A/N: Sooo sorry I didn't upload yesterday! Something came up that needed taking care of… But, here is another chapter!
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Tywin
"My Lord, if I may a word?"
The silent whisper told him that whatever news Varys would bring to him wasn't good. They've just finished a council meeting and he wasn't in the right mood to talk to the Spider: he needed to take care of other business, like the trial of his son.
But he knew Varys would not occupy him without a reason. So he just sighed and let the Spider speak.
"My little spiders informed me with some news about your beautiful daughter."
Varys had his fullest attention now: he knew he was speaking about Alyssa. His untamed daughter. There would be no news about Cersei: Cersei would tell him instantly because he did control her. Alyssa on the other hand…
"What of her?" The tone in his voice was demanding: he wanted to know everything about Alyssa.
"Forgive me, my Lord, but it seems she rather enjoys the presence of Prince Oberyn Martell. They are often seen with each other. The way he looks at her is… way too indecent."
He couldn't help but smile at himself: 'Of course he does. Every man in Westeros had a desire for my daughter. But they won't have her: she's mine.'
For the first time in years he thought of her mother. Lady Emilia of House Verney. Alyssa inherited her persuasiveness: his late wife persuaded him as well. She got the same temper Alyssa had when things weren't going the way she wanted it to be. Luckily, Alyssa inherited things from him too: her tongue was sharp as a knife and her intelligence was extraordinary. She could win a war without fighting.
Although it did concern him that she enjoyed being around Oberyn when he pleaded her not to. He was a danger to his family: he just wanted vengeance for his late sister and he knew Alyssa was the only way to get to him.
"And what makes you think that I need to worry?" He decided to answer.
"Well, my lord, I just thought that you needed to know that Lady Alyssa has several contacts with him. She is even spotted at the brothel Martell stays in. I just thought that I ought to warn you."
"You did very well by doing so. Thank you, Varys. You are a true friend to the Throne. You may go now. I need to talk to my daughter."
He heard Varys leave the room because a door was closed. He fetched someone to seek for Alyssa and sent her to him straight away: he needed to make sure that their rendezvous' would not take place any longer.
He took a seat at his chair and rested his fingers against his temples with his eyes closed. Out of his four children, Alyssa was the most troubled one. Cersei was always obedient and did whatever he bid her to do. Jaime could be a rightful pain but he knew he could always rely on his son: he fought many battles for him to make sure his family was safe. Tyrion…. Well, he couldn't help but admire his courage and wit. Alyssa… He sighed again.
Every time Alyssa would tell him that she would obey him and be a good daughter. But she gave her own ring to it: she would do things the way she ought was best, not like Tywin urged her to. Whatever he did to make sure she would be under his control, she always found her way out. When he urged her back to the Rock to keep an eye on her, she would still persuade men to see how he would react. Tywin thought his hair turned slight grey early because of all the trouble she brought upon him.
There was a loud bang on the door which could only mean that Alyssa had arrived. He knew she would be slight angry with him: she did not like it when he commanded her to come at once.
"Enter." It was all he could say while he still kept his eyes closed.
He heard her footsteps going to the table where his decanter stood. 'Of course she needs a drink before she can speak to me. It wakes her senses.'
"My little cub, it is good that you came." He looked at her: proudly. He was proud that he was the father of such beautiful children where the whole realm spoke of but Alyssa was by far the most prettiest. It wasn't just the way she looked: it was the way she could walk, talk and touch that drove people mad.
"How could I say 'No' to my father? You would have dragged me to this place." She walked towards the chair that was sat in front of him. She took a little sip of her wine, one eyebrow up, like she was impatient and wanted him to speak.
"I have heard that you and Prince Oberyn get along well." He stated. He said nothing more to just see the expression on his youngest child's face, but she gave nothing away. She just shrugged.
"Is it forbidden to speak with him? I thought you told me to make him feel welcome." She sounded innocent, but he knew better.
"It depends on how you look at the word 'welcome'. Alyssa, how do you look at the word 'welcome'?" He too now raised his eyebrow, demanding an honest answer of her.
"Welcome is my way of saying that people should feel themselves at home. To be a comfort to those I needed to feel welcome."
"And how are you a comfort to Prince Oberyn?"
She smirked: "Father, don't you trust me?"
"I want to trust you, just give me a reason to."
"I gave you every reason to. Don't you think Prince Oberyn isn't much trouble since he arrived? You should thank me for that. I think I have managed to temper him a little."
"And how did you do that?"
There was her little ring to it again: she did temper him, he thought he would have been a lot more trouble but something told him that Alyssa did not tell him the whole truth. He wouldn't push her though: he knew she wouldn't care to tell him anyway.
"Oh father, I have my ways."
"Yes you do. Although I do need to forbid you to ever set foot in a brothel again. That, my love, is not a place for a woman like you. And I believe your future husband does not want his lady wife to be seen in a place like that. Plus: you will not see or look for Oberyn again unless I tell you to. At least until Tyrion's trial."
She finished her cup of wine and smiled: "Is that an order my lord?"
"Yes it is. And your chambers will be next to me from now on. I'll have some people to pack your things and tonight will be the first night that you'll be sleeping in the Tower of the Hand. Is that understood?"
The smile was still on her face: "Your wish is my command, my lord. Do I have your leave now?"
He sighed: it still troubled him that she took his command so lightly. But he knew he couldn't change her mind so he decided to leave things like this.
"Yes, yes you have."
She walked over to him to kiss him on his cheek, like she always did and it was a sign to him that she really loved him.
"I will see you this evening then, father." She walked over to the door and opened it. Before she could walk out, Tywin remembered something he needed to tell her.
"Oh and Alyssa?"
She turned around to look at him: "Yes?"
"The next time you will see your brother Tyrion I'll have his head before the trial."
He saw the hurt expression on her face but he knew that was the only thing to keep his dear daughter away from the child he despised.
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Reek
The way that Ramsay looked troubled him: it was far too pleased so it meant someone would get hurt, probably him, or he would give himself a treat and someone would eventually get hurt.
"Reek, I have some good news!"
The way he looked at him still made him flinch. He was getting ready for another terrible pain.
"What is it, my lord?"
"Reek, it is not nice to not look your master in the eye. I said: I have some good news." Ramsay's voice was more insistent now so Reek looked into the eyes that he feared most.
"What is it, my lord?"
"We will have a wedding soon! Don't you like that, Reek?"
"I do, my lord."
"And what kind of a wedding! The Lannisters and the Boltons will bind their Houses and rule alongside each other, Reek!"
'The Lannisters? Isn't Cersei already betrothed to Loras Tyrell? But that could only mean… No, that was impossible.. Lord Tywin would never..'
"Yes Reek, in a few weeks time I will be married to Alyssa Lannister, the Queen of Beauty!" Ramsay looked far too pleased with himself.
Reek couldn't believe it. There must be some kind of mistake.
"Aren't you happy for me, Reek?" Ramsay whispered, like he didn't like the way Reek responded to his news.
"I am, my lord, I am. She is a beautiful woman."
The look on Ramsay's face changed and Reek knew he didn't react in the way his master wanted him to.
"Oh yes, of course! You have seen her, haven't you Reek? But that was the old you, wasn't it, Reek?"
"Yes my lord, yes, I've meant no offense! Please!" He saw Ramsay walking towards him. He held foot only inches away from him and Reek started to shiver.
"I bet you wanted to fuck her, didn't you? Well, you are no threat now since I've sliced your toy off but I am warning you: one wrong look on my soon to be wife, and I will cut something else off. Understood, Reek?"
"Yes, yes master, I swear I will not look at her!"
"Good. You really are a loyal servant. And you know what? I reward my loyal servants. So when Lady Alyssa arrives, I want you to take care of her. To say nice things about me. Can you do that for me, Reek?"
"Yes, yes I can my lord."
"Very good. Make sure she is pre-occupied. I can't have her handmaidens here for too long. People talk. And it has been a long time since I've had a good hunt."
Reek did not need to ask him what his intentions were: he already knew that Alyssa her handmaidens would probably be dead before the ceremony.
"And when our wedding day arrives, she will be all alone. You know how much I love lonely women. I will take her innocence roughly from her and fuck her bloody. And when I've finished, I will fuck her again and again, until she cannot walk anymore. You will watch how she screams for her father to save her, won't you, Reek?"
'She is not innocent anymore! But there is no way I will tell him that. He will hurt her even more. I can only thank the Gods Jon took her innocence. At least she would have one happy memory from the night I've heard her moan Jon's name in the chamber beneath mine back at Winterfell. Back when I was Theon Greyjoy. No, no, don't call yourself that. Your name is Reek: it rhymes with 'freak'.'
"I will, my lord."
Ramsay had that pleased look on his face again: "Good. And now you need to prepare a bath for me. It is going to be a long day since I have a wedding to plan."
'I can only hope he will not ruin her with one of his sharp blades.'
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Alyssa
Alyssa walked over to her chambers. Well, her old chambers since her new chambers will be nearby her fathers.
Alyssa didn't mind: she had promised Tyrion to stay away from Oberyn for two days until his trial. Her father only helped her by demanding his daughter close. Little did he know…
As if the Gods wanted her to she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. She couldn't see to whom it belonged but the hand dragged her to a chamber. She smiled: of course, it was Oberyn. The more you fight it, the more it will slap you in the face.
"My Prince, you should not scare a lady like that."
'Gods, why did he have to look so handsome?'
"My apologies, my lady, but I haven't seen you since our little adventure and I desire for more." He ran his hands from her shoulders to her bottom, which was his favorite part of her body.
She smirked: "Well I am truly sorry but I need to get going."
He ran his nose through her hair. She knew he loved the way she smelled.
"No you don't." He whispered in her ear.
'No, I don't, but if I will be able to resist you than yes, I should.'
"My Prince, don't you believe me?" She didn't try to sound seductively although she did. Oh well, maybe it was just her nature.
"I wish I could but something tells me you want to stay away from me." He pulled her close and she could feel his hard member pressing against her upper thigh. It aroused her sexual senses.
"I am deeply sorry but I need to check up my old chambers. Did you know my father made me move?" She tried to sound innocent and pouted her lips.
He laughed: "That cruel old man. Why did he now?"
Now it was her time to whisper in his ear: "He wants me to stay away from you."
"And yet here you are: in a chamber where no one can see us. Do you want to stay away from me, lady Alyssa?"
'No. But I am not going to tell you that.'
"Well, I must obey my father don't I? He would be displeased if he found out we had another rendezvous right after I've visited him." She pulled away from him now and held her arms high around herself. The pressure on her chest made her breasts almost rip the fabric apart on top of it and Oberyn was staring at her breasts hungrily. She could see he did everything to control himself.
Still not keeping his eyes off her breasts, he answered: "But I looked for you. You didn't look for me so technically you are not disobeying your Lord Father."
She smiled at his cleverness: "I believe I didn't, no."
He stroked her cheek lightly with one of his fingers, making her close her eyes while he trailed off to her breasts.
'Why, WHY did I need to promise Tyrion that I would stay away from him? It's not fair. It's like letting him promise he wouldn't set foot in a brothel for the rest of his days.'
"I can see you have some trouble with resisting me, my lady." His mouth was at her ear again, planting a kiss on it and licking her earlobe.
A small moan of pleasure escaped her lips. He was right: she did have trouble resisting him. His touches felt so damn good against her skin. He made her feel so wanted. She already knew she was wanted, but only he and Jon made her feel that way. And Jon was nowhere around.
'Surely Tyrion will understand.'
She gave in: she took his face in her hands and kissed him roughly. He returned her kiss and pushed her up against the wall. She gasped for air and smirked at him. He returned her smirk and she could see the lust in his eyes. He now took her face in his hands and kissed her again, he opened her lips with his tongue to find hers.
His hands were all over her body and her hands all over his. She loved it how his muscles would tense when she touched them and a shiver went through her when his fingers found her nipples. He massaged them with both hands so they would stiffen under his touch. He licked her chest until where the fabric started and he looked at her hungrily, she knew he wanted her to take her dress off.
"Now, my Prince, remember, this all is just a preview." She didn't know how she was able to speak but she needed to draw a line to not go any further.
"I say we need to take that preview to a whole new level, my lady."
He took her legs on each side of his waist and pulled her off the floor. She wrapped his arms around his neck while their mouths found each other again. He walked them over to a table and put her on top of it. He pushed her back onto it and stared at her for a while, liking what he was seeing. He crawled on top of her and started to ride between her legs. Her nails were in his back and he moaned loudly.
She knew she encouraged him to go further but she didn't care anymore. She won't let him have her, but she knew they could do other things.
He took the straps off her arms so her chest was bare. He looked at the perfect rounding of her breasts and her stiff nipples. He started to ravish them with his tongue and another moan escaped Alyssa's lips. She could feel him going further down as his hands pulled her dress up. He pulled herself towards him while he sat on his knees. She felt his tongue over her private and another sense of pleasure went through her. She didn't want him to stop, she loved every single moment of it.
"Oh Oberyn…" She gasped his name.
His hands found her breasts again and he massaged them. He then sucked at her most sensitive spot, making her want to scream but she knew she couldn't because she didn't want to draw attention to the room. He took his mouth off her private and licked her nipples once more, while his fingers rubbed her wetness. His tongue trailed from her nipples towards her mouth and he kissed her roughly.
"When you come I want you to scream my lady." He ordered her whilst she felt a well known explosion of feelings moving to her private. She took his face in her hands again and kissed him hard on the lips. She could tell that he knew she was coming because his mouth began to trail off once more to her nipples, biting in each of them.
While her screams of pleasure filled the room he smirked at her. She was happy that there was a table below her because she had a feeling she was about to collapse. He buried his face between her breasts and laughed.
"I think your Lord Father might have heard you."
"I don't care, it was totally worth it." She pushed his body off hers so she could pull her dress and hair in the right place.
He kissed her on top of her head: "You are totally worth it, my lady. Where will your new chambers be?"
"In the Tower of the Hand, close to my father's."
He smiled: "Luckily I happen to be there a lot my lady. I will look for you." He took her head in his hands and kissed her on the lips. He walked to the door and looked if the coast was clear. She suggested it was because he turned his head to wink at her and then he left, leaving Alyssa behind.
'He took the preview to a whole new level indeed.'
Making sure the coast was clear for her as well, she left the chamber and made her way to her own.
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A/N: I hope I made up to you bigtime with the Alyssa and Oberyn scene! I've promised to put Jon and Sam into it too but I've decided to put them into the next chapter, as well as Tyrion's trial!
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