Clara hardly slept anymore, the arrangement that she sleep in Tywin's chambers made her too nervous to get a decent amount of sleep. Tywin and Clara faced opposite sides and were at opposite ends of the bed. She oftentimes would stare at the stone wall, as if she were trying to find something interesting about it.

When Clara did sleep, she had nightmares about what Varys told her, and that woke up up again. She couldn't cry, that would only wake Tywin up, she had to be strong, there was no other option.

Tywin was possibly the lightest sleeper in all of Westeros, he could be woken up by something as quiet as a pin dropping on fabric. Clara knew she couldn't sneak back to her own chambers because of this, she couldn't even get up and pace around the room without being scolded to go back to bed, it made her feel like a child.

The past few nights had been like this, but tonight, Clara's emotions got the better of her and she started sobbing when she woke up from one of her nightmares. She didn't care what her husband thought of her at the moment, maybe it would change things for the better. Or so she hoped.

Tywin was roused from his sleep, he looked at his wife and groaned a little bit to himself. However, it was his duty to make sure she wasn't hurt. She didn't look hurt, but Tywin knew better than others that women could be hurt by things that didn't even happen.

" What in the seven hells is going on?" Tywin asked, he was slightly grumpy to be awake at this hour. It must have been the early dark hours of morning.

" I can't sleep because of you." Clara's voice was raspy and dark, but not intimidating, not to Tywin at least.

" Be more specific, I know that already." Tywin told her gently. Her eyes softened, she looked at Tywin, he had never spoken to her that way. Could have he felt guilt for what he was doing to her? No, that wasn't possible. If Tywin Lannister could sleep at night after planning the Red Wedding, he could sleep at night because of what he was going to do to his wife.

" Once I give you a son, you're going to get rid of me aren't you?" Clara asked, even though her voice spoke as if she stated it. " You're going to sell me to a whorehouse or you're going to kill me." Her voice returned to the angry, raspy tone it was earlier. " I'd prefer the latter." She said, she stood up and walked to the other side the the room, standing right in front of the window, the moonlight casted a silhouette of her.

" Who told you this?" Tywin asked.

" I can't tell you." She muttered in reply.

Tywin got out of bed and walked to his wife, he towered over her, his eyes cast down, as if he were attempting to intimidate answers out of her.

" You will tell me, these are malicious lies and whoever told you this will face the consequences of lying to a Lannister." Tywin growled. Clara's lips curved into a smile, but her eyes didn't have the happiness to match.

" So you consider me a Lannister?" Clara chuckled a little bit. " That's a nice sentiment."

" Don't play games with me, woman, who told you this." Tywin was losing his patience. Clara looked up at her husband, she still had the same sad smile on her face.

" Lord Varys." She said. " I seriously doubt you'd be able to make him face any consequences. You need him and his little birds too much." Clara paused, looking away from her husband. " Also how can I trust that you're telling me the truth?"

" Are you honestly stupid enough to trust a eunuch?" Tywin asked, Clara only shrugged. " Come." Tywin ordered, and Clara reluctantly followed Tywin back to their bed. " Don't lay down." He commanded. Clara looked at her husband's face as he pulled her nightgown over her head, revealing her naked body.

" What are you doing?" Clara asked.

" I'm going to fuck you so that you forget every last lie that blasted eunuch had told you." Tywin's voice deepened. Clara trembled when Tywin started kissing her throat. Tywin's strategy was working, he would bed his stupid little wife so that her loyalty switched back to him. She was so easy to manipulate that Tywin felt secondhand embarrassment for her.

He unlaced the fastenings on his trousers to reveal a half hard cock. He lifted up Clara by her thighs and laid her down, climbing on top of her and pushing inside her as if he had done this a thousand times over. She gasped at the feeling, she wasn't as ready as she she would've liked to have been, but it was good enough for her.

" You feel this? This is honest, and I hate you even more for it. I once swore never to marry again, but no, you had to exist." Tywin snarled as he fucked her mercilessly. " Not only that, women have tried and failed to set a fire in my loins since my wife died, but you, a stupid little girl, has succeeded. Why?"

Clara caught him by surprise when she flipped Tywin over on his back and climbed on top of him. There was a certain lust in her eyes, but there was also rage.

" I am your wife!" She shouted as she positioned his cock so she could slowly slide down until he filled her completely. " I am a Lannister, and I deserve more respect than to be called stupid by my husband!" She added. Tywin didn't know how to react, so he just took it, moaning as her speed steadily increased. " Not only that, I have your heir growing inside of me, and he will not be pleased by how you have treated his mother."

" How can you possibly know you're having a boy?" Tywin asked.

" I just do." Clara said before moaning loudly. " How can you not know I'm having a boy, his power is already present, it radiates through me."

With that, Tywin came inside of her, while Clara herself did not finish, she was satisfied in other ways.

Tywin rested his head on Clara's chest and they fell asleep and woke up that way.