Chapter 4

Tywin

It had been a long, harsh a tiring journey to kings landing, yet nothing compared to the journey they would have face when venturing towards the North. Tywin had determined that they were not make camp every night on that leg of the journey, but stop at towns and keeps on their way. Since they would leave a portion of the guards in Kings landing and send some back to Casterly rock, they would ideally be able to move faster, but with the rough and cold landscape of the North, Tywin knew that there would hardly be noticeable difference, if any at all.

Only that he would have to face either the struggle of making Tyrion ride on horseback all the way there or place him and Cersei in a carriage together. Of his two options, when he thought about it, he quickly decided which would be the lesser struggle.

Finally Tywin could see the large Lion Gate of in the distance, they had been going through a populated area for quite a while so it was not till now he could see the remarkable Lion Gate, he thought it fitting that the gate that lead to the Goldroad would be named the Lion Gate. he estimated that they would arrive at the Red Keep in the late afternoon.

Tywin was excited to meet the man who was to wed his eldest daughter, in his own way. He didn't show it naturally, riding in the front with his normal stern look upon his face, surrounded by guards in Lannister armour. Tywin knew that people recognised who they were just by the lion symbol, he didn't care what they thought or how they knew, he just rejoiced in the fact that they knew.

As they rode towards the gate he thought of how there would have been less trouble if he had married Cersei to the King and Jayne to Lord Stark, as much as this would have simplified things, he did not want to reward Cersei for her bad behaviour, and temper. Jayne on the other hand was much better at obliging to what he commanded. So he was happy with this decision, but still he liked to think about the simplicity that the other way would achieved. As they where almost through the gate he nodded to himself as he agreed that surely Cersei and Lord Stark would make a better match, then her and the King.

As the late afternoon sun heated his armour, making him feel rather warm, he looked arounf the crowd of people they were moving through and saw that they had almost made it to the Red Keep approaching the first gate into the keep.

Tywin was expecting to hear Cersei object to having Tyrion stay in the North with her, as far as he could tell she would rather stay in that wasteland alone then to have Tyrion keep her company there.

Tywin couldn't blame her for that, but he needed Tyrion to keep an eye on her, and hopefully stay out of trouble.

As they entered the courtyard, a frown appeared on Tywin's face as he looked around the rather small gathering welcoming them, he saw that the King was nowhere to be found, all he could see what his brother Stannis Baratheon and some unimportant small council members and then his gaze met Jon Arryn.

Tywin got of his horse, and approached to politely greet the people who had attended this ''welcoming party''.

Jayne

Jayne hadn't seen much from the carriage, but she was in a weird way happy about that the first thing she would see of this city would be here home, she had read and heard many stories of the beauty that is the Red Keep, and also about the rest of King's landing but the keep especially. She couldn't wait to walk out that carriage and look upon the fine keep before her.

She had been talking the whole way through the city and was only beginning to quiet down, now as they were going through the keep, she knew Cersei barely listened to what she would tell her sister, but she didn't care in a way she found rambling on about stuff calming, she loved talking, but everyone would often tell her that that was not a good thing, which she would rather insulting. She didn't feel like she would steal the conversation, she was rather good at conversation, at least she thought she was. But when no one interrupted she could talk at people for a lot longer than most would.

As she heard the horses drawing the carriages slow to a halt, as she was pulled from her thought and got ready to exit the carriage. ''This is it Jayne. Now is the moment you have been waiting for, where you'll meet your King, you future husband in all his glory.'' She thought to herself, as she straightened her back and walked out of the carriage. She didn't want to seem improper but she couldn't help but look in awe on the architectural wonder that the Red Keep is.

As she walked along her sister and brother, towards the crowd, she couldn't see the King, granted she hadn't seen him before she had heard tales of how handsome and strong he was, with his marvellous brown hair, she couldn't see anyone matching that description, at least not someone like that who was also wearing a crown.

She did se 2 men standing a bit closer to them than the rest, they appeared more authoritative.

''That's the King's brother Stannis Baratheon to the left and Jon Arryn the Kings hand to the right.'' Tyrion said looking up at his sister with a goofy smile. ''Thanks you dear brother'' Jayne replied returning his smile with a warm and kind smile, that showed the sincerity of her words.

Jayne could feel her sisters discontent at her choice of words, she could even hear a slight growl as she said it.

They all three approached the two men, giving the polite courtesy. Jon Arryn, the older of the two, with broad shoulders, making him appear larger, but he still seemed small standing next to Stannis, who was a large man. Tall with broad shoulders like the other one. The two men both stood next to one another, both had nice blue eyes, Jon Arryn had short blonde hair, where Stannis had short brown hair, and a well trimmed beard. Had she been this close before she could have mistaken Stannis for his brother, but he was still missing the crown.

''Welcome My Ladies and My Lord. I Am Lord Jon Arryn of the Eyrie, hand of the king and Warden of the East.'' He said as he looked each of them in the eye, and gave smile. One that Jayne was happy return.

''This is Lord Stannis Baratheon of Dragonstone and the Master of ships.'' Jon said, she looked at Stannis as he was introduced, he didn't give a smile he didn't flinch or anything thing. He did however return her look which made Jayne most uncomfortable and appeared to be just as weird for him, so she looked away.

''If you don't mind me asking My Lord, why is the King not here to greet us?'' Tyrion asked Lord Arryn, as he did this Cersei quietly slipped away from the conversation.

''I am afraid the King has gone hunting My Lord.'' Jon replied, not looking particularly satisfied with the King's decision.

''My brothers and a few of the members of the Kings guard, so I am afraid you'll have to make do with us until they return.'' Stannis said making Jayne look at him, as he spoke. He quickly returned the gaze with his stern look, making Jayne yet again uncomfortable, and look away.

''Thanks you My Lords.'' Tyrion said as he began to walk, Jayne soon followed wanting to avoid more awkward eye contact with Lord Stannis, she hadn't experienced that before, she had had eye contact with her father before and he also always kept a stern face, but there was something more than just the empty going on, she didn't know what, but it was weird.

- Later that evening -

She sat down on a chair next to her sister, across the table from her brother and father. Jamie was one of the Kings guards that went on the hunting trip with the King.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Jayne only picking at her food. She was disappointed that she didn't get to meet her future husband and that he had gone hunting right when they when expected arrive. She was sure that he was just misinformed of the times, and that he would express his sadness about not being here to greet them when he returned.

''So.'' Tywin broke the silence, and with just that one word he had all of their attention, as he took another bite. ''I am afraid that we are short one time.''

The three of them all looked at him in anticipation of what he was going to say, but he still took brakes to eat in between his words.

''You where to marry the King this weekend and then we where to depart for Winterfell shortly after.'' Tywin took another bite to eat. When he was done chewing he continued ''And I talked with Jon Arryn today and the King will most likely not be back until after that.''

Jayne knew where this was headed but she still wanted him to say it, not wanting to take the sadness in advance.

''That means that Jayne and Robert's wedding will be delayed, and we will arrive late for Cersei's.''

There was complete silence for a few seconds, until he continued. ''That means that, I cannot travel for Winterfell with you and Tyrion.'' he said as he looked up from his plate and over to Cersei, she was already turning a bit red with rage but kept it maintained.

''You and Tyrion are to depart in a few days time, for Winterfell. I will stay here and see that your Sister and the King wed. If the King returns early and I can ride to your wedding I will, but if not I will return to the home.''

Jayne almost hid, as she could feel her sisters tension, she was expecting her to burst with anger. But instead all she heard was silence for quite a few seconds she saw Tyrion look just as surprised, when the words ''As you wish father.'' emerged from their sisters mouth.

Notes:

Hello there, hope you enjoyed this chapter, it's not quite as long as I would have liked but the original Tywin part was a lot longer before, but I felt like most of it wasn't relevant or just not something that Tywin would do, I wrote this Tywin part while listening to ''Rains of Castamere'' which worked out to be kind of awesome. In my head at least.

But do not worry the chapters will get longer I have already written most of chapter 5, about 2 k words, so be around for that it's going to be a good one.

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