Stubborn Will

Tywin returned after getting his 'Justice,' to speak with the Maester. He wanted to know the condition of Farfella. The Maester looked to the side where she was sleeping. "She caught fever an hour ago. It's high right now but the herbs she procured ridding today along with what I have here should make a difference in her recovery." He said softly. Tywin looked over and watched her sleep before dismissing the Maester. Stiffly he approached her and indeed she was fevered. Remembering the stories of how her mother had perished over such a wound. He shuddered and took the cloth off her forehead to rewet it and put it back. Tracing her face and features. She was indeed hot but not as hot as she could be. He was thankful for that.

The door opened as he watched settled in his chair watching her from the slight shadows. Cersei was peeking her fair head in looking for anyone before sneaking into the room. She came to Farfella's side and checked the cloth before rewetting it and putting it back. Biting her lip she climbed into her bed to pull the covers better around her and rest beside her. Watching her, shyly moving like any child taking her prone hand. Little fingers playing with hers a bit. "Remember you promised." She murmured in a whisper. Tywin arched a brow and wondered what she was going on about. But froze as he heard the weak and murmured voice of Farfella.

"I told you I wouldn't, didn't I?" Cersei sat up immediately and looked down at her with wider green eyes. She opened her steel blue eyes and weakly reached up tracing her cheek. Cersei's eyes watered before closing and leaning into her palm to feel her touch. She smiled weakly but pulled Cersei into her arms that is where she stayed. Running her fingers through her long gold blonde hair. Cersei held to her tighter and stayed there. "You aren't like other women, you fight when you have to. Is that what makes you strong?" Farfella smirked watching the ceiling. "Part of it yes but the other part depends on the person you are inside. If you want to be a real lion then I'll teach you." Cersei looked at her and her look showed she wanted nothing more. The moment interrupted when Jamie snuck in finding them to get to the bed and onto it taking her hand. Relief in his green eyes to see her awake.

Tywin stayed as still as possible and watched the scene. Cersei was right, Farfella wasn't like most women. He had to admit that even he found that…refreshing. She wasn't wild but she wasn't tame either. A wild animal in a cage might act calm and peaceful but they were still a wild animal. Finally he got up and stepped from the shadows. "You know she'll never get any better if you don't let her rest." Both twins jumped a little, startled. "We were worried about mom-Lady Farfella!" Jamie suddenly corrected tensing as his father froze and tensed looking at his son. He looked to Farfella who traced her fingers along his hand. A soft encouragement. "I'm fine and will be now off to bed both of you before father skins your hides." Cersei giggled at such an image but got up pulling Jamie both twins left.

"You know they meant no harm," she said softly and Tywin smirked just a bit. Still the calm ice she had grown fond of. He leaned though shutting her up before her next statement. Lips on hers in a warm steel press. She froze and shuddered feeling heat rising in her face but she kissed back against the steel that was Tywin's lips. Tywin let it grow and deepen a little. Feeling his fingers moving her hair. Breaking the kiss. "Maybe but don't ever do this again." He warned sternly that she blinked almost dumbfounded for a moment and then broke into her rare private smile he had been growing rather fond of. "Shall we discuss the wedding then?" She mused he had nearly forgotten it with all the days events. Nodding and sitting at her bedside she hesitated but got brave for a moment and took his hand. Fingers tracing, and Tywin let her, tracing back.