I thought that we should see what happens in King's Landing. So I took a risk: I wrote a Tywin chapter. Don't be too harsh!

Tywin Lannister sipped at his wine. It was red, like the one of the two colours of his House, and it tasted sour, like his daughter's banishment by the order of his grandson. He just sat in his chamber, doing nothing apart from drinking his wine as if time had stopped. His head was filled with thoughts wandering around his troubled brain like flies around a rotting corpse.

Every member of the small council was respectful towards the king and did not once refer to Cersei Lannister. The king seemed troubled oft times, as if he regretted what he had done. He did not speak those words, but Tywin knew that the boy could not be troubled by anything else. The boy didn't seem to think, so being troubled was very rare.

"Are you thinking of something, Your Grace?" Tywin had asked him once.

The boy had looked at him uncertainly, more troubled than ever. "No", he had said.

Tywin had expected a falsely witty reply like, The king always thinks of something. He had nodded and asked, "Do you, by any chance, want counsel on some matter, Your Grace?"

This time the boy had looked almost enraged. He had seemed to be someone else, as if an unknown twin had replaced him in the blink of an eye. "No", he had snapped.

Tywin Lannister had no idea where his daughter might be. The great master of whispers had no news. No one had sent a raven asking for this and that in exchange for Cersei Lannister. It seemed that she was lost, for now at least.

And she was not the only one. Jaime was missing as well. He had been away for far too long. They had no information concerning his whereabouts whatsoever.

It seemed that the family was falling in pieces. Two of his children were lost somewhere in the vast world. He had a legacy to pass on but no one to pass it on to. Only Tyrion was still there, but he was a lustful, vile dwarf. The Imp. The demon monkey. He had come from Tywin's loins, yet he was a bastard who had killed his own mother in order to live.

Tywin had never been proud of Tyrion, who bore the proud lion of Lannister whereas he did not deserve it, but now it seemed that he had no one to be proud of. The disgusting lie about his son and his daughter had spread everywhere, whispered in every street, valley, mountain and sea of Westeros. And perhaps even people beyond Westeros had heard of it. He wanted to believe that it was naught more than a terrible lie of Stannis Baratheon so that he would take the throne, but he often found himself in moments of doubt.

House Lannister, the greatest and most powerful House, was now disgraced thusly by three siblings who cared not about their family but about their own whims. Tywin had done his best all those years in order to preserve the glory and grandeur of the House, but he could not do it anymore. He knew that he would not be there forever, fixing the problems caused by his children. He would keep doing his best until his last breath escaped from his cracked lips, but after that…He almost shuddered at the thought of what House Lannister would become.

And that, unfortunately, was not all.

A few hours after, Olenna Tyrell wished to speak with him. The Queen of Thorns she was, although no one dared call her that if she was around. But then again, no one called Jaime Lannister "Kingslayer" in his face unless they had grown tired of the place their head was, but still he was branded with this name forever.

"What may I do for you, Lady Olenna?" Tywin asked politely but coldly.

"I am here to discuss the royal wedding with you" she replied.

"Of course. Tell me."

"I don't see it happening."

Tywin stared at her, keeping his face an unreadable mask of no emotion. "And why would that be?" he asked, a little more coldly than before.

The Queen of Thorns waved her hand as if she was trying to get rid of a fly. She then sighed. "Your daughter", said she, "has been banished by the king, her own son. It seems to me that queens fall easily here, so who's to say the same thing won't happen to Margaery?"

Tywin had already expected that Cersei's banishment would trouble the Tyrell family. Therefore, he was not surprised by Lady Olenna's words. "Have you found another husband for Lady Margaery then?" he asked. "Someone better than the king?"

"Renly was a king too", she reminded him. "Margaery's marriage to him offered nothing to her."

"Renly was a king", said he. "Joffrey is the king. Margaery will be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. So, it seems to me that her marriage to Joffrey does have something to offer her."

A small, polite smile crept on Lady Olenna's wrinkled face. "You are right", she said. "So I shall return to what I said before. If Cersei Lannister, queen for so many years, had been sent in exile like that, who can guarantee that your grandson will not do the same to my granddaughter?"

He studied her. The woman was old, but her brain had most definitely not slowed due to age. She was fun to talk to, he had to admit. Conversations with her always had you on edge, made you think and rack your brain in order to contradict her and prove that you were smarter than her. Furthermore, she had interesting opinions on all matters and her own, more interesting and unique way to express them.

"The king seems to be fascinated by your granddaughter", Tywin said. "I highly doubt that he will be able to part from her. However, I understand your fears. You have no reason to feel like that. King Joffrey had a moment of weakness, which he regrets deeply. He shall not make any choices so grave without hearing what the small council has to say."

Of course he could not guarantee that the boy would not have another fit in the future. But he could guarantee that he would prevent the boy from making any rash decisions that would cost to the realm one way or another. If the boy childishly threatened to have him executed, as the Hand of the King he would advise him against it. He no longer cared whether the king would be humiliated; he had to learn to show some discipline.

Lady Olenna smiled; it was a cryptic smile as well as a pleasant one. "I am glad to know that our dear Margaery has impressed the king thusly", she said. "I am also glad to know that the small council will do what it is supposed to do." She paused just to see Tywin's reaction, but he did nothing but nod. "Margaery will become Joffrey's loving wife."

"Good", was all that Lord Tywin said.

"Besides", Lady Olenna carried on, the smile carved on her wrinkled face, "if anything happens to Margaery, the Tyrells will leave. And with us will come all our men and provisions."

Tywin looked at her; she was obviously enjoying this. If the Tyrells left with all the aid they had offered to the king, House Lannister would stand alone. Stannis Baratheon would have taken the throne for himself if the Lannisters and the Tyrells had not forged an alliance. Even though House Lannister was the most powerful House in all of the Seven Kingdoms, they needed the Tyrells. It was ironic, was it not? The lion needed the rose.

"Well", Olenna Tyrell said, "now that this is settled, I think it's time for me to take my leave. Unless you have something to discuss with me."

"No", Tywin Lannister said coldly and stood up.

"Oh, don't", she said, waving her hand. "I can find my own way out."

Tywin Lannister met with Varys after. He was the master of whispers after all; he was supposed to know everything, to have spies everywhere. And yet, Varys had delivered no information, no "whispers" about the Lannister twins.

"How are you, my lord?" the eunuch asked.

"Fine", Tywin replied coldly. He had not wished to see the eunuch for idle talk of no meaning at all. He wanted to know about his son and his daughter. The former captured long ago and now gone, the latter sent in exile by her own son. This was what had happened to House Lannister.

"I suppose that is not what you wish to talk about", Varys said with his friendly tone and his innocent-looking face.

"No."

"I am afraid, my lord, that my little birds know nothing concerning your children. They have sung no songs to me about two lions; neither about the one, nor about the other."

"So you are telling me that you have failed to do the one thing that you do."

Varys looked offended, with a childish grace. "My lord, I apologise, but your children are hard to find", he said. "But do not lose hope. Your son is a gallant knight, a warrior; he will survive. And your daughter is very clever."

I hoped that my son would be a gallant knight. Now everyone hates him because he killed a king that he had sworn to defend and most likely beds his own sister, Tywin thought. And if my daughter was clever, she would be able to control that boy of hers.

"If you learn anything from your spies, you will come straight to me and tell me."

"Of course, my lord. Do not worry about this."

I do not worry, you fool. He merely nodded. For now, at least, his children had to take their fate into their own hands.

So, I have to say that this chapter was the hardest thing I've ever had to write. I love writing Jaime, it comes very easily to me. Writing Cersei is not as easy as writing Jaime, but I still like it very much. But Tywin is NOT easy. And if you throw a Tywin/Olenna scene in the chapter, you only make things worse. I hope you won't hate me for this chapter.

More Jaime/Cersei action in the next chapter. I promise. I can't not write about my OTP for too long.

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