(This is kinda a flashback, everyone, to make you understand the previous chapter.)
No sooner had they crossed the Lion's Mouth, a page came running over to Tywin. 'My Lord!' he exclaimed, a panicked look on his face. Joanna, alarmed, asked, 'What is it?' The boy panted 'Lord Tytos, he-' Tywin heard this exchange. 'Make haste for Casterly Rock.' he commanded.
Upon reaching Casterly Rock, they found Lord Tytos collapsed on the stairway to his mistress's chamber, Maester Frenken kneeling over him. Tywin rushed over to his father. 'Father!' he exclaimed. Maester Frenken, looking careworn, shook his head. 'Lord Tytos has left this world, My Lord.' he pronounced. Tywin bowed his head, an expression of abject despair on his face. Joanna touched his hand reassuringly.
Coming to his senses, he asked 'How did this happen?' Kevan, who was standing behind the Maester, unnoticed, informed: 'Father was going to visit his mistress, when I suddenly heard a choked shout. "Kevan!" he had shouted. By the time I got here, Father had already collapsed. So, I rushed and called for the Maester here.' 'Yes, Ser Kevan,' interrupted the Maester, 'But, he died before I could get here, from a burst heart.' Anguish passed through Tywin's features for the fraction of a second, before he gritted his teeth and growled 'Where is Besha?' (Besha is Tytos's mistress.) 'In her chambers, My Lord.' quivered Frenken.
Tywin stormed into Besha's chambers like an angry tempest. Besha, who was reclining on the bed, eyes closed, smiled at the sound, thinking it was Tytos. 'Tytos' she purred, rising from the sheets. At the sight of Tywin, she stopped short. 'What can I do for you, Young Lion?' she asked seductively. Tywin, face black like thunder, demanded, 'Those are my mother's jewels you are wearing. Take them off.' Besha, affronted, responded, 'Your father gave them to me, boy.' 'They belong to the Lady of Casterly Rock. Father might have treated you like a lady, but I know you are not.'
Saying that, he hauled Besha bodily down the stairs. 'You are hereby not allowed to set foot in Lannisport, save for one last time. You will confess your sins to each man here in the city on a Walk of Shame.' Besha's eyes widened. 'You cannot do this!' she protested. 'I can and I will.' he stated.
By that time, they had reached the bottom of the stairs. Besha stared at Tytos's body, shocked. Unfazed, Tywin declared, 'Kevan, lie Father in the Sept for the seven days of mourning.' Kevan obliged. Tywin called for the guards. They arrived, saluting. He handed Besha to them. 'Present her to Septa Rylena. Tell her to keep Besha isolated in a confined cell till she has confessed her sins. Once she has confessed, tell her to inform me.' he commanded them
In King's Landing, the court was in flurry, getting ready for the move to Casterly Rock. Rhaegar loved every moment of it. Yet, there was an undercurrent of something, some emotion Rhaegar couldn't fathom. Deep in thought, he wandered the Red Keep, silent as a ghost. Ser Barristan trailed behind the boy, unnoticed, so lost in thought was Rhaegar. Suddenly, he started running towards the courtyard. Barristan Selmy followed. Reaching the courtyard, the little prince stared at the billowing tents, lost in wonder. He turned to a servant. 'Can I touch them, my lady?' he asked innocently. The servant girl turned, about to laugh at him for having thought her a lady, but then saw who he was and blushed. 'Of course, My Prince.' she replied demurely, eyes cast down. Barristan was astounded. The Prince was so shy, well-mannered even with servants, and this was the son His Grace was ashamed of.
Rhaegar was excitedly playing with the rich fabric, when he suddenly stopped. 'Ser Barristan!' he exclaimed. 'Yes, My Prince.' he moved towards the boy. 'Were you standing there for a long time?' he awkwardly asked. The knight shook his head. 'No.' 'Can you do me a favor, Ser?' 'Of course.' Suddenly shy, the boy looked down. 'Mother said that Lord Lannister has two babies.' he stopped. Flustered, he rushed over the question. 'Can you teach me how to behave with them?' Shocked, Barristan laughed. 'I am sure your mother would teach that to you, My Prince, but if she does not, I will gladly help you.'
'Rhaegar!' Rhaegar heard his mother calling him. 'Thank you, Ser' he smiled sheepishly. Mother was in the courtyard now. Ser Barristan was struggling not to laugh. Rhaella saw them then. 'Get ready, dear.' she hurried the boy. His eyes sparkled. 'Are we going now, mother?' he asked happily. She nodded, smiling. 'Yes, little hero. We are leaving soon.' Rhaegar grinned, and ran off. Soon, he returned, almost bursting with excitement, clad in a doublet of red and black, with a crimson jerkin. 'Mother,' he bubbled, 'Can I ride a horse?' 'No, you may not.' responded Aerys, who had arrived there by then. Looking crestfallen, he quietened and followed his parents, getting into the carriage.
Rhaegar leaned his head out to look at the streets of King's Landing as the carriage started. He gasped. The streets were strewn with flowers, and smallfolk crowded the waysides cheering 'King Aerys! Long live His Grace!' People reached out to touch Rhaegar. Some even cheered him. Rhaegar beamed. He loved it. He made up his mind to mingle more with the smallfolk. They'll love it, and so will he. But will father allow it?
Tywin's guards had just dragged Besha off, when Maester Frenken entered. 'My Lord.' he announced his presence. Joanna had fainted when she saw what he had done to Besha. He had summoned the Maester to revive her. He was in a frenzy. 'Joanna!' he called, again and again. 'Joanna!' 'Lady Joanna will be well, My Lord.' assured the Maester. 'She is merely in shock.'
Joanna opened her eyes. 'Oh, Thank the Seven!' exclaimed Tywin, relieved. 'Joanna, are you alright?' She nodded, and stood. 'Tywin I am fine.' she replied. 'I am not saying that what you did was incorrect, I was merely shocked.' she assured him.
'My Lord.' Frenken hesitantly addressed him. 'There is a raven from King's Landing.' He handed the letter to Tywin, who looked at seal. The Targaryen seal. 'A letter from the King.' he announced. He broke the seal and read the letter. 'The King and his court will be arriving here in a fortnight's time.' he addressed everyone. Joanna looked worried. 'Why?' she asked, nervous. 'To commiserate with us for my father's death.' he tried to convince her, who was feeling dread.
