Lion by the Hawk

Tywin finished his normal morning duties and went in search of Farfella to find her in the Tiltyard but not watching knights. She was facing off with Cersei now nearly fourteen. Both were in boots, leather pants and shirt tunics with corsets of leather, hair tied back, both in bracers. Cersei mirrored Farfella both twirling two swords, slender ones made for them, for a woman's hand. Going through a routine suddenly turning on each other both moved. Strikes sounding as the Knights watched, both to watch yet also protect as was their duty.

She told an in training knight to step up and face Cersei. He grinned but she smiled and Farfella sat on the post watching. The man swung seeming to overpower Tywin glared but blinked as Cersei moved faster suddenly blades moving she made the man falter and give ground disarming and cutting him she yelled out and kicked him as hard as she could in the solar plexus he fell off his feet hitting the ground gripping his sides coughing.

Cersei held both blades against her shoulders and smirked, bangs a bit wild. Tywin watched them as they moved to Archery and god could his daughter shoot like Farfella. She was also grinning, his daughter content with the sword, bow and politics. She had been grooming his eldest daughter for court. He blinked startled to realize the hooded man watching was…Rhaegar. He was watching his daughter with a look of surprise but not disapproval. He had just arrived in secret not too long ago.

He moved to greet the prince who was revealed and he showed Tywin a missive he wanted to look over of a possible rebellion. Trusting his council still, glancing Cersei. Tywin glanced them and Farfella to see her hidden glance meet his. Her smirk was brief and she went inside with her daughters as the boys stepped up for their lessons with the Knights of Casterly Rock.

"Oh you devil woman, you did that on purpose because you knew I wanted to arrange her to a Targaryen." He mused and hid his smile behind his calm mask, listening to the prince.

Finding her later in a dress of gold and red brushing out her hair having bathed.

"I'll say it again…you are a Lannister more than a Ragnar." He closed his door.

"Oh was my decision too tactful?" She asked putting down the brush to look to him.

"No, but your decision to bathe was." He grinned a bit.

She blinked but giggled when he moved making her get up and kissed her fiercely.

"We have a guest I didn't think you would have the time." She said after a moment of trying to catch her breath.

Tywin pulled her up making her gasp and wrap her legs around his waist. "I'll make time."

He growled it and moved pinning her and nipping her. She felt him nearly tear at the dress and cried out arching as he did, taken there and then. Looking down into green eyes gone storm steel with a hint of green fire, she didn't bother to stop him. She knew that look, that passion, it was not something one could quell or tame with words. Instead she said his name and pulled at him Encouraging and surrendering to it, being the wick to the flame.

Cersei walked the halls in her dress of red and gold with silver stitching of bearing the crest of Lannister carrying her book given to her by her mother Farfella. Tracing the cover with a fond smile, soon it would be her name day and she would be old enough to marry. She wanted someone strong that would appreciate her like her father did Farfella. Farfella knew this and had been training her on the things she knew, to be her own power.

Women worked behind the scenes in positions of the power of their husbands. Seeing how the mad king and his court reacted to their arrival to see father she had felt powerful. Confident and above them even though they were royalty. Farfella had swayed so much of that power to become will and law, if she was queen with such power she would rule all that she could possible. Keeping in mind the lessons of her mother, to be fair but swift, to be vengeance in injustice, to be Justice itself with compassion but finality.

Thinking about it she shivered and bit her lip trying to quell the smile that was taking over but couldn't.

"You fought very well for a lady." A voice said softly.

Cersei turned in surprise to find Prince Rhaegar on the sill reading on the last window ledge she had just passed nearly. Bowing he smiled telling her it was alright.

"My mother taught me, just because we are ladies doesn't mean we have to be defenseless, especially when our men are away." She countered.

Rhaegar smiled closing his book.

"Your mother is an extraordinary woman, your father is very lucky; the gods sent him a sword yet shield. My father hates her, but then again he hates everyone, but he does fear her. Should I fear her lady Lannister?" He smiled.

Cersei smiled book in her hands behind her back, eyes on his with a playful tilt to her head.

"Yes, as you should me and my little sister Faelynn. Mother is sharpening our claws." She giggled.

He arched a brow but grinned, violet eyes playful, getting up and offering his arm to her. Cersei traced his sleeve and the designs watching them before moving her arm around his. Looking up to him and meeting his gaze slowly. The look of calm awe he gave made her fight a blush.

Farfella had taught her how to touch like that and the look, she had said the power of a look could stun a man no matter the ice of his heart or rank of his position. She had used it at Market, just a look and sent a man right into a wall in his awed stare he had stumbled into carts angering the shop keeps in just her brief up glance and smile and look away.

The power of that now used sang through her like a bird flying free from the grips of rain into the spring. Gifting the prince that look and smile looking away she felt him tighten his arm and gently move her hair back behind her ear glancing him he smiled but she saw the nervousness in it and they walked. Inside Cersei was dancing in victory.

Thanking the gods for her lessons, discussing things with Prince, from books to politics and she did not back down on that, reflecting Farfella's outspoken stubbornness that left the Prince nearly exasperated. He enjoyed it though letting her go with her attendant. Talyn smirked joining him.

"I see you've met mother's shadow." He grinned.

The prince grinned with a bit of a chuckle, "I have. Is your mother just as outspoken to your father?"

"More. Mother speaks her mind but she knows when to reign in such when the matter calls for delicate approaches. I do not have to worry about her when I leave to be my brother's watch guard. Ewan and Faelynn will learn much from mother and father; I wonder what changes there shall be when we return." He smiled fondly.

Rhaegar watched him and tilted his head. "Can I ask you something?"

He regarded the prince and nodded, "Of course."

"Do I have anything to fear from your family young Lannister?" He asked seriously but softly.

He stared into those violet eyes of the fair Targaryen prince without looking away.

"Only if you betray us, would you betray us Prince?" He asked back arching a brow gently with a serious look of his own.

"No. My father might but I don't think I ever would." He answered seriously.

A moment and look of understanding passed between them. As well as a sort of kinship men and boys shared when they met a friend on equal terms of respect. If Talyn wasn't already a knight for his brother Tywinel he would have asked then and there for him to return with him to Kings' Landing. To be his. They parted ways and he watched him go, his doubts of the Lannister's fading just as sure as he walked away.

Rhaegar was no fool, he knew powers when he saw it, the Lannister's were power, and each house member was their own power. He would not let them become his enemy but if he ever fell in battle he would make sure his little brother and future brother or sister got out of King's landing. For they would be the tide that swept the kingdom clean…without mercy. Farfella and her Cousin's line were known to them for they were once Dragon slayers. Watching the eyes of Talyn and Tywinel he saw death waiting in the wings of patience. Rhaegar shuddered and looked outside for the first time in so long he felt fear. Fear of the future. What would the gods decide and bring to Westeros? What indeed.