First Blood

Tywin had finally found the main culprit that had shot the arrow and hit Farfella whom he was to marry tomorrow. Glaring down at the man he was about to give sentencing when Cersei and Jamie came in. He frowned as both were dressed differently but also the same. It was something they didn't do often, circling the man they asked questions. What they would have done to Cersei, what they would have done to Jamie or to Farfella. The answers they got matched many they heard the guards talk about or even what Farfella herself mentioned they might want to do. When the man scoffed and chastised them for being weak it was Cersei he snorted as Farfella came in with Gregor. "Maybe but after a hawk saved the cub…they became lions and lions have fangs and claws. "

Tywin frowned as Gregor closed off the door and Farfella stayed by the only other escape route that would have been the window. Looking back in time to see a flash. Cersei cut the man as Jamie did the calf he went down crying out. Both children circling him to pause and look back at her. She looked at them crossing her arms behind her back in her tunic that bore her sigil of Ragnar. Gregor crossed his arms watching the unease of Tywin and nearly snorted. She gestured with her head starting to sing a bit…she sang the rains of Castemere as she circled with them revealing her belt and showed her short swords letting each twin get one from her hip and move in on the man who moved trying to run. They attacked and didn't show mercy or flinching as blood was spilt even by their own hands. Killing the man before his father or his knights could.

Tywin stared fascinated but shocked to look at her. She looked back at him arching a brow slowly. "We are Lannister's and we send a message," she said smoothly. Tywin shivered but looked back at his twins, they weren't so little anymore, not if they could take a life. He shivered and felt actual pride. He had Gregor and others clean up the 'mess' and set the body as an example. She smirked at that and went to go get ready for the wedding with Cersei at her heels. Jamie followed Tywin. Watching his father get dressed. "What is it, you've been awfully quiet." Tywin mused, his son smirked a little. "Does bedding hurt?" He blinked at that to tilt his head, "No…well if the maiden is innocent then yes at first but just at first."

He looked at himself in the mirror straightening the lacings of his doublet, "But that passes, why do you ask?" He mused. Jamie traced the edges of his doublet a bit. "I don't wand her hurt, ever, I really do like her…and…I want to call her mom." He confessed. Tywin paused to look at him and turned finally studying his son. "She is your mom, she has been since the day she arrived, you just didn't realize it. Nor did I." He mused Jamie smiled. He eyed his son a bit more, "Farfella and I have been discussing you leaving the Rock to start squiring soon." Jamie blinked at that and looked at his father. "That is what you wanted wasn't it, to become a knight?" He shivered and nodded. Not daring to say a word, he didn't want to say something that would make his father resend the idea. He smirked, "Good, next year you will go that gives me enough time to choose who should be teaching my son."

Cersei watched Farfella as she fixed her hair with special pins that had emerald in them. "I heard the servants talk about father sending Jamie away, is it because…" She glanced Cersei in the mirror. "Because of you two getting caught kissing by a servant." She flinched. "No, your brother wants to become a Knight and I will make sure he does, and that you two separate for a time. You are twins, not even older siblings, trust me that would not end well on any account. No matter where you come from." She turned to her in her dress of gold and black with her hawk sigil and lions. "You are a Lannister, you are highborn and you are not a whore even for your twin. It is unnatural, and I know why it started. It started when your mother became ill and recluse pregnant with Tyrion. It only escalated when she died and your father turned to stone and ice." She said pointedly. With each accusation of truth it was like a stab to Cersei that made her flush and want to squirm out of her skin under her piercing gaze.

"You need to save yourself for your husband. Not even for the honor of your family but the honor of yourself. If you can't love yourself then how can anyone else truly love you and not treat you like a wanton thing?" She lifted Cersei's chin. "You may think you'll never regret it but you will, trust me I learned that the hard way." She looked at her and frowned. "You and your brother.." She shook her head. "My mother and my father's brother." Cersei winced a bit but nodded. "Come your father and brother are waiting." They moved to the door and servants opened it from the other side when they felt it starting to open. Stepping out her father was there waiting and offered his arm which she took. Walking with him with Cersei close to her and yet slightly behind her.

Tywin waited at the Sept and was thinking of all manner of things unable to concentrate on one and wondered if the slightest shake in his hands was nerves. He wanted to scoff at the notion of being nervous, this wasn't a battle this was a wedding, his wedding. He didn't need to turn around by the murmurs and standing of the people of the Rock to know or guess that Farfella had arrived. Standing up from his spot he turned and froze. Watching her be walked by her father down toward him. The gold and black dress brought out every feature of his new wife in sharp detail. Her steel blue eyes, pale fairness, slender lithe features. The dress slightly low cut. He looked at her as she came to face him. Her father giving her away to Tywin who took off his cloak and moved it around her bringing her under his protection. Taking her hand as the Sept moved to tie the ribbon around them telling them to say their vows. She spoke as he did, he knew these vows by heart and knew she had memorized them. He hoped that this would be the last time he takes these vows.

She walked with him into the great hall where a feast was going. She ate and smiled talking to some of her family. Tywin spoke with her father and about business but glancing her he wasn't so pressed to keep talking about it looking away before he was more driven to distraction. He didn't get that mercy for long as her uncle called for the Bedding. Men moved to pull at her dress as the maids especially from her family came to Tywin. He had endured this before and felt more sorry for Farfella. Getting moved to the stairs as they started to loose articles of clothing. Naked by the time they reached his room in the tower. She shivered and he traced her shoulder she turned to him he stepped into her making her back up. He traced her arms that covered her modesty she was flushed. Tywin leaned gently to coax her to kiss him, he knew despite her bravado and stubbornness she was still a innocent when it came to the bedroom and was more nervous then she let on. She shivered as she kissed him back feeling his touch go softer she shivered. Tracing his chest a bit, he encouraged it. Laying her back on his bed as he lowered over her.

She didn't want to admit it but she was nervous. Tywin kissed her cheek and along her jaw. Tracing her form and learning it. Doing so made her relax, he wanted her to relax. She traced his cheek as he looked up at her, eyes on each other. He leaned a little into the touch, pulling her hips suddenly he wasted no time slipping inside her. She tensed and gasped gripping his shoulders he stilled for a moment. He wiped her tears to kiss her and gripped her hip after his fingers traced to her side. "It will pass." He whispered softly. She nodded and let him move gasping a bit. Tywin did his best to trace and touch places no man or herself had touched to make the pain disappear. It did hurt at first but the more he moved and traced the hotter she felt. The more she relaxed but tensed for another reason. Legs moving around Tywin's and his waist only made him pull and be at an even sharper angle she could feel him deeper still. Head throwing back. Tywin felt her legs tighten as well as her muscles around him. Moaning out he couldn't hold it back rather he wanted to or not.

She did not stop him. It was not her place to stop her husband. Tywin had not touched a woman since Joanna and his body had missed it, even he couldn't deny that. He couldn't deny that he was enjoying himself even if he wanted to lie himself. He didn't stop until she cried out and gripped his shoulders hard enough it left scratches. Tywin panted but moved harder and faster until he was spent forcing her to ride out the moment. Collapsing and turning so she was on top of him a bit as they separated. She was tired yet tingled. She felt her legs tremble lightly and did not dare try nor want to get up. Tywin pulled the pins out of her hair letting them drop to the floor so he could pull her hair down. He liked seeing it down. Moving her chin to kiss her she shivered kissing back. He ran fingers through her hair and watched her fall asleep. She did and he watched her until he himself fell asleep. Roused in the morning by the sunlight in the room. He woke and looked to the side to find Farfella still asleep, her long locks framing her fair pale face. Covers on her low most of her breast showed and he followed the contours of her body. For once feeling the beast of lust threaten to rear it's head he quelled it. Servants would be there soon to change the sheets.

At first in some way he thought he hurt her due to the amount of blood but seeing her sleeping and breathing softly he knew she was alright. Letting her sleep while he dressed, he would have a bath drawn for her. Moving to the bed side Tywin traced hair from her face and traced her cheek leaning as he murmured her name. She groaned her annoyance to being woken he chuckled but kissed her awake. She shivered. He held out her robe helping her up. He seemed to have excellent timing as servants knocked. "I want a bath drawn for my lady. " He mused as he headed for the door. "And breakfast brought for her. I will see you for luncheon." He noted that last part to Farfella who nodded. Watching him go seeing him glance back before disappearing she blushed. She had wondered what that slight look in his eyes had meant. But she thought better of it then to ask especially of a servant. Tywin though went to his study in the tower and pulled his parchment and books to him. Looking over the numbers for Casterly Rock. Winter was coming and he wanted to make sure all the supplies were set. Writing away though he got slightly distracted with thoughts of Farfella, about what they had done the night before. The way she could say his name. He finished his work and left his tower early. He thought of checking on his children as they studied but then he smirked, if they were too busy studying he could have Farfella to himself and Farfella it was he moved to search for.