Prologue
Cersei gave a large grunt, as her son, Joffrey was brought into this world. He had blonde Lannister hair and green eyes. She smiled proudly at her son. Cersei had finally created a life with her perfect other, Jaime. But to her surprise she felt something else kicking in her stomach.
"We are going to have twins. " She informed Jaime who was holding her hand.
"They can be just like us. Inseparable" Jaime said placing a kiss on his sister's forehead.
Cersei continued howling in pain as her second son finally came out of her womb. But to Cersei and Jaime's shock, the child had Baratheon features. He had Robert's thick black hair and sea like blue eyes.
The mid wife attending her knew of Cersei's secret. When Cersei gave her a questionable look, the mid wife answered- "Your lady, it is possible for twins to have different fathers. The one with blonde hair has been fathered by Ser Jaime and the black haired one by King Robert. For such a case to be possible the period between conceiving has to be very close."
"But I washed off Robert's seed." Cersei wailed. She rubbed her tears to the sleeve of her under gown.
Jaime tried consoling his sister. But deep inside even he was disappointed. He hated the fact that Cersei had a child with a man who treated her like rubbish.
"What shall we name them sweet sister?" Jaime asked trying to hide his pain.
"We shall name our son Joffrey and Robert's son Tywin, after father." Cersei answered. She would not let any of her children have a Baratheon name.
(Five years later)
Joffrey and his twin brother had been called to the royal court by their father. Joffrey was a rather plump five year old. He waddled to keep up with his younger twin brother, Tywin. Tywin had already started enjoying activities such as swimming and sword play. Ser Barristan Selmy had promised he could join the Kingsguard once he came of age. He was already delighted by the prospect. He would get to ride with Barristan the Bold and his Uncle Jaime. He already yearned for a white cloak to hang on his shoulders.
Joffrey and Tywin entered the royal court. They had been escorted by their Uncle Jaime, a member of the Kingsguard. Their father sat on the Iron throne. On his left and right, stood the other members of his Kingsguard. The King's small council was also present. This had to be something serious.
Robert cleared his throat before speaking, "Boys, I have decided to foster you to other Lords of the Seven Kingdoms. Joffrey you shall be joining Lord Tully at Riverrun and Tywin you shall be joining my dear friend Lord Stark in the North."
At this moment their mother interrupted him," Robert please let Joff stay here. He is the crown prince and if something terrible is to happen to him." She shuddered. "Send Tywin to Lord Stark but I beg of you not to be foolish enough to send Joff to Riverrun."
"Shut up foolish woman. The boys need to learn outside the kingdom. Ned and I had been fostered at the Eyerie. Your brother had been fostered at Crakehall Almost all great men have been fostered. It gives you a different outlook." He shouted.
Tywin hated it whenever his mother was shouted at by his father. Sure she preferred Joff to him. But she was still his mother.
"Nonsense Robert. You were fostered before you became King and Eddard was not even the heir of Winterfell at that point." Cersei said back.
"Fine woman. Whatever you wish for. Joff will remain here while Tywin goes to the North." He said defeated.
Cersei evidently proud that she had won the argument beamed with pleasure. But Tywin felt terrible. Why didn't his mother try to keep him at the Red Keep? Was he not equal to Joffrey in her eyes? Tywin felt his eyes brimming with tears. He wiped them with the sleeve of his tunic. He felt a hand placed on his shoulder. Tywin turned around and saw his Uncle Jaime looking at him.
"Don't cry Tywin. Some day you will be the Lord Commander of your brother's Kingsguard. You'll be the greatest knight in the Seven Kingdoms. Greater than Ser Arthur Dayne." He said reassuring his nervous nephew.
"Ser Arthur Dayne?" He asked.
"Ser Arthur Dayne."
Tywin gave Jaime an innocent smile before hugging his uncle. Jaime sometimes wished that Tywin was his son instead of Joffrey.
(Two years later)
This was the second year that Tywin had been fostered at Winterfell. And he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He was just a year younger than Lord Eddard's sons, Jon and Robb. Lady Sana was a year younger than him and Lady Arya, two years younger than him. Bran was a little toddler and Rickon a mere babe in his mother's arms.
Lady Catherine was an improvement from his lady mother. She actually looked after him as though he was her own son.
Theon Greyjoy was another amusement for the likes of Tywin, Robb and Jon. The boy was thirteen and almost close to being a man. He often secretly took the boys deep into the forest for hunting and they came back with a rabbit or two. Lord Eddard always use to scold them for sneaking off to hunt but deep inside the boys knew he was proud of their escapades. Lady Arya at six often tried to join them but the boys tried to avoid her. "She is an Other in disguise." Jon had once informed him.
Tywin was depressed that he had almost forgotten about his real family. The ravens had brought messages informing them that the Queen had given birth to a lovely girl named Myrcella. Tywin tried imagining how his sister looked. He imagined her with either Sansa's face or Arya's face. The memory of how his parents looked had almost faded from his head. But he clearly remembered how Uncle Jaime looked with his blond hair and charismatic energy. He could never forget his role model. He just prayed that he remained a Baratheon and did not transform into a Stark.
(5 years later)
Ser Boros Blount and Ser Meryn Trant had come to pick him up. His fostering was done. King Robert had sent a letter to the North informing them that Tywin was to return to King's Landing. His training as a knight was to begin under Ser Barristan Selmy.
Tywin knew that crying was meant for weaklings but he did cry anyway. He cried for all the times he had shared with his band of brothers, Jon, Robb and Theon. He was also going to miss the wild Arya and the gentle and caring Sansa. He would miss Lady Catherine's mothering nature and Lord Eddard's sternness. He would also cry over the curious Bran and the bubbling Rickon.
Throughout the ride back, Tywin thought only of Winterfell and his family there. He wondered how much his family at court had changed. Were they even his real family? Tywin cried.
"Don't cry boy." Boros grunted at him.
Tywin stopped after that order but he imagined the castle of Winterfell in his head.
Once they reached King's Landing, Tywin was sent to his father immediately. As he approached his father's room in the Red Keep he saw a woman exit his room. The girl was no more than five years older than him. She looked like one of those women who Theon often talked of. What did he call them? Wenches.
At Winterfell, Lord Eddarrd never cheated on his wife except for Jon that is. But he never imagined his father would be so dissatisfied about his marriage.
Tywin walked in. He saw his father lying on his bed. His father had definitely changed. He had grown obese and his beard had pieces of food stuck in it. He smelled of ale.
Upon the arrival of his son, he rose from his bed and approached for a hug. Tywin did hug him but the smell of his father made him want to puke. He smelt of rotten food and alcohol.
"My son! You look like a true Baratheon!" His father said while patting his back.
Tywin did look like a true Baratheon. He had gotten his father and Uncle Renly's muscular build along with their thick black hair. He kept his hair till his shoulders and tied it into a pony. His eyes were blue like the ocean's blue. He stood easily a few inches above his once tall father. His once tall father had been reduced by the weight of his obesity.
"Father such a long time. Surely you missed me." Tywin said. But there was no emotion behind it. He had no feelings for this ruined man. A man has to keep his honor like Lord Eddard he thought.
"Go and visit your mother lad. I have to wash and get ready to welcome you back in court." He said.
"As you wish Lord Father." He said.
Tywin was led by Ser Meryn to his mother's chambers. He knocked on her door. A beautiful woman with flowing blonde hair opened the door. His mother put a hand to her mouth to prevent herself from shouting. Cersei's eyes were brimming with tears. She hugged her son before leading him into her chambers.
Sitting on his mother's bed was a boy about his age. He had blonde hair till his shoulders and green Lannister eyes.
"Joffrey, do you recognize me?" Tywin asked his brother.
"Tywin is it? Mother why is he back?" Joffrey asked.
Tywin felt insulted. How could his own brother treat him like an alien? He had already started missing the Stark's hospitability.
"He is training to join the Kingsguard." His mother answered.
"You in the Kingsguard? I don't think they take losers." Joffrey said before guffawing.
Tywin ignored him and asked his mother how she had been. She answered that she had been perfectly fine.
Tywin did not feel at home.
Author's note-
To all the readers who think twins cannot have different fathers- It is very much possible though in very rare cases. You can google it. If you have any questions or reviews related to the story please feel free to leave a comment or pm me. In the next chapter I will cover his training with Barristan. Then in the third chapter, we begin with the storyline of Game of Thrones.