Alica was warned by Tywin before they got to Harrenhal that it was an awful sight for a woman's eyes. Alica understood, she had heard tales of what they did there. She would stay strong for her husband, for her child, for the realm that she would become queen of.
Alica was given a horse to ride, her carriage was too large and delicate to navigate through the rough terrain of Harrenhal. She was a good rider, to Tywin's surprise, and had complete control of her horse. She rode beside her husband, the both of them focused on their destination. It excited Alica to the point she smiled, despite the smell of death and the screams of terror, she felt renewed, the idea of her ruling the seven kingdoms beside her husband after casting Cersei down made her completely content with the world.
When they had reached their destination, Alica watched as people knelt before her husband. She was assisted off her horse by a Lannister guard, who took her horse and lead it away.
"What's this?" Her husband asked a man Alica knew, Ser Gregor Clegane.
"We weren't expecting you until tomorrow, Lord Tywin." Ser Gregor said as Tywin dismounted from his horse.
"Ha! Evidently not." Tywin looked at the prisoners before him. "Why are these prisoner not in their cells?" He asked.
"Cells are overflowing, my lord." Ser Gregor told Tywin.
"This lot won't be here long. Don't need no permanent place. After we interrogate them, we usually just." A Lannister guard said, gesturing to the piked heads.
Alica watched her husband correct the idiots who ran Harrenhal, it made her smile. She looked at the prisoners to see a very familiar face in unfamiliar clothes. It took Alica a few moments to realize that the one she recognized was Arya Stark. Alica looked her in the eyes, Arya looked back in fear. Alica looked away before it got too obvious. She knew that if found, Arya would be killed by Cersei, so she kept her mouth shut.
"Kneel, or I'll carve your lungs out, boy." A guard said, pointing his sword at Arya. Tywin strode over to the guard.
"You'll do no such thing. This one's a girl, you idiot, dressed as a boy. Why?" Tywin asked Arya.
"Safer to travel, my lord." Arya replied. Tywin looked impressed.
"Smart, more than I can say for this lot." Tywin told Arya. "Get these prisoners to work." Tywin ordered. "Bring the girl, I need a new cupbearer. Clegane, I leave my wife in your charge, escort her to our chambers."
Ser Gregor nodded and walked to Alica, he gave her a curious look. He had seen her many times before, but she had changed, it was a good change, but he couldn't help but wonder what made her so happy looking after Cersei's treatment of her. He made off for what would be Lord and Lady Lannister's chamber, Alica following close behind.
Upon their arrival, Alica looked around the barren chamber, there was only a bed, a wardrobe, a hearth, and a few candles. It was the warmest room in Harrenhal, yet it was still freezing cold. Alica's handmaidens came in moments later with her clothes.
"Leave us, Ser Gregor." Alica ordered. Clegane left, closing the door behind him and stood guard outside. Alica shivered, her satin gown served no purpose in keeping her warm. "I need a new gown, a warm one." Alica told her handmaidens. They presented her with two gowns. One dark green velvet with white mink trim on the neckline, sleeves, and hem of her skirt, and the other ivory brocade with gold embroidery, lined with white mink on the inside. Alica chose the green gown, saving the other for special occasions.
After she was dressed, Alica left her chambers, Ser Gregor following her. She went past the prisoners, who knelt for her. She looked at one of the Lannister guard with disappointment.
"Why are these prisoners not at work like my husband commanded?" Alica asked.
"The skilled laborers are, my lady." The guard told his lord's wife.
"Look around you. Harrenhal is filthy! It doesn't take someone of skill to clean up. Rather like how it seems it takes no skill to become part of my husband's guard." Alica snapped. The guard froze, looking at her like she was a demon. "Do as you're bid." Alica ordered before walking away.
"Oi, Lady Lannister!" A prisoner tried to get her attention. Alica ignored him. "Do you offer up your cunt to every Lannister you meet?" He shouted, laughing afterwards. Alica veered and glared sharply at the man.
The guards were about to draw their swords before Alica put her hand up, signalling them to stop. She walked closer to the prisoner, looking down at him in disgust.
"Release this man." Alica ordered. The guards, while confused, obeyed, bringing the prisoner to her. She looked the man in the eye for a few moments. "You have a death wish."
"Aye." The man admitted. "I do."
"You won't get your wish today." Alica told him. "You will, however, will be presented with the cause of your death." Alica paused. "Bring me a dagger." She commanded. When she was presented with one, she grabbed the prisoner by the throat and backed him against one of the wooden beams. She took his hand and straightened his arm so it touched another beam. Alica took the dagger and stabbed the hand, the dagger going through the hand and the wood. "Bring me another one!" Alica shouted so the guards could hear her over the man's screams. She was given another dagger and did the same to the other man's hand. She left, her work was done with this prisoner, her inner Tiran shined through in that moment.
"Should we not kill him, my lady?" Ser Gregor asked.
"No, let him scream, whether in pain or to slander my name. Let the people know that a woman forged in brutality and wed to pride is not going to be tread on." Alica replied.