She said softly watching as he made his way toward her. He stopped before her and rested his hand atop the back of her chair where she sat right before the fireplace.
The fireplace was alive with the warm flames to battle against the chilling night air that entered through the open windows.
