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Chapter 37: Promises

That evening, two weeks on from the Purple Wedding ….

Tunnel below the Tower of the Hand, Red Keep, King's Landing, Seat of power of House Baratheon (Lannister) in the Crownlands, Capital of the Seven Kingdoms

Kenna walked down the well-lit tunnel as her thoughts chased after her. Kenna tried to forget how the fire crackled as it had consumed the paper but the words of the letter remained in her mind.

It is time you gave me what you promised. Tonight. Where you nearly met the Stranger.

The words themselves were not making Kenna clench and unclench her hands. It was the implication behind them. Her promise to provide House Lannister with heirs she had known would need to be fulfilled but Jamie was in the Westerlands and that had allowed a sense of distance between her and the fulfilment of her promise to Tywin. But that letter had made it clear, he expected her to start working on her promise tonight.

Kenna reached the first door.

It was unlocked so she pushed onwards dragging her thoughts with her. She had been prepared for this night when she had married Jamie but since he refused to consummate their marriage Kenna had fallen into a false hope that this moment would never happen even if deep down, she knew that it always would have been demanded and she would always have paid her price.

Kenna had taken the afternoon to calm herself. She had gotten what she had wanted and more. She wasn't a coward she would honour the bargain that had been struck.

Kenna approached the second door. She placed her hands on the wooden frame.

Gods am I really going to do this? She questioned herself.

Kenna knew who was most likely on the other side of the door but she wasn't a wallflower. She wouldn't meekly concede herself. She was Kenna Lannister, Lady of Casterly Rock, Lady of the Eyrie, Warden of the East and the Bloody Falcon. She ran from no one.

High as honour.

Her hand curled around the door handle and she marched forward.

Hear me roar.

A fire crackled fiercely in a large stone hearth opposite a large plush bed. In between the bed and the fire was spread a thick bear fur. The light of the fire bounced off the tall ornate mirror that resided in the corner of the room. The smell of sweet spices teased the air in the room.

Tywin sat in a large chair, examining the cyasse board in front of him. He wasn't one to be idle as he waited so had occupied his mind. The positions of the pieces showed that he had been playing against himself.

As soon as he heard the door click closed, he turned his head to see his expected guest staring back at him. He rose from his seat and walked to the corner of the room to grab a jug of wine and pour two cups.

Tywin did this without looking behind him to Kenna who had cautiously made her way to the centre of the room while unclasping her hidden blades from her wrists. She didn't want the temptation or the option of violence to be available to her. It was not what was needed in this situation.

The last time she had been in this room she had been bleeding to death and a group of whores had saved her life. The tension of that night still lingered in her mind. She had nearly died. She had revealed Jamie and Cersei's incestual relationship to their father and for some reason she had survived both the assassin's blade and Tywin's wrath.

Tywin approached Kenna and offered her one of the cups of wine he had in his hands. Kenna exchanged her blades for the cup and immediately took a small sip.

"You came," Tywin remarked in an indifferent tone as he studied the blades and placed them on the bedside table.

"Yes, your house isn't the only one that pays its debts and you aren't the only person that keeps their promises my Lord," Kenna replied keeping her voice even and sipping her wine further to alleviate the vulnerability she felt at the loss of her blades.

"Mmm," Tywin agreed bringing his cup to his lips. "Now that you are the Warden of the East it is time you recalled your three thousand men who are currently lost on the Narrow Sea with Stannis Baratheon."

Kenna smiled into her cup she enjoyed these types of conversations, "Do you really think Lord Grafton will believe anything I write to him while I still remain in King's Landing?"

"Do you think I will let you return to the Eyrie? You would just rebel again or join Robb Stark's doomed Northern Alliance," Tywin correctly deduced.

"You made me Lady of the Eyrie and Warden of the East. How do you expect me to carry out my duties if you keep me in King's Landing. The Vale won't suffer an absentee ruler," Kenna said in a passionate voice.

"Your brother will return to the Vale soon enough and I expect you to fulfil your duties as Lady of Casterly Rock. That is where your future lies not in the Vale."

"You are wrong," Kenna said firmly.

Kenna went to take another sip of her wine but before the cup reached her lips Tywin had stuck out a hand and grabbed her throat. His grip wasn't hard enough that it restricted her airways but his fingers would leave a mark. Kenna barely flinched when Tywin's hand closed around her neck and she resisted the urge to struggle against the Lion's grip. She had anticipated this reaction to her words.

She looked into Tywin's eyes they were searching her face for something.

Kenna after a few seconds brought the wine cup to her lips and finished it as Tywin continued his probing of her face.

With his hand still firmly around Kenna's throat Tywin felt every gulp of wine that passed through her throat and every breath that followed.

Kenna let her hand that held the cup fall from her mouth to her side and this movement seemed to snap Tywin out of his thought process and he released Kenna. He took Kenna's cup from her and walked towards the table where the wine jug was and set aside the cups.

He turned to Kenna while leaning on the table.

Lord Tywin frowned, "You aren't afraid."

Before answering Kenna took a few steps towards the fire.

"Of you? No but I use to be," Kenna confessed to the flames. "When I took your childhood home, I lost that terror your name used to instil in me. It is hard to fear a monster when you have seen where they grew up."

Monster am I.

Tywin pushed off the table and stood beside Kenna by the fire. She kept her gaze on the flames while Tywin looked Kenna up and down.

She wore a dress of dark blue and the light from the fire revealed white detailing all over the dress that if looked closely at were actually little falcons. She wore no jewellery. Her thick brown hair un-plaited fell in waves over her shoulders, framing her face and bringing out the striking light blue in her eyes.

"That isn't what I meant," Tywin said turning Kenna's shoulder with his hand and staring down into those defiant blue eyes. "I meant you aren't afraid of having sex."

"Did you expect a blushing maid? Because I hope you know me better than that by now," Kenna practically snarled back up at him.

"I expect a maid," Tywin deadpanned releasing Kenna's shoulder.

"I am a virgin my Lord," Kenna glowered at Tywin, "or we wouldn't have found ourselves in this particular situation," Kenna said while gesturing to their tastefully furnished surroundings.

Tywin's face darkened as he let his eyes travel down Kenna's form. "I don't doubt you are a virgin, just your ability to submit."

"My Lord, I may not have had sex but I have been told it can be pleasurable for both parties if done right," Kenna said gently as the reality of what they were talking about seeped into her mind, "I don't think one needs to submit to the other."

Tywin raised his eyebrow, "and who have you been speaking to about pleasure."

"Ladies of the court talk my Lord and I have spent a great deal in the courts at King's Landing and the Eyrie."

"Well they are wrong," Tywin said as the fire's light bounced around them. "Sex isn't about pleasure it is about power, and power is about making someone submit before you do."

"I think you have been sleeping with whores for too long." The words were out her mouth before her brain had had time to pass its judgement on them.

The word whore vibrated around Tywin's head. He lost control.

Tywin dragged Kenna to the body length mirror on the other side of the room and spun her so they both faced it. His arms clamped her to him. This was the closest they had been since Kenna threatened his life with her hidden blades. How she wished she still had them on her person.

Catching Kenna's eyes in the mirror he growled, "Do you look like a whore?"

Kenna shook her head while trying to control her breathing. She didn't try to break Tywin's hold on her, there would be no point and would just reveal how uncomfortable she was. Instead she recalled Lysa's last breath and Littlefinger's pleading. The memory stilled her heartbeat and reminded her why she was in this room. With this man. Paying this price.

"But you aren't quite a Lady, are you?" Tywin sneered. "You kill, you lead armies, and you make promises no Lady should."

Tywin looked at Kenna's reflection. Despite being captured in his arms the defiant and stubborn twinkle in her eyes remained and Tywin's sudden burst of rage had not sparked any fear in her. She remained calm in his arms, waiting for his next move.

She was by no means the prettiest Lady at court, nor would she rival a whore's skills in bed but she was a leader, a legacy builder. And most important to Tywin, she was a woman who valued her family so much she went to war to avenge their deaths and even when she lost that war she kept going. Tywin suspected she would have kept going until her final breath if she hadn't achieved her goal and executed Littlefinger and Lysa on the steps of the Great Sept of Baelor.

As a person who was capable of causing great destruction in the name of his family Tywin appreciated and understood that trait in others. It meant she would protect her children tooth and nail. That she would protect his children and heirs.

The thought of the proud woman in front of him bearing him an heir sent a wave of warmth from his stomach to his cock and it responded. He moved his head to Kenna's ear; he could hear her breathing had quickened.

Perhaps her silence isn't a sign of how in control she is but how near to out of control she is, Tywin mused.

She was after all still a maid, still a virgin and had no experience in the bedroom. This was his domain, in terms of the setting and knowledge of what was to come.

Kenna fought the urge to break eye contact with Tywin in the mirror, she didn't want to show any weakness. The way Tywin's body pressed around her was reminding her of the time they had rode into King's Landing together. The same tingling feeling she experienced then was returning to her now and it was a pleasant sensation. It started in her midriff but spread to the outer edges of her body. She only realised her breathing had sped up when she heard Tywin's breath beside her ear.

Keep control, she warned herself. Or take control.

"Are you enjoying yourself," Kenna asked Tywin breaking the silence. She already knew the answer as she could feel Tywin's erection hard against her back.

Tywin growled in response as his hands started to relieve Kenna of her clothing, tugging at her dress until only the Lion pendant remained. Kenna let her clothes pile at her feet as her hands stayed by her side.

Kenna looked at Tywin through the mirror.

He seemed to be savouring the sight of her naked body. Taking in her lean form until his eyes halted on her left shoulder, where a scar had newly formed. A scar she had got from saving his life.

Tywin seemed to remember the event as well if the flashing in his eyes was any indication of where his mind was. He dipped his head over Kenna's shoulder and pressed his lips on Kenna's scar. He let his lips linger and slowly moved them over her scar as if appreciating the actions that led her to have it.

His hands slid down Kenna's arms to her wrists, checking that she truly had relinquished her blades to him earlier and he wasn't about to have one near his throat again.

Kenna smirked at Tywin's actions and in a confident movement she turned around to face Tywin. "I promise I have no knives left and there isn't a crossbow within reach."

Tywin didn't reply, clearly thinking the time for words had passed. He backed her towards the bed. Kenna complied knowing that there was no turning back but kept her aura of confidence intact as the back of her legs brushed with the bed.

Tywin gave Kenna a hungry look as he lightly pushed Kenna so she fell back onto the bed. Tywin drank in the naked sight of her but it was her eyes that drew Tywin in the most. They were defiant, they were still in control.

Tywin had to change that.

He removed his clothing never taking his eye off Kenna who watched as each piece of his outfit fell to the floor before her until he was as naked as she was.

He advanced on the bed and lightly pinned Kenna on her back as his mouth once again found her scar. A moment later Kenna felt his hand slide from her thigh to rest above her core, in their next breath Tywin's hand slipped into her and his fingers started to circle and apply pressure.

Kenna gasped at the new sensation but quickly controlled herself. She had never felt the need to experiment herself but she was rethinking that decision with each second that passed as she felt an uncomfortable heat start to radiate all over her body as Tywin continued his advances.

When a moan escaped her, Tywin couldn't help but feel some masculine pride in being able to invoke such a response from someone he knew was trying their hardest to remain silent.

Tywin's fingers continued to tease at her entrance as he switched his attention from her shoulder to nip at her throat, but he let out a groan of his own against her neck as he felt her hands fondle him.

Quite brave for a virgin, Tywin surmised as he grabbed Kenna's hands with his own and noted her breathing was as uneven as his own and her eyes now held a glimmer of desire rather than defiance.

Tywin pulled her to him and felt her bare skin on his. Tywin swiftly pressed his length up against her, as his body practically screamed to take her.

The friction between them was threatening to overwhelm them both and it hadn't simply been building since the moment Kenna stepped into the room but from the moment Kenna challenged him in the shadow of Harrenhal; from the moment that she had taken Casterly Rock from him; from the moment that he had taken the Eyrie from her; from the moment that she had agreed to give House Lannister heirs; and from the moment she had saved his life and held a blade to his throat ready to end the very life she had saved.

Tywin's hand reached for her core. There was no hiding the fact that she was wet and that he was hard. They were ready for each other.

Tywin pushed inside her in one swift motion, filling her completely, a gasp of pain escaped her mouth as he tore through her maidenhead.

Tywin didn't still himself, as she had noted earlier, she wasn't a blushing maid so there was no need to treat her as one. He moved out and then slid back in, pushing another soft gasp from Kenna's throat.

All Kenna could do to ride the waves of pain was to hold onto Tywin's arms as she adjusted to the new sensations and friction she was feeling.

Tywin settled into a rhythm, rocking in and out of her and for the first time, in a long time, Tywin's mind went blissfully blank as he focused on the hot grip of her body as he thrust into her.

Kenna still felt pain with each thrust but it was beginning to be overridden with pleasure as a warm sensation started to build inside her making her hips move with Tywin's.

Tywin half smiled at Kenna's movements but began to thrust harder to maintain his dominance. He moved his hand from above her head to her throat, lightly pinning her down while his other hand rested at her hip. He focused on the friction between them as he looked into Kenna's eyes. There was a storm behind her eyes but she wasn't fighting him, she was fighting herself until the pleasure won.

She groaned into the bedding as he continued to slam himself into her with a grunt, his fingers digging into her hips. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he enjoyed the moans and whimpers that he was eliciting from Kenna as he knew she didn't know enough to fake her sounds of pleasure. Her panting gasps and occasional cries were all the encouragement he needed and he knew he was close to making Kenna lose control.

"Bastard," Kenna cried as she went over the edge, her body shuddering as her core tightened around Tywin's cock but Tywin pushed through her end to find his own, releasing inside of her with a loud groan as he thrust into her one final time.

Tywin held himself in place above Kenna as he regained his breath and rolled to her side as his thundering heartbeat slowed.

Kenna fought through her haze to see that Tywin was already dressing himself. He occasionally sent a glance at her as she remained motionless on the bed. Once fully redressed he approached the bed and brought himself to his full height as he looked down at Kenna who was tangled in the bedsheets.

"Was that pleasurable enough for you my Lady?" Tywin asked with a gleam in his eye, alluding to Kenna's previous words.

"Yes and no one had to submit to the other," Kenna said still basking in the fading warmth of her orgasm.

Tywin leaned down, "I didn't say you would submit right away."

"I thought you said sex was about power and power was making someone submit before you did," Kenna perfectly recalled.

Tywin narrowed his eyes before he conceded the point, "Maybe that is true with whores but not with Ladies. I will see you here again tomorrow night."

"You will?" Kenna sarcastically replied.

Tywin stood over her relishing the sight of her. "I will," he demanded then added for clarity, "you will see me every night until you are with child."

With those words Tywin exited the room leaving Kenna alone sprawled on the bed. Kenna let the exhaustion overcome her and she felt her body sink into the bed. She sent a glance towards the cyvasee table and gathered the sheets to cover herself as she made her way gingerly over to the board. To keep her mind from the painful ache she was feeling between her legs she reset the board and moved one black piece forward.

The game she was playing with the Lion Lord had changed in nature but it was still the same game with the same objectives and she intended to win this time.

The Next day ….

The Gift, One days ride south from the Wall and two weeks ride from Winterfell, Seat of power of House Stark in the North, Capital of the Kingdom of the North

"Your Grace," a young northern solider said as he trotted up beside the King in the North's party dodging the marching soldiers.

"Yes," Robb replied has he and his surrounding guards slowed their horses to a walk.

"A message from Winterfell," the solider shouted above the din of the marching army.

Robb held out his hand and the message was dutifully placed in his outstretched fingers. Robb tore off the wolf seal then read the curled-up words.

It was Arya's handwriting but Maester Luwin's words. He chuckled, imagining the old Maester hovering over Arya and dictating to her as she wrote the letter.

His attention was drawn to a certain set of words.

Lord and Lady Baelish were executed in King's Landing by Lady Kenna Lannister's own hand for the murders of Jon Arryn, Alyssa Arryn and Joffrey Baratheon.

Robb wondered why Kenna herself had committed the finishing act. His father had always taught him he who passes the sentence must carry it out but Robb knew that concept hadn't made its way south of the Neck.

Robb reread the letter before folding it and putting it into his tunic pocket.

"Is it good news? Has Reece Bolton explained where he and his bannermen are because the Umbers will gladly march in front of them when they do join us" Lord Umber said gleefully.

Robb hesitated before replying, deciding himself if the words were indeed good or bad for the North, "The letter is from my sister not Lord Bolton. But yes, it looks like good news Lady Kenna avenged her father and sister's murder."

"Cersei Lannister is dead?" the large Lord said in surprise.

"No, it appears that Lord Baelish and my aunt were responsible for Jon Arryn's death. Not Cersei Lannister," Robb said in firm tone as if reconfirming the concept in his mind.

Lord Umber didn't reply but the surprise that had clouded his voice now resided on his face.

Robb felt the same way but didn't have the luxury of be able to show it to his men. A King must always appear in control.

After a few beats Lord Umber asked the question that was on Robb's mind as well.

"Who rules in the Vale now?"

"Arya writes that Lady Kenna was declared the Lady of the Eyrie and Warden of the East until Lord Robin comes of age," Robb replied.

"So, the Lannister's rule the Vale behind Lady Kenna's name?" Lord Umber remarked to Robb, aware that his King had forged a close bond with the captured Lady.

Robb silently nodded in agreement.

He still felt uneasy at having left Kenna at the Eyrie. Maybe if he had stayed, if he had fought alongside her, Kenna wouldn't have been betrayed at the Eyrie or be a practical prisoner in King's Landing under the Lannister's thumb. Robb wished a lot had played out differently and he wasn't sure he would get the chance to rectify his actions towards Lady Kenna.

Robb shook his head.

Kenna had near begged him to return North and retake Winterfell. He couldn't have defied her wishes, not when the moment had felt so final. But she was still alive and for as long as he was still alive Robb promised to himself, he would do everything he could to get Kenna and Sansa out of King's Landing.

A few shouts from ahead of him, broke Robb from his thoughts.

"Wildlings up ahead," his men yelled.

Robb smiled.

These might be the Wildings that had burnt Mole's Town to the ground or killed Rickon but it didn't matter which group his army had come across. Their fate would be the same.

For Rickon, Robb thought before commanding, "Run them down, no survivors."

Same day ….

Gardens, Red Keep, King's Landing, Seat of power of House Baratheon (Lannister) in the Crownlands, Capital of the Seven Kingdoms

Kenna sat in a chair facing Blackwater Bay imagining many magnificent ships floating on the waves instead of the nothingness that seemed to have settled into the Bay. She could feel that same emptiness in her right now. She was getting tired of waiting. King's Landing wasn't where she belonged.

Suddenly there was a lot of shouting behind her and she turned to see a giant crazed looking man wearing a tunic pushing past the Lannister guards that were stationed in the garden. It seemed like he was looking for someone and when he locked eyes with Kenna, he charged towards her.

Some Lannister men saw his charge and tried to intervene but were easily pushed away by the larger man and he continued on his path towards Kenna.

She was rooted in her seat as the man came closer to her. He seemed familiar and it was only when the man gave out a cry of pain as half a dozen Lannister soldiers jumped on him that she realised why.

Lord Royce. Yohn!

"Get off him," Kenna barked at the guards who were holding Lord Royce down.

They reluctantly let go of the old Lord and Lord Royce took the few remaining steps towards Kenna and bundled her into a hug.

"I saw you die," he rasped.

"What? Yohn sit down," Kenna ordered while guiding the troubled Lord onto one of the garden chairs.

"There was fire everywhere, a building collapsed in a wave of heat and …. You got buried beneath it. I couldn't reach you in time and you didn't hear my shouts."

Kenna knelt before the still pale Lord, firmly holding one of his hands and looking into his still tense face. "Well as you can see, I am still alive and it was all a dream."

"He said it was a vision," Lord Royce murmured.

"You aren't making any sense. Who said it was a vision?" Kenna questioned lightly not wanting to push too hard and wondering where Qyburn was.

"There was a boy with me, he said his name was Bran Stark but he could walk."

"Bran Stark is a cripple," Kenna softly pointed out.

"I know, yet he was there walking in my … dreams," Lord Royce said in a tired tone.

"That is all it was Yohn. A dream," Kenna said reassuringly before continuing, "Do you think I would let my death be so uninspiring. I am probably destined to be beheaded or hanged at the rate I am going. Not crushed to death under rubble," Kenna tried to tease but Lord Royce kept the pensive look on his face.

"I saw you die in another way," he said quietly.

"Oh," Kenna replied, growing more worried as this conversation dragged on.

"I killed you … You were advancing on me with your knives … You wouldn't listen to me. Your eyes glowed bright blue and … and you lunged at me. I struck you down with my blade …. I-"

"Yohn," Kenna said gently as she placed a hand on Lord Royce's cheek. "They are just dreams. I won't die. You won't kill me."

"I had another vision. You killed me this time."

Kenna sent Lord Royce a bewildered look.

"We were in the Throne room. I was tied up. You had your hand on my cheek while your other hand sliced a blade through my throat. As I lay there dying you walked up the steps and sat on the Iron Throne. Then I woke up and … here I am."

Kenna removed her hand from Lord Royce's cheek, "None of those things are going to happen Yohn. Especially the last one."

"They all felt so real."

"But they weren't and now you are back among the land of the living. There are a few things you need to know, if you still support me that is."

"Of course, I will support you till the day I die," Lord Royce declared. Even if you are the one to kill me, he silently added as he relaxed into the chair.

Kenna catching sight of an out of breath Qyburn approaching them decided to inform Lord Royce of Lysa and Littlefinger's downfall at a later date.

"I think Qyburn should look at you and make sure you have fully recovered from those blows to your head," Kenna said as she gestured for Qyburn to come forward and tend to Lord Royce.

Kenna kept her gaze on Lord Royce as Qyburn started to ask Lord Royce questions on what he could remember.

Kenna had managed to strangle the outpouring of emotion she had felt on seeing Lord Royce alive as the gardens was no place to express your real feelings but now as she looked at an exhausted Lord Royce, she couldn't help but wonder about his dreams.

Author' Notes:

I am predicting a little bit of push back on the whole Kenna and Tywin had sex thing so here is my explanation of why this scene happened in this story.

When I came up with the promise scene between Kenna and Tywin in Chapter 18 I knew that it was always going to end up with Kenna giving Tywin an heir instead of Jamie as in my mind Jamie was never going to 'betray' Cersei and once Tywin found out about the twincest he was going to consider Jamie unfit to carry on his legacy and he still doesn't see Tyrion as a suitable heir either. So, for Tywin it was always going to be a natural conclusion that he himself would have to sire his own heirs with Kenna. And I don't think that course of action would be outside of the character's ethical decision making or ability.

As for Kenna, she would honour her side of the 'deal' as she got what she wanted (Lysa Littlefinger's heads) and it is beyond her pride and character to try to escape a promise she made.

I have been sprinkling the story with little hints here and there that Tywin and Kenna would hook up to try to make this chapter not so jarring or abrupt but I understand it will not be everyone's cup of tea. But to be clear I am not a shipper and my main focus in writing is the story and this story to move forward needed this scene and 'promise' mini arc resolved and I hope I managed to do it in a natural and realistic way but do not expect too many scene like this one :)

I had considered turning Lord Royce into Zombie Mountain 2.0 but in the end, I couldn't do that to him and I thought I would ease Bran into the story via visions/dreams with Lord Royce.

Which vision do you think is most likely to happen in this AU?

How was Robb's return to the story?

If you have any questions or see any issues with the actions in this chapter please let me know I am happy to chat through them or fix them as my blurb in the Author Note section won't have covered it all I suspect.

Reviews:

Vcg – Insert 'one does not simply put up the next chapter' meme :P

Chm01 – Jamie obviously doesn't know about Tywin's decision but he won't be concerned as he only wants Cersei he doesn't care about the Lannister legacy. What was option B for Jamie?

Raw666 – Correct thinking on how the parentage will be presented and, on the timescales, involved.

Purple-pygmy-puff16 – Last chapter was a bit of a builder for this one :) Weapons are a girl's best friend … in King's Landing anyway :P The thing is Kenna does have a plan to get out of King's Landing but she isn't in control of the timing of it and this was a situation she made herself so she wouldn't have run away from it.

Supremus85 – Not saying that wouldn't have been cool (my money would have been on Bronn) but I have another idea for Lord Corbray. The message in the letter was revealed this chapter :)

NightlyRowenTree – Thank you and I hope this chapter kept up the 'chaos' ;P

SarahELupin – Hi! No as an annulment in that time period (basing on European history 15th century) would have been an embarrassment to the Lannister name. Much easier to keep Kenna married to Jamie and for her to get pregnant by Tywin himself.

Whitewalker (Guest) – I think you are right on the Olenna and Tywin front, they are quite similar in their approaches to maintaining their power. You are bang on regarding Kenna's motives so far and you are right in the fact that now she has got her justice for her family we will see a change in her objectives.

You. Single-handedly. Made. Me. Revise. This. Chapter. So. Many. Times. To. Make. Sure. It. Was. Perfect.

I know it probably wasn't what you were hoping for but I really hope it was a good read. I won't be writing too many sex scenes as I am more interested in the story aspect but sometimes the story demands a sex scene to move the plot on.

Is there a particular reason you don't have a FF account? As I won't be posting till after Christmas so if you have any questions I can't PM you the answers if you don't have an account :)

NCVII – The North came back this chapter and the story up there gets its own chapter next too!

DannyBlack70 – Lysa's death was a bit sneaky but Kenna showed off Littlefinger's a bit for the crowd. Well I don't think the letter itself was interesting but what it led to was integral to the story. There is a plan in motion to get Kenna out of King's Landing but I won't give away her destination ;) Haha LOL I can totally see that!

Next Up: An entire chapter based in the North :D What are the Bolton's up to? Jon and Robb have their reunion and Arya discovers being the Lady of Winterfell is a lot more fun than she thought.

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See you guys next chapter :)