Ok I've been toying with this idea for a while so I decided to write it up. We know obviously that Dove wasn't a maid when she met Tywin and Mace and Dove have some issues. So this gives an insight to why.

I have changed a few details, such as Loras, Dove and Margaery being Mace's only children. So don't go wait Loras is meant to have older brothers! They have been edited out. Also my fanfic is based on both the book and TV series but mainly the TV series, but will most likely take a different turn than either.

*Warning this is quite a upseting chapter, but shows Dove was once an innocent girl before she became a player in the game of thrones*

Dove and Tywin lay wide awake, staring into each other's eyes. It was still night but neither could sleep, so they lay face to face an unspoken understanding passing between them.

"Can I ask you a question?" Tywin asked

"Of course" Dove smiled amused

"Who took your maidenhead?"

Dove blinked at Tywin and her green eyes became guarded.

"That is a very sad story" She sighed

"Tell me" Tywin said with a little more force

"You won't want me if I tell you" Dove whispered and looked away from Tywin's intense gaze.

"Look at me Dove" Tywin tilted Dove's chin up and her sad green eyes met his "I will want you, I publically announced our marriage. I would look foolish to end it and you know I don't like to be thought foolish"

Dove smiled weakly.

"It's a long story"

"We have time"

Dove took a deep breath.

"As you know my father has three children, Margaery, Loras and myself. I am the eldest and Margaery is the youngest"

"Go on" Tywin encouraged

"My father has always resented me; I believe his reason was that I was supposed to be a boy. But even when he had Loras he still disliked me, my childhood wasn't exactly fun.

"But Margaery and Loras tried their best, when father showered them with gifts whilst I received nothing, they tried to share them. Until father told them off saying I didn't deserve gifts, you see I was a little wild when I was a child"

"Oh I can see that" Tywin smirked imagining Dove to be quite a handful

"Even his closest banner men began to notice his resentment toward me, no one could understand why and I still don't fully understand it myself. But one of father's closest friends, who we fondly called uncle, started bringing me gifts and showing me the kindness my father never had. He was so kind to me, telling me I would be a beautiful lady one day and I shouldn't let my father make me think otherwise"

Dove closed her eyes and shook her head.

"I was such a fool for ever trusting him" She spat bitterly "I was so naïve and looked up to him as my father, not Mace. But that delusion ended on my fifteenth nameday"

Tywin listened feeling uneasy about what Dove was about to tell him.

"He invited me to his chambers that night, so we could celebrate and he could give me my gift. He told me not to tell anyone, that it was our little secret. So I snuck out of my room making sure Margaery was asleep, and made my way to his chambers"

Dove took a shaky breath.

"He had wine waiting and we toasted my nameday. He said that I could drink as much wine as I wanted now I was a woman. He told me I had grown so beautiful these last few years and encouraged me to drink another cup. I did not suspect anything"

Dove's stomach knotted at the memory but she continued.

"He had drugged the wine and when I woke up I was laid on his bed. I couldn't talk, I couldn't move but my mind was fully aware of what he was doing to me. I was forced to lay there as he had me.

"When the drugs wore off I managed to fight, screaming until my lungs felt they would burst. Thankfully the guards broke down the door and rescued me; one wrapped his cloak around me and escorted me back to my room. I was hysterical and my father was summoned as well as my grandmother.

"My grandmother reached me first and I managed to tell her what had happened. She was disgusted and told me it wasn't my fault, I was still young and he was a trusted friend who had taken advantage of me"

Dove's eyes were fixed elsewhere as her memory played out the next scene in her mind.

"But when my father arrived, he was so angry at me. Mace grabbed hold of me and began violently shaking me, yelling that I was his 'foolish whore of a daughter' who had ruined herself and now would never marry. He kept yelling whore until I was sure the whole of Highgarden heard him.

"Loras jumped to my defensive and managed to free me from my father. My grandmother demanded justice, that my attacker should die for defiling a member of the Tyrell family; my father's reply was that I was 'no daughter' of his.

"My father believed that my attacker was guiltless and that I had provoked him. My grandmother argued with him but Mace wouldn't hear it, he even threatened to sell me to a whorehouse"

Dove paused and looked at Tywin was quite impressed that the Tyrell's had managed to cover this up so well.

"Every day I had to look at the man who had robbed me of my innocence, until I could no longer bear his smug grin. I invited him to walk with me one day, he agreed believing I had developed an attraction for him. As you have commented I am quite the convincing actress, we walked along the cliffs where he had a terrible accident. The poor man fell off the cliff and broke his neck"

Dove smile was bittersweet.

"My father suspected my involvement but my grandmother congratulated me, knowing that it would have taken a lot of force to push a grown man off a cliff"

"Dove-" Tywin uttered

"Oh I am not finished yet Tywin. My attacker had the last laugh for I was carrying his child. My father wanted me to rid myself of it but my grandmother informed him by doing that I could risk not ever having other children. So I went through with the pregnancy"

Dove began to visibly shake as she recalled the next event.

"He was a beautiful baby boy, he didn't cry when he entered this world. I remember holding him just the once. He curled his whole hand around my finger; he was so tiny and beautiful. But my father came in yelling 'Take the bastard from his whore mother!', I wouldn't let the midwives take him, so my father tore my son from my arms"

Dove's eyes filled with tears.

"My son cried as he was taken from me. That was my last memory of him, his cries for his mother's arms. Mace gave my son to a childless couple in a village far away, he never told me where or who had him. I tried to find him but I never did.

"With my innocence ruined my grandmother gave me a different education and that is why I am like I am today. I used to be quite the innocent little bird before all of that but my grandmother refused to let me give up. I closed in on myself and swore off men forever but my grandmother would have none of that, she informed me if I did that I would be letting him win and I would never be able to have children that I could keep."

Dove sat up tears trickling down her cheeks.

"Well now you know my past I'll leave, I doubt you want me now you know the truth. I am a whore" She breathed hating herself for crying, she always felt so weak when she cried and she didn't want Tywin seeing her weak but the tears fell relentlessly down her cheeks.

Tywin looked at Dove surprised; she had gone through so much believing the fault was entirely hers. He agreed with Mace giving the bastard away but to blame Dove for what his 'friend' did was wrong. If a man had impregnated Cersei against her will when she was a girl that man would have begged for death.

Tywin pulled Dove to him "I still want you, don't be so foolish. You were not to blame, you were raped. It was not your fault, understand? It was not your fault" Tywin made Dove look into his eyes.

Her tearful green eyes twisted something inside of him but he quickly dismissed the emotion.

"You killed a man" Tywin whispered quite impressed

"Lannister's aren't the only one's who pay their debts" Dove hissed through her tears

"I am very glad your rapist is dead because I would have found him and killed him myself"

"You would have done more than my father ever did. Mace called me a whore again the other morning, that is why I rode off alone. I really hate that word"

Dove sobbed and buried her face in Tywin's neck. Tywin awkwardly pattered her back he had seen people do this before when someone cried it always seemed to help.

"You are not a whore, you are mine and I won't let anyone ever call you a whore again" Tywin whispered determinedly.