Wedding of the century, that was what they were calling it. Tywin was proud of her granddaughter; she had grown to be a strong and confident. Gone was the girl that was shy and meek. Here sitting at the center of the feast hall where all the important people of the known world were gathered, she shone like the diamonds she was wearing. Seeing his granddaughter wear a crown was a new experience. In Westeros only the Queens wore crowns but here all the female members of the Royal family had jewels on their heads. The Queen and the princess wore their own crowns with the grace that one was born with it was not something that could not be taught.
As much as he had tried Tywin could not find anything about the mysterious past of the King. It was as if he had come from another world just to conquer this one. He and his brother had air of superiority around them that even made his proud daughter could not match. He moved and talked in a manner that showed years of etiquette lessons and they were always alert, always had their eyes fixed on the Princess. It was evident to him and any trained man that the princess was the most important person in this room for the royal family, even Prince Draco made sure that she was in his line of vision at all times. Her betrothed had her arm in his as they moved around the room greeting the Essosi nobles. The way the Essosi nobles deferred to the Snow lord it was clear that they held him in great regard and were familiar with him. It would have been expected of the Bravossi nobles but even the men from Volantis and Pentos gave him a slight bow.
The Snow lord made his brain itch. There was something about him he just could not figure out. The mannerism was so different from the rest of the Stark family, he moved in a way that made everyone pause. His presence was powerful but along with betrothed the pair was magnetic. They moved as a unit, utterly comfortable with one another so much so their hands mirrored and extended one another unconsciously, it was as clear as day that they loved each other.
The power dynamics of this family was a conundrum a headache to figure out, even though the King should be the most powerful, he was a slave to his daughter's whims. Tywin had observed in Kings Landing the Princess was the one everyone wanted to be the happiest. The way the King and his brother and the two Princes loved her, gave her power. And her being betrothed to the richest man in Westeros gave her a foothold in his country. What if the princess wanted to be queen one day? Tywin was sure her father would make sure she gets her wish. Jon Snow had quickly become one of the most respected men the Seven Kingdoms. Many would prefer him to his whoring Goodson. From the corner of his eyes he saw his stupid daughter and her pathetic lover Lancel and the ever-bootlicking sycophant Baelish move out of the room; it was time Tywin had a talk with his daughter.
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Draco moved around the room greeting people, it was always fun for him to see people suck up to him. When he was young, he had often seen people with false smiles and hidden agendas. The Malfoys were a business family, they had their hands in all sorts of pies, people always wanted their gold, the men would accost his father and the women would try and ingrate themselves into his mother's social circle. As the young Heir Malfoy, he was intimately familiar with the false smiles that hid their agendas. Each and every man in this gathering wanted something from them may it be a business relation or a hope of a familial alliance. With one prince married and the princess betrothed to another it meant only he was left. All the nobles were eying him with the chance of having an alliance. Growing up he had always thought that he would be married for duty, to gain an alliance for the Malfoy family but now he wanted more seeing Rayne and Dudley happy with their significant other made him want that same for himself. He would find his one as he was a Malfoy and a Malfoy always got what he wanted.
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Rayne and Jon had escaped the wedding celebrations in hope for a quiet time with each other. They were roaming in the huge garden that Elia and Visenya had carefully grown disillusioned with their footsteps silenced. It was filled with exotic flowers and trees heavy with fruit. The two of them had the now fully grown thunderbird and phoenix to keep company along with Rayne's snakes Shira and Nefertiti. Her less inconspicuous pets usually stayed at the Sanctuary with the dragons but today they wanted to visit the little three-headed marvel. Jörmi was loved by all, be it the dragons, griffins or the snakes. Jörmi was often found snoozing nestled in the horns of Balerion. Rayne had Missy, her elf gets Jörmi from her room, she then sent all her pets back to the Sanctuary before they were seen by any other busy body. All but Shira left, she had missed her mistress and wanted to stay with her plus she was an excellent spy to have in a castle filled with people with multiple agendas.
Rayne and Jon walked hand in hand quietly talking about anything and everything feeding each other fruits from the trees lost in each other. The gardens had a huge hedge maze filled with fountains and beautiful statues but Rayne's previous encounter with the maze made her wary of going inside it. They were walking around the edges when Shira came slithering back.
'There are people inside talking about your King father and Dragon boy Jon.' she said to Rayne.
Without wasting any time Jon and Rayne followed Shira into the maze. Deep into the maze was where stood the enemies of the Targaryen empire. Tywin, Cersei, Baelish and Lancel Lannister.
'...kill Robert sooner than later. We already have the kingdoms at relative peace and now you are hand why must I suffer the indignity of being that man's wife any longer.' Cersei snarled in her usual nasally voice completely inebriated on wine.
Hearing her words Cersei's ever loyal dog, Lancel nodded in agreement.
Tywin let out a breath seeking answers form the heavens, just how dense his daughter could be? Even the cursed dwarf had more brain power than her, oh how much he loathed to admit that. Cersei's ambitions were going to be trouble for them. All of Lannister ambition she had inherited but none of the cleverness. His daughter considered herself to be a player but she was no better than a pawn. She could be great if she listens to council but her arrogance and impulsiveness was her curse.
'You will do no such thing. The King must live at least for another few years till Joffrey reaches adulthood. It would do no good for us to kill him and then find out he had named Stark as his reagent. No, we must wait. Joffrey turns sixteen in a years' time. Let the whoring king live another year then we will have the throne. You will be Queen Mother but be warned my daughter only Queen Mother, don't let it in your head that you can rule the seven kingdoms through your son even as a reagent. The Seven Kingdoms have never been ruled and never will be ruled by a woman. Whatever ambitions you have leave them at the docks when you reach Kings Landing or you will suffer my wrath.'
With his final words Tywin left the maze followed by a mockingbird. What they failed to see was the expression of pure fury and loathing on Cersei's face. It was clear to Jon and Rayne that her father's words had no effect on Cersei. She would as she pleases.
It was also clear that he days of Robert Baratheon were numbered.
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Rhaegar was having the time of his life. Petting the hot scalding scales of Balerion he had never felt more at peace ever. Rhaegar was happy, his family was happy and most importantly his son was happy. The sky above him was filled with dragons chasing one another, griffins and Rayne's birds.
He felt a pang of sadness thinking about Rhaenerys and Aegon, Elia and Rhaegar were more often than not wished their children had survived so they could be a complete family but it was not meant to be. All they could have now was vengeance.
Tywin and the usurper Baratheon will get theirs, those who stood in that cursed hall and saw the Stag King spit on his beloved children's bodies proclaiming them Dragonspawn will get their due, for the Targeryens were coming back and they will take back theirs with fire and blood.