Testing the Hawk
Tywin found Farfella viewing a map on the table of certain clans and putting out new carved markers, new possible allies for their children. She was in her black dress with the red and gold etching. Not one she often wore, and she was often not alone without a maid or some kind of Attendant. Frowning more so Tywin felt that something was off, he tensed seeing Farfella pull twin short swords tracing the map moving markers. Then the man moved and she moved countering him, sparks went before she disarmed him and kicked him at the knee as hard as possible. It gave with a sickening pop and the man cried out.
Even more so when he fell to his knees landing on it. Farfella held no remorse as she moved behind him. Suddenly bracing his head to her body by holding his forehead. Without hesitation she pulled her short sword across the man's throat, opening it like a dam blood poured and he struggled but she kept him there, letting him struggle feebly and closed her eyes listening to his gurgling protest. Opening her eyes that held a dark glimmer of fire like their son Tywinel.
Letting the body drop when he sluggishly started to still, Farfella looked down at the body and arched a brow, guards came in from the commotion when they had crossed blades only to see her kill the man like Tywin. She tossed something to a knight he caught it and found it to be a carved marker of a dragon, one standing for the Targaryens. Looking to her, she looked from him to the dead man.
"Send it with the body to the Capital, it's not a gift I want to keep, the King can have it back." She mused.
The knights nodded and moved getting the body, servants moving to wash the stone of blood. Sounds came from the courtyard. Tywin leaned to find his two son's killing two men as well, two more assassins. Their plot had been discovered and his ire grew. She joined him though looking out the window.
"They were discovered this morning, it seems the dragon showed his claws too early and it got him bitten." She mused.
"It is time to move our forces into position. Robert Baratheon has already gathered his forces, and recruited Eddard Stark. When the fighting happens we need to be in position to sack the city and sweep up the last true oppositions of power. The mad king decided to test the Hawk; I think he forgot hawks kill on swift wings." She smirked.
Tywin frowned at her comment, "You make it sound like Talyn succeeded and gaining the favor of the Rhyldin."
A sound caught his attention. A screech. Looking to the horizon he saw the banner of the Dire Hawk, with riders. Rising from the bend was indeed a dire hawk; it flew over the leading rider. One with Red and Black armor. Quentessa Rhyldin, lady of house Rhyldin, another rider bore the flag sigil of the Lannister, the messenger. Talyn waited to greet them and when she arrived he grabbed the reigns speaking to her. Eyes on each other.
"You are not the only one who paid attention to lectures of family and securing legacy. Our son will make his own, rather Tywinel or you approve or not, the Hawk has been tested; now the lions will roar." She looked to Tywin he watched her back but hmm'd and moved down to greet their guest.
Farfella watched still not joining him. Staying in the shadows, she wasn't kidding when she meant she had been tested, but the king had shown his hand and she was going to make him pay for it. Eddard's sister had been taken by Rhaegar, Robert Baratheon wanted her. Fine. She let her spies slip the rebels information. She had waited and now she would manipulate the pawns, and motivate her husband to do what she had been secretly plotting. The sack of King's Landing and a bid for the Throne. The Question became did she let the Baratheon brat survive and become king with a Lannister to rule by his side or did she make sure to snuff out and put a Lannister on to begin with.
She had gotten information from her spies in King's landing who had confided in Jamie. He was close to breaking his oath in ties to the king. A king who mocked the Lannister's and anyone else in front of him, regardless of common courtesy or decency. When the fighting began she knew the King would snap. Holding out a missive to a servant to take to get a Raven to King's landing to her spy. It was time to for the final push, to push Jamie into killing the Mad King.
Farfella traced her middle and still growing child to smirk, no one saw the smile she gave and the darkness in her eyes. All her plans from day one were now ready, and the Hawk would strike by the Lion's Claws…
