This is sort of a small off shoot chapter to apologize for my tardiness.
Bronn tracked through the halls of the red keep. The battle was done, they had won, whoop-dee-fucking-doo. There was only one thing on his mind, a certain aggravating bastard Targaryen that needed tending too. He had not seen her for the past two days. Lady Sansa walked with Tyrion's whore and he never got a second alone with the girl to ask where Saebyl went.
He never thought he'd find the day where he was excited to see that bald headed spider, Varys but if anyone would know where his little dragon went off too, it would be him. Bronn feared that Tywin had come back and reclaimed what he had left behind, he really didn't want to fight that old man for her, seemed like to much hassle.
"Lord Varys." Bronn attempted to keep his tone aloof.
"Ah, Ser Bronn, so nice of them to knight you for your heroics at Blackwater. Rightfully earned." The spider replied coolly, tipping his head. There was an awkward pause as Varys watched him too intensely, "Were you wondering where that fetching Saebyl Waters ran off too?"
Bronn shrugged indifferently, "I suppose you know where she is, better yet, who's she's with."
"If you're wondering if she's been dragged back into a lion's den, she's not. Left during the battle, before he even arrived. One of my little birds tells me she and the Queen had a bit of a tiff in the Holdfast." Bronn couldn't help but give a lopsided grin at the thought of the fiery blond putting her foot down to Cersei. He'd pay money to have seen that, "A bad move on her part, our Queen is a lot of things but sympathetic is not one of them. She needed to make an escape, found a suitable guard dog who was fleeing the flames." Suddenly, Bronn wanted to punch that smug grin off of Varys' face.
"A dog, huh? Well, if she could handle a lion, a dog should be no match for her." He replied almost forlornly.
"A true dragon that one." Varys replied in his usual soft tone.
Bronn smirked, "Very true, she'll be alright. That dog doesn't know what he's in for." He thought to himself. A sudden urge for copious amounts of ale and women overwhelmed him and he strode quickly out of the hall.
Tywin didn't look up from his desk when his son waddled into the room. He continued writing furiously, there was an extraordinary amount of work to be done if he were to get this kingdom back into order. He ignored the commotion of his dwarf son awkwardly hauling himself onto the chair and made him wait.
"Are you enjoying your new position?" Tyrion asked in mock casualty after some silence.
"Where is she?" He asked simply, not addressing his son's question, nor looking up at him. Furious scratches on parchment still continued.
"Who? Cersei? I believe she's with her son congratulating him on a battle well fought, probably planning an elaborate feast for him." Tyrion deliberately played dumb.
"Don't be simple, not your sister. Where is she?" He demanded again.
"You know, I was very happy as Hand of the King." the subject was changed to further goad his father to specifically asking for what he wanted.
"Yes I heard about how happy you were. You brought a whore into my bed." He replied calmly, finishing up the paperwork in front of him.
"A tad hypocritical." The half man was met with one of the most withering glares he had ever received from his beloved father.
"I will not have you lecture me about the subject. You will tell me where she is and she will be brought here immediately." Tywin was in no mood for Tyrion's games. He was hard enough to look at, at the best of times, but now with his ridiculous battle wound, it was damned near impossible.
"Do you think she wants to be brought up here? Do you think she is still loyal to you? You didn't leave her in the best way, father." He shot back.
"I gave her a life, I gave her status, she would undoubtedly come back here, if she's as clever as I think she is. Which is far more clever than you think you are." The elder man replied in calm hostility.
"Oh, she is far more clever than me, I'll give her that. Except for the part where she annoyed the Queen and had to run off. Took Clegane though, that was definitely clever. He'll keep his good eye on her. Probably won't be the only thing he keeps on her either-" Tyrion couldn't suppress his victorious grin.
"Out." Tywin responded cooly but when his son did not snap to attention, his annoyance got the better of him. "Now!" He roared. That got his son moving, he hurried out the door, nearly being chased by his father. Grabbing his nearest guard by the door, he hissed, "Fetch my daughter, now."
"Yes, My Lord." The man responded and made to find the Queen as soon as possible.
He was pleasantly surprised at how quickly his guard returned with the Queen and her men. Stupid girl probably thought he was calling her in for something positive or to hatch a plan. He sat behind his desk and maintained his composure of cool detachment.
"Yes, father, you wished to see me." Cersei asked as she took a seat across the heavy wooden table. Tywin in turn, stood and fetched them both a cup of wine, which his daughter took graciously.
"Saebyl Waters." He said simply over his wine glass.
"What about her?" She responded with a smirk as she took a sip.
"Where is she?" He could hardly deal with his children's smugness at the moment.
"Does it matter where she is?" The Queen gave a bored wave of her goblet.
"Of course it matters, I will not have my children treating me with such insolence." He growled.
"You berate Tyrion for spending time with whores and harlots and here you are not long after arriving, demanding yours." She tried to carry the upper hand but a firm fist against the hard surface of the desk scared her into an answer. "She ridiculed the King being on the battlefield, she crossed a line, and she chose to be in Sansa Stark's employ. I knew she was a traitor, ran off in the night with the Hound at the first chance she got." Cersei finally confessed still looking mildly pleased. Her father stared at her coldly. "She couldn't be bothered to wait for you. Would rather run off with a dog with its tail tucked between its legs."
He glared furiously at his daughter, "You will send out a small troop of your own personal guards, and they will go and find her. I cannot spare anymore of my own, they are out retrieving your fool of a brother. Now, I am taking care of a war you and your son started, and you will repay me for this mountainous task, by getting me the one thing that I want. Do I make myself clear?" Tywin stated in his signature staccato, that meant there would be no discussion or argument and sat behind his desk, revisiting his heaps of paperwork once again. "You may leave." He said not raising his head to wish her off.
Cersei stood from her chair and looked as if she was going to argue back but her father's refusal to look up from the parchment in front of him didn't give her an opening. She put her cup down hard and it fell to the ground. The Queen hesitated on the spot, waiting for a reaction. When she received none, she stormed out the door like she did when she was a girl. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, another victory for the old lion.
