Alica knew that Casterly Rock was not where she was going, they went too far north for that. Alica worried more and more each day about where she was going, how Sansa and Arya were, how Cersei might have reacted to this. Alica didn't sleep much, she had nightmares when she slept, they were so vivid it was as if she was reliving those few days of hell Cersei put her through.
Alica heard shouting in the distance. She looked out the carriage window to see a Lannister camp. She knew Tywin was looking for Tyrion, but she had no idea he was that serious about his son's life. Alica didn't smile, even though she was so close to her husband, she was so distant from herself, she spent the trip slipping in and out of reality.
Alica after a week and a half of riding, was ready to see Tywin. She had made guesswork that he knew what was going on, the Lannister spy and Lord Baelish wouldn't dare keep such a thing from him. Alica would wait for him to tell her what he knew, she was too frightened to tell him herself.
Alica was escorted through the camp, only a few people recognized her in such a tired state. Alica's heart started beating quickly, she didn't want to face Tywin with this, she feared he would be angry with her. Alica tried calming herself, but nothing worked for her. Alica's breaths were shallow and rapid, and she was on the verge of tears, half out of fear, half out of tiredness.
When she reached Lord Tywin's tent, she reminded herself that she wasn't a coward, and there was no running away. She walked in, mustering whatever pride was left in her so she could face her husband.
Tywin saw his wife and he knew right away that the sources that came to him about Cersei's heinous behaviors with his wife were true. He stood there, just looking at Alica's face. She looked weak, she looked broken. He approached her, putting his arms around her, almost taking offense when she didn't return it.
"Tywin, I'm tired." Alica muttered before bursting into tears.
"I know what happened between my daughter and you. Fear not, there will be justice for you." Tywin said. He unwrapped his arms and his hands on her shoulders. "She will not get away with this. I have been recently appointed as Hand of the King after Robert Baratheon's and Eddard Stark's death, and she will not evade her punishment. Justice will not be swift, but it will come."
"I want her grace to suffer." Alica sobbed. "But she'll get away with this and you know it."
"My position as her father and hand of the king will forever dominate her position as queen regent." Tywin explained. "I will not react in haste, but as this war goes on, new opportunities to discipline Cersei will come up. In the meantime, I must ask you to be patient."
"Patient?" Alica asked. "She was going to kill our child if I told anyone." Alica snapped. "I want her dead, Tywin!" Alica shrieked. "She is not a Lannister anymore, she's a Baratheon who likes to play at being a Lannister. I am, your child that grows inside of me, we are Lannisters! Cersei may have been queen, but I bear what Grand Maester Pycelle believes to be our first boy, your heir!" Alica started sobbing more and fell to her knees.
"Come." Tywin said, offering his hand. Alica took it reluctantly. Tywin helped her up and lead her to a secluded part of his tent where there was a large basin she could bathe in. It was filled up with water, Alica felt the water, and it was warm. "I was about to bathe before you arrived, but you need it more than I do." Tywin said. He watched Alica strip and climb into the bathtub. The water was warmer than she had originally thought, and its heat made the flesh on her cunt burn. Alica hissed in pain, but she ignored it and immersed herself in the water. She saw Tywin dip a small cloth in the water and he started cleaning Alica's body. Alica was silent as he washed her, reminding herself that she was safe with Tywin and that Cersei was never going to hurt her again. She felt Tywin's free hand on her belly.
"He's healthy." Alica told Tywin. "What shall we name him?" Alica asked.
"Don't count on a maester's word that it will be a boy." Tywin reminded her. "But if the grand maester is right, he'll be named Tyros." Tywin told her. "If it's a girl, what will you name her?" Tywin asked.
"Tyora." Alica said. "After your father and my mother."
Tywin didn't say anything else and kept bathing his wife. When he reached her cunt, he had her spread her legs and he developed a furious look in his eye when seeing the tears Cersei left behind. He had seen worse that healed, but the circumstances of which Alica got them woke the lion's fury. Alica grimaced as he washed between her legs, it still hurt, and it only served to take her back to those memories.
Once Tywin finished cleaning off his wife, he helped her out of the bath and lead her to his bed. He covered his nude wife up with blankets before he laid down to join her. Alica snuggled up against her husband, she finally remembered how much she had missed him, how much she had yearned for him. She tried focusing on that, but her still stinging cunt rendered her incapable of thinking of anything else except for Cersei.
"Lord Tywin, a raven was sent to you!" Said a squire outside Tywin's tent. Tywin stood up and walked to where the boy stood, taking the parchment from him and sending him off. Alica propped herself up in the bed to see better what was going on. As she watched Tywin read, she grew curious enough to stand up and walk to him, putting her hand on his upper arm and her free arm around his waist. She read over him, shocked to read what she did.
"They have my son." Tywin said before storming out of the tent. Alica knew he wouldn't come back for a while, so, she decided to go back to bed, nesting into the covers and not taking long to doze off.
She didn't dream that night, and she slept well into the morning before Tywin woke her up.
"We're regrouping at Harrenhal." Tywin told her, putting what looked like the clothes of smallfolk on her bed. Alica got out of bed, feeling the most rested she had in the last few weeks, she dressed herself and didn't bother to do her wildly curly hair before following Tywin out of their tent. "My daughter has placed a high bounty on your head. She claims that you were a supporter of Eddard Stark and that you've committed adultery." Tywin said. He lead her to another tent, where there were two women waiting for them. "She's ready for you." Tywin told them. They curtseyed before taking Alica and sitting her down.
They had a bucket full of what looked like golden water. They wrapped a large sheet around Alica and bent her backwards until her hair was immersed in the liquid. They left her like that for almost half an hour before pulling her back up. They dried her hair and gave Alica a mirror. Alica gasped when she saw her hair. It wasn't black anymore, but golden blonde.
"We'll have to repeat this process every five days while you are in disguise, my lady." One of the women told her.
Alica didn't say a word, but got up and left. Tywin was waiting for her outside of the tent, escorting her to her carriage. Alica wrapped her arms around her husband and kissed him on the lips before getting into her carriage to start yet another journey.