Tywin woke up with a terrible headache, but at the same time it was so delighted and calm inside of his heart. He hadn't had this feeling long ago, since the death of Joanna. His front was warmed by something very hot, he felt the faint scent of lavender. He lowered his head and saw a mop of red hair spread all over the pillow. His hand was tightly pressing a female small body to his chest, the green of his eyes met with the blue across him, and only after that Tywin realized that he woke up with Catelyn Stark.

They stared at each other: he with surprise and incomprehension, she... she was just surprised. In the eyes of each other, both frantically tried to find answers to their questions, but they didn't see even a tiny hint.

Only after a few moments of staring, seemed to them an eternity, Tywin finally realized that he was still holding Catelyn tightly to his chest, and she didn't object.

Then he slowly started to pull away, but Cat, too, suddenly rousing herself from deep thought, twitched to the other side.

After they had separated, Tywin had some time to look around the room. To put it mildly, it was the room after the strongest earthquake: all the paintings lying on the floor, here and there lay torn things, some piece of clothes looking more like a piece of underwear was hanging on the chandelier, but the most unusual discovery of Tywin was a door, which stood next to the wall. Lannister immediately realized that his servants already came, because in their mental and physical condition, the door could have been knocked, but couldn't have been put near the entrance.

While Tywin was thinking about the damage, Cat desperately tried to remember how she got in his house and, more importantly, in his bed, but could not remember anything as alcohol in her body stopped all possible ideas. The woman tried to pick up piece by piece the fragments of memory, but all she managed to recover was her children coaxing her to go to a bar and enjoy herself, seems, along with Mage. "Damn, Mage. I have to find out if she knows something or not. Gods, if only she knew nothing", desperately flashed in the head of a woman.

With this unpleasant thought Catelyn jumped out of bed and soon regretted it.

She immediately felt a severe migraine and nausea, the amount of alcohol that she had drunk at once fell on the woman and started to squeeze her troubled head. Catelyn decided to go to the bathroom, but when she made the first move, she collapsed back onto the bed. It had never happened with Cat before! Never! Even with Ned! It was the first time in her life she could not walk because she was, as it said, thoroughly fucked. The woman immersed in panic for minute until she heard some movement behind her, and deep voice said:

- Need some help? - Tywin asked hoarsely, clearing his throat.

"Broke myself and fixed up himself?" - poisonously swept inside Cat, but then she thought Tywin might really wanted to help her. Mentally grinning, Catelyn quickly dismissed the absurd thought.

- No, thanks, I'm OK, - replied Cat, and waddling went into the bath, firmly closing the door behind her.

Tywin decided not to waste time and went to the guest bedroom. Passing through the house, he decided that Catelyn's clothes was too torn to wear, and it would be suitable to buy her new clothes. " Although, why should I buy her something?" - he thought possessively, regretting the lost money. "But on the other hand, I've ripped her clothes, and a Lannister always pay his debts",- flashed in the mind of man, when he opened the door. The headache was still yelling, Tywin could not remember what happened yesterday, but one thing he knew for sure: passionate sex took place all over his house!

Catelyn came out of the bath, picturing an awkward conversation with Tywin, but found only several large bags from expensive shops, her phone, purse and keys. She hadn't expected such generosity from the main Lannister, assuming he's gonna fuck her out the door immediately after a shower, but in one of the packages was a note, which said: "Breakfast is downstairs. My driver will take you back".

The note sounded somewhat cold and detached, but what she could expect from Tywin Lannister? Warm embrace? Lovely conversation over a cup of strong coffee? Thinking about it Cat grinned; he left her breakfast, offered a driver, bought new clothes, it was beyond all her hopes .

The woman went downstairs where a driver was already waiting for her, opening the door. They were silent all the way, Catelyn hadn't noticed, as they drove to her house. She didn't even try to wonder how the driver knew her address - he was the slave of Tywin Lannister, who knew everything.

Cat, politely thanking the man, got out of the car and tried to come up with some truthful excuses, walking down the path leading across the alley to the door of her house. Just opening the door, she saw all her children, nervously awaiting her arrival. As soon as the woman went to the kitchen to illuminate her presence, she was met by five pairs of eyes, burning with anxiety. Seeing his mother, Robb sighed, feeling relieved.

- Mom, we couldn't phone to you, where have you been, we were worried.

- I... I had urgent business in the company, and I had to go to the office, and the phone switched off... Oh, guys, forgive me, you know, I had to warn you, but with this annual meeting there is too much work to do, I got distracted and forgot, - at these words all her children at once jumped out of their seats and rushed to hug their beloved mother.

- My little, my dear, - affectionately said Cat, patting each on the head.

They all so loved and worried about her, and she remembered about those crumbs, just driving up to the house. Catelyn felt guilty for it, but embraces of all her five children quickly erased this nervous feeling.

After breakfast, Robb, Sansa and Arya went to college. They lived alone but came for the weekend to babysit younger brothers while Cat supposed to have wonderful evening in the bar under the watchful eye of Mage. Bran and Rickon went to school, and Catelyn finally went to work.

It was a typical morning in their house, although they lacked one person - Ned.

Catelyn sighed bitterly. Even five years after his death, she greatly missed him and every week came to the cemetery to spend an extra hour with her beloved husband.

Catelyn walked into the office of the Starks, as usual nice, but imperiously smiling to the staff. Reaching her office, she wasn't surprised to see Mage already sitting there, impatiently squirming on the chair.

- Well, what?

- What " what"? - a hint of surprise slipped into Catelyn's voice.

- Cat, don't be so daft, I saw everything - the employee put her elbows on the polished table, propping up her head and apparently ready to listen to exciting story about yesterday's adventures of her friend. - Come on tell me how you spent yesterday evening and night... and if you were lucky, the morning.

Awareness of Mage was frightening, in Cat's head swept a panicked thought:" Does she know everything? How am I going to get out? Damn!" - but then she began to reassure herself, trying to gather her thoughts, -no, this can't be. Mage herself can fuck anyone, she hardly saw with whom I was leaving, so... need to think of something, okay, a white lie, a white lie".

Catelyn hated to lie and always despised such people, so the main rule in her family was: "Better a bitter truth than a sweet lie."

But she couldn't tell her what had happened last night, she simply couldn't. What about her famous "Family, duty, honor"? Well, it was lie in the name of honor and family. Yeah, great reason, she had only to create an explanation.

- I went to the office, don't you remember? - surprised, interested tone, yes, Cat was an excellent liar, though she would never admit it.

- Well, to be honest, no. I've drunk too much and went with one handsome guy. Before leaving I tried to find you, but as you can see, unsuccessfully.

- Mage, these handsome guys for one night will lead you to the grave- a wave of relief spread over the woman's body. "She knows nothing!"- spun the joyous thought in her head.

- And you will be lead to the grave by your work, - she snorted. - Even at the bar you can't relax.

- You know, I had to prepare for the annual meeting of the heads of corporations.I'm not a workaholic. I know how to control myself and I know when I should stop.

- Yes, you're still far beyond Tywin Lannister.

- Why you remembered him? - and again sticky panic, which cools the inside.

- Well you said a workaholic, and I have, you know, association. And what is wrong with him? - the employee's eyes narrowed greedily, clinging to carelessly spoken words better than a drowning man at a straw.

Another wave of relief.

- No, nothing... - said Catelyn, shaking her head- Okay, Mage, have you prepared a report?

- Yes, boss, after lunch it'll be on your table.

- Great. And don't call me that anymore. Good-bye, ' said Catelyn, sitting down at the table and putting on glasses, in black rim.

- Prior to the meeting. - dropped Mage, closing the office door.

Tywin, in turn, walked into the office Casterly industries, ignoring the sickly-helpful and at the same time frightened smiles and greetings of the staff. He went into his office and sat behind a huge desk, intending not to deal with uninvited guests, but after a few minutes somebody knocked.

"Come in," he said rudely and abruptly.

- Ahh, father, glad to see you in good mood! - Jaime almost flew into the office with his usual smile. - How are you feeling? - he added casually .

- You can't wait until it will be bad? - Tywin teased his son , unconfigured in his good mood.

- No, of course not, you know how we all love you, especially me.

- What do you want? - sharply cut him the Main Lannister.

- Nothing special, just wanted to see how you're doing. How was your evening? - continued to pry Jaime.

- What is the matter of it? - Tywin's ire became more obvious.

- Nothing-nothing, I'm sorry, father, I don't think I came in right time. Good bye. - Jaime always knew when to leave, in order not to suffer from injures and decided not to tempt his fate this time.

- Just leave me, - muttered the man, hoping that Jaime knows nothing.

Tywin poured himself some Bourbon.

Usually he didn't drink during the day and especially at work, but he just needed to relax and try to reconstruct what happened. He didn't talk to Catelyn in the morning, although it was probably worth doing.

"I need to work, need to work, forget this night," with these thoughts the man moved closer to the desk and opened his laptop