A/N Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)
"So, I gather everything is arranged for tomorrow's weddings and the feast after?" Lord Tywin asked his daughter Cersei.
She nodded. "Yes, Father. Everything is ready. But I still don't understand... Why do you need to marry this Tyrell girl? We had already agreed to marry Joffrey to Margaery. We don't need to marry the entire Tyrell House."
Lord Tywin's expression was stiff and serious, as usual. "Next to Lannisters the Tyrells are the wealthiest and strongest House in all Westeros. I need an heir. I am not giving Casterly Rock to Tyrion and we must keep the Tyrells close. They seem to have ideas of their own as it was proven by their intention of wedding Sansa Stark to Loras Tyrell."
"So you marry Sansa to Tyrion. So he can have claim of Winterfell."
"Yes, and he'd better put a son in her womb quickly. We do not have time to waste."
Cersei chuckled. "Can he?"
"If you mean the whole Sansa is a child story, that is nonsense. If she's able to bear a child already, then she's a woman."
"I meant: can he put a son in whomever woman's womb?"
"He's a dwarf, he's not impaired in any other way, I reckon. Gods know he already had too much training with those whores of him." His tone of voice showed loathing.
"That's why you hanged that one last night?"
"I hanged that one for a great number of reasons and one of them is to keep Tyrion's lust focused on Sansa. He wants to fuck? Good then, he can fuck his own wife."
Cersei laughed amused.
Lord Tywin didn't even have the outline of a smile. It was as seriously as usual that he declared, "And you must marry again. To whom I have yet to decide."
Cersei stopped the laughter immediately. She shouted in despair. "What?! No way, I will not marry again."
"You will. I thought initially of Loras Tyrell but unfortunately..."
Cersei interrupted him. "No! He's a child!"
Tywin smirked almost like he was disappointed at his daughter. "Really? You too with the child story? Loras is seventeen, an adult. A handsome knight that makes every girl and woman sigh and wish it were them marrying him, or so I've heard. And most important of it all, the key to Highgarden. But, unfortunately, as I was saying, we have someone that we need to please more right now. Lord Tyrell is pleased enough with his daughters already betrothed but Prince Oberyn is not."
Cersei looked even more shocked if that was possible. "The Red Viper? No! I will not marry him!"
"Well, he's not a child, is he? And he's not very happy that I didn't include him in the small council. I told him that was Tyrion's promise and Tyrion is no longer Hand. Then I offered him Gregor Clegane so he can avenge his sister's murder, but still he's not very happy..."
"And you think he'll be happy if he's married to me?" Cersei chuckled sarcastically. "He wants power and revenge."
"And what greater power than to marry the Queen Regent?"
Cersei closed her lips hard. If she spoke she would certainly provoke the wrath in her Father and she knew she couldn't defy him. "Well, if I were you I'd be careful with Oberyn. Some reports have come to me saying he's been too close to Mace Tyrell."
Lord Tywin narrowed his eyes. "Close to Mace? They hate each other."
"My sources are trustworthy."
"Well, it's not like there's any more Tyrell maidens left to marry Oberyn..." Lord Tywin said almost like he was talking to himself. "But there are a couple of Tyrell boys to marry Arianne Martell, the actual heir of Sunspear..."
Cersei didn't seem to listen to that last part. "And there's Tyrion himself. Apparently my little brother has been visiting the godswood a little too often as of lately."
"The Godswood?!"
"Who knows? Maybe he's just praying to his future wife's Gods, trying to win Sansa's trust... Or he can be just scheming another one of his cunning plans."
Lord Tywin did not like the sound of this. "Any more whispers your sources told you?"
"Well, apparently an enraged Loras has been speaking to Tyrion. Some say he's furious because Tyrion stole Sansa away from him but I'm not buying that story. Besides, his twin sister and also your future wife is always walking along with him. They say they are always together like actual conjoined twins..."
Tywin smirked. "That sounds funny coming from you. Or have you forgotten all the nasty lies that were spread about you and your twin brother Jaime? So the noble, handsome Knight of Flowers is angry because a dwarf stole him his pretty highborn betrothed. I would be too."
Cersei rolled her eyes. "Well, you stole Tyrion's pretty betrothed. Do you think he's mad too?"
"Oh, he is mad. But not because I stole his betrothed, no. It's because I denied him the right of inheriting Casterly Rock. Well, he's lucky I didn't send him to the Wall like Lord Tarly did to his firstborn Sam."
"Is it? Do you know that Lady Rosemary Tyrell has a... what to call it? A special infatuation for the impaired, injured and crippled? And perhaps dwarves? She spent a great deal of time in Tyrion's chambers tending his wounds herself. And also praying for him in the sept."
"So? The girl has a soft heart. She does have a crippled brother. Besides, she thought she was marrying Tyrion at that time. That only means she was being dutiful to her husband to be, despite his general ugly looks."
"Has she tended your wounds too, Father?" Cersei smiled ironically.
"I do not have wounds that need to be taken care of. And if I had that would be the Maester's job, not Lady Rosemary's."
"Exactly." Cersei smiled victoriously.
"Well, she wouldn't need to take care of Tyrion's wounds if you hadn't instructed Pycelle to do nothing but give him milk of the poppy, would she?"
Cersei's smile immediately faded.
"You thought I wouldn't know? I know you two don't get along but he is your brother, unfortunately to all of us. Next time be more discreet."
"Well, since you care nothing about the information I have I am leaving."
"No, you are not. We are waiting for Tyrion. Where's that little creature anyway? As if he had any important businesses to take care of."
"Maybe he's busy looking for another whore to replace the one you hanged."
"How very insightful, dear sister. Yes, maybe I am." Tyrion said as he walked in. "That was very nice of you, Father. Considering I hadn't visited her since you told me about your lovely intentions of hanging her..."
Tywin threatened to chuckle. "Sure, you didn't visit her in her room right after I told you that. And I am not Lord Tywin Lannister. Was that the one last time with her? To say goodbye? Regardless, she was still here, walking around like a respectful servant and at the same time smiling at knights and squires. Oh yes. Do you think she was your only and one? The Kettleblack brothers will have a word to say about that. She even offered me her services so I wouldn't hang her. Whores belong in brothels, not in the King's castle. You won't bring us any more shame in what whores are concerned. You want someone to lie down with? Someone to fuck? Good, you'll have a wife starting tomorrow and you'd better get her with child as soon as possible. Think you can do that?"
Tyrion bit his lip in fury. "Sansa is herself a child. She's terrified. I will not force myself upon her."
"You will. Sing her a song, fill her with praises and compliments about her beauty, be gentle and caring or don't, whatever. I don't care how you do it but you will consummate the marriage tomorrow night. And all the other nights at least until she's carrying the heir of Winterfell in her womb."
"Like you will consummate yours?" Tyrion replied bitterly. The image of Rosemary in his Father's bed was too much of a nightmare.
"Of course. Though I don't see how that is your concern. I'm assuming you've had a lot of practice with all those whores of yours." Cersei laughed at her Father's joke.
Tyrion looked at Cersei angrily. "Let's see if you laugh this much when you are in bed with your new husband, whoever he is."
Cersei stopped laughing immediately. "I will not marry again."
Tyrion looked at his Father inquiringly. "No, Father?"
Lord Tywin sighed bored. "You two give me more headaches than my enemies. Cersei you will marry Prince Oberyn. End of discussion. In fact, we are already late to this feast in honor of Prince Oberyn. Let's hope we will soothe his fury with wine, food and the offer of the beautiful Queen Regent to be his wife."
Cersei was fuming, Tyrion was in deep thought and Lord Tywin was serious as usual as they left for the Great Hall where the feast was being held.
