Tywin and Cersei were in the tower of the hand, Tywin would discuss with Cersei what she had done to his wife. He glared at her from across the desk, his eyes even more frightening after battle. Cersei could see it in his eyes that he knew, he knew exactly what she had done.
"You assaulted my wife and you threaten to kill my unborn son." Tywin said to Cersei. "Explain yourself." Tywin demanded.
"I was the one assaulted by her. She believed Ned Stark's lies and slander against my children and I. She used me father." Cersei lied.
"Then how come my wife had wounds?" Tywin asked.
"I tried to defend myself." Cersei said.
"You can lie, you can pretend that I believe you, but there is one thing I will make certain for you. If you hurt my wife or child, you will not like the consequences." Tywin snarled. "You will not speak to them, you will not look at them, and if I hear word of any disobedience from you, I will inflict those consequences upon you."
"You value that little whore too much." Cersei said. "It's almost like you've forgotten your real wife."
"Go." Tywin ordered. "Now." Tywin raised his voice after a few moment's of Cersei simply sitting there. She got up and left, opening the door to reveal Alica.
Alica's blood went cold. She had just arrived at the Red Keep and already she had Cersei haunting her. She looked down and walked past Cersei. Cersei watched Alica's submissiveness around her, she would have others do her bidding with Alica, she just didn't know who. She stood next to Tywin, her head remaining bowed.
"How is the little slut?" Cersei asked. "Carrying well, I see. The gods are not just for having a little northern harlot bear the heir of Casterly Rock."
"I told you to go." Tywin snarled.
"Just remember, father, a day will come where your precious whore and her child will no longer be under your protection." Cersei's cryptic words sent chills down Alica's spine. Cersei left, slamming the door behind her.
"Are you alright?" Tywin asked his wife.
"Yes." Alica said. "I won't have to tolerate that awful woman for much longer."
"She will not hurt you again, she will speak of it, but she is not so foolish as to defy me any longer." Tywin said. "I'm going to marry her to someone. I don't know who, but I will make sure that she is far away from any true position of power."
"She'll hate you for it." Alica said with a smile. "And so begins our revenge."
"Indeed." Tywin agreed. "Come, I owe a night in bed with you." Tywin offered his hand to Alica, she took it, and he lead her to his chambers where he had once rested many years ago. "You'll learn what it's like to fuck a man after he's been through the heat of battle." Tywin told her. "It's an experience like no other." Alica blushed. She undid the many fastenings of Tywin's armor and clothing, leaving him naked before her. She worked on her own clothes, pulling her gown over her head and casted it and her shoes aside. Alica undid the braid in her hair and laid down on the bed, on her back, spreading her legs.
Tywin quickly started fucking her. He was right, there was no matched experience to a man fucking his woman after fighting a battle. He was brutal, pulling her hair, slamming his hips against hers, his teeth barred and his eyes furiously lusting. He scratched, bit, and sucked his wife's flesh as he frantically fucked her. He wanted nothing more than his release, he cared not for his wife's pleasure, and by the look of his wife, she was too mesmerized to complain.
"Don't hold back." Alica whispered to Tywin after wrapping her legs around his waist. "Tonight is about your pleasure, my brave husband, my protector, my king." Alica triggered his release at those words, the lion's roars were more ferocious that night than any other night they spent together. "Seven hells, that was majestic." Alica told Tywin as he laid down next to her. Her lips ghosted his ear before whispering. "I wonder how much more so it will be when you claim the throne."
"I promise I won't disappoint." Tywin said.
"I'll have to pray to the gods that I'll walk right in the morning." Alica said with a laugh.
"I don't think anyone will be surprised if you don't. My guess is that all the whores and wives in King's Landing will be walking bow-legged tomorrow."
"Then I'll pray to the gods that we wives and whores will have a mutual understanding." Alica said. "And I hope that after your formal appointment as hand of the king and your first small council meeting, you'll fuck me until I can't walk. Just think of it, your wife trapped in bed, ready for your use when you please." Alica laughed, almost evilly, she felt like the one in control now.
She knew that while Tywin was a great man, he was still a man, and men thought with their cocks. If she could entertain his cock, she could entertain ideas into his mind. While she enjoyed her submission to him, she was now fully aware of the true power her cunt held. She could rule the whole of Westeros and all she'd have to do was keep Tywin wanting and in the future begging what lay between her legs.
They didn't sleep that night, there was just fucking and more fucking until they saw the sun begin to rise. Both were shocked, having no idea where the time went. Alica had to hold on to her husband while getting out of bed so she could spend some time getting used to walking. Alica after fifteen minutes was able to walk on her own, her pregnant belly didn't help her stability. She now knew the full power of her husband's cock, and if she were to rule the seven kingdoms, she needed to entice him so he fucked her like that every night.
Lady Alica Lannister was beginning plots and agendas of her own and one of them had to do with the Stark girls.