Clara learned that she had her own personal seamstress. At the moment, they were in her chambers getting measurements for her wedding gown. The seamstress recorded her measurement on a piece of paper and then pointed out some fabric she had brought along.
All of the fabric was in Lannister colors, blood reds and glimmering golds. Clara was amazed at the embroidery work on them, it was so clean and detailed, it made hers look like a toddler had gotten ahold of needle and thread. She couldn't help but brush her fingers against the fabric, all of it was silk. Clara never had a silk dress until her purple one, but the thread count on these fabrics were higher.
" What about this fabric?" Clara asked. It was blood red with golden embroidery in the patterned of vines with thick, curling leaves, and the gold thread pattern had a surrounding outline of darker red, making the gold stand out more. The seamstress looked at that fabric and smiled.
" Oh yes, that is my favorite as well." The seamstress said, touching the fabric for herself. " It's a gold that won't dull out your hair, which is a typical problem I find in blondes." Clara looked at the old seamstress and smiled. " I had best be off to make your gown, it should only take me a few days to make, I have an abundance of that fabric, so I should not have to embroider any more." The seamstress curtseyed. " Thank you, my lady. It was a pleasure to be in your company." Clara smiled, and with that, the seamstress left her chambers
Clara was left with her handmaidens to get ready for the day. She decided that she wasn't going to wear the elaborate southern hairstyle, but stick to a simpler Frey hairstyle. She looked in the mirror as her hair was being done, she saw nothing but a foolish girl. A pretty girl, but a foolish girl. She felt foolish because she wasn't completely happy with this arranged marriage, though she was taught to be by her septa.
She felt like a fool because Tywin told her that she would be treated differently because of what the Freys had done, even if it was to the enemy. She knew she couldn't help it, she took no part in that abomination, but she still felt like the fool she was told everyone would take her for.
When her hair was done and she was dressed, she made her way down to the dining hall for breakfast, almost getting lost through the winding corridors several times until she simply asked a servant to show her the way.
She entered the dining hall and all eyes were on her. She stood very still, nervous by the people gawking at her, several others passed by her to find their usual seats. She saw Sansa Stark and finally had the courage to go sit by her.
" Good day, Lady Sansa." Clara greeted. Sansa looked at her emptily, Clara knew why, of course Sansa would not be happy to see someone from the house that killed her brother and mother. Clara swallowed hard, it seemed like no one was liking her at this point, showing hospitality maybe, but not exactly enjoying it. She was getting more and more paranoid of being hated, and probably being around Sansa didn't help that feeling. " I'll leave if you wish." Clara said. Sansa shook her head. Clara pursed her lips and slowly slinked down into the chair next to Sansa and ate her breakfast in silence.
While talking to Olenna, Margaery, and Sansa yesterday, she learned that Sansa was married to Tyrion, news she had not heard while she was at The Twins. How did that work out? How did her future son-in-law, that dreadful imp, marry such a beautiful girl? Then she remembered that Sansa was the 'key to the north' and that of course, the Lannisters would want access to that.
She only knew one person power hungry enough to arrange that dreadful marriage.
She looked to her right and there was Tywin, sitting next to the king. She stared at him, it was almost a glare. Tywin noticed, and Clara turned sharply back around and looked down at her meal, thinking about what other horrible arrangements Tywin could have made in his life. She knew he prevented a marriage between the Lannisters and the Freys, but what else?
Clara slowly finished her breakfast before retreating to her chambers to grab her sewing, once she had it, she went to the gardens and sat down by the fountain and worked on an embroidery of the Frey sigil.
She had done this sigil so many times before on her dresses, but she needed a reminder of home. She furiously sewed the blue thread on the grey fabric, biting her lip while doing so. She thought about her future and whether she belonged in King's Landing or not.
She was about ready to throw her work into the fountain and return to her bedchambers so she could cry, but she kept on telling herself she had to be strong in order to survive this place. Clara took deep breaths to calm herself down, and she continued her sewing, desperately holding her tears back.
There was a servant who walked towards her. Clara didn't acknowledge his presence and kept on sewing.
" My lady, Lord Tywin has requested that I escort you to the Tower of the Hand." The servant told her. Clara kept on sewing.
" What for?" Clara snarled. She was in no mood to even think about her betrothed, even more so see and talk to him.
" He did not tell me, but I suggest you follow me, Lord Tywin is not a man who likes to be kept waiting." The servant said. Clara huffed and stopped her sewing and followed the servant reluctantly, holding her embroidery at her side.
The staircases were long and spiraling on the way to the tower, it nearly exhausted Clara, she was not used to stairs like these. She followed behind the servant as quickly as she could, it almost seemed that the servant was running away from her. Once Clara reached the top of the staircase, she took several deep breaths before the servant opened the door.
" Lady Clara is here as you requested." The servant told Tywin.
" Good, send her in." Tywin told the servant. " After that, you are excused."
The servant held the door open for Clara, who walked in slowly. She turned around once the servant left and the door was closed behind her. She turned back around and sighed, looking at Tywin.
" Come, sit." Tywin ordered, and Clara obeyed, sitting down at the chair in front of his desk, putting her embroidery down beside the chair. " I have a gift for you." Tywin said. Clara gave him a dumbfounded look.
" A gift?" Clara asked, making sure she was hearing correctly.
" Yes, a gift." Tywin said before handing Clara over a box. Clara took it and opened it to find a solid gold necklace. It's pendant was the Lannister sigil. Clara looked back up at Tywin, a look of awe on her face, she had never seen such a beautiful piece of jewelry in her life, she was used sapphire and silver jewelry that depicted the Frey house colors.
" My lord, thank you so much, it's beautiful." Clara said, putting it around her neck, the necklace sat perfectly right under where her collarbones met her sternum.
" It's a tradition for a Lannister woman, whether born or married into the family, to have this exact pendant. I expect that you wear it with pride." Tywin said. Clara nodded, grinning from ear to ear.
" I will take pride in this, and House Lannister, I promise you." Clara said.
" Hmm." Tywin let out. " You are dismissed." Tywin said. Clara nodded, quickly standing up from her hair, grabbing her embroidery, and leaving without disturbing Tywin any further.
