A/N: It's finally here, the 'Tywin' chapter. I had rather a fun time getting inside his head, I hope you like it!

unnamed visitor: Steffon is certainly his father's son, but at this point I think it's expected given his title and his youth. Not all men in the GoT universe can be honourable like the Starks haha. Cersei has certainly grown up and realised her past mistakes and has really given her relationship with Robert a proper chance. Luckily for her he was willing to give it a chance as well. Lanette is certainly finding it tough, especially being faced with how Amy is growing closer to Cersei but I think she's handling herself well. I'm glad you liked the scene at the end with Robb and Amy, of course he would never break his vows but the poor thing felt guilty for even being in that situation. Thank you so much again, hope you enjoy the new update.

Boramir: Thank you, the tourney starts in the chapter after this one so you will soon see how it plays out. You are right that this is my happy/family fic but in part four and onwards there will be some more political/outside forces to be taken into consideration. I won't give them away at this point but you are right in saying that at this point there is nothing and no one that could really challenge the crown. Thanks again, and Cersei will be having a word with Steffon somewhere down the line so don't worry about that!

Guest: Amy will be getting pregnant at some point but I won't say when because I don't want to spoil it.

Guest: For me I think Lanette is more concerned about Amy finding out than anything else. She sat down and had a somewhat pleasant afternoon in Cersei's company, I'm not sure I could have done that in her position. I know it's been eighteen years but they have had no contact (besides one letter) and seeing her again must have brought back those memories of seeing her and Jaime together. Steffon will be getting a talking to from his mother at some point before he meets Sansa so hopefully that will give him a kick in the right direction but, as you said, at least he isn't Ramsay (or Joffrey for that matter!)

Right-ho folks, onwards!

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Pairs

Tywin sighed in contentment as he laced his doublet to the top, taking in his appearance in the full length mirror before turning away and picking up the golden lion pin and threading it easily in his lapel. He allowed a smile then, straightening his doublet before he walked to the side table and poured himself a measure of wine. After taking a sip he moved to the window, gazing down over the Rock and seeing the servants and the squires all milling about in the yard, walking to a from the Sept and the great hall, making final preparations. He tapped his fingers lightly against the glass as he surveyed the scene, his eyes flickering to the sun beaming down over everything. When it rose to its highest Tyrion would be married and he hoped the marriage would be a fruitful one. Geanna Sarsfield came from good stock, likely she would bear heirs soon enough, if Tyrion was capable of course. Tywin had to believe he would be, it didn't do to doubt such a thing. He took another sip of wine then, only turning from the window when a knock came at the door. "Come," he called, moving to seat himself behind his desk.

Jaime entered after a moment, his eyebrows raising slightly on seeing him. "Surely you're not working today of all days father," he said with a slight smile as he crossed to the side table and poured himself a glass. "Feel free to help yourself Jaime," Tywin drawled and his son grinned at him the way he used to when he was a boy who would steal sweet cakes from the kitchens. Gods that was a long time ago but Jaime still had some air of innocence about him, youth and mischief. Lanette had kept that alive, Tywin was certain of it. "Is everyone ready?" Tywin asked then as Jaime came to sit in the chair opposite him, lounging almost lazily as he sipped on his wine. "Lana is helping Amy," Jaime told him, "she is looking rather pale this morning."

"Is she ill?" Tywin asked, unable to quite keep the note of slight panic from his voice.

"If you can call drinking too much wine yesterday afternoon ill, then yes," Jaime replied and Tywin took a relieved breath.

"I see," he said, bringing his own glass to his lips to take a second to compose himself properly.

"Have you seen Tyrion this morning?" Jaime asked.

"No," he said simply.

"He's bound to be nervous, he might appreciate some words," Jaime coaxed.

"You are the one who is happily married Jaime, perhaps you ought to go to him," Tywin said.

"Father -," he started.

"No Jaime," Tywin said firmly.

"Very well," Jaime sighed after a long moment and Tywin nodded his head slightly.

"Did Stark get Amy's new jewels in time for the wedding?" he asked abruptly.

"I have no idea," Jaime frowned slightly.

"He ought to have done," Tywin nodded distractedly.

"Are you alright father?" Jaime asked him in concern, leaning forward slightly in his chair.

"You will never know how much she reminds me of your mother," Tywin said.

"Amy?" he asked softly.

"Yes," Tywin nodded, the grip on his wine glass increasing for a moment, "you ought to go Jaime, see Tyrion and make sure everyone is in the Sept on time."

"Father -," he could see the sympathy in Jaime's eyes and he didn't like it one bit.

"Go on," he urged, "go."

Jaime stood then, casting one more worried glance towards him before leaving the room. Tywin didn't move until the door closed behind him, setting his half empty glass down on the desk before moving to open one of the drawers. His fingers found the metal of the chain and he pulled out the simple golden locket, his hands shaking slightly as he moved to open the smooth oval. Her image was there as ever it was, her hair looking just as soft as it had been in reality and her smile almost as dazzling to him. Tywin swallowed hard, staring at her for a long moment and trying not to remember the last time he had seen her and held her cold, stone hand in his own. All he'd wanted to feel was warmth, all he'd wanted was for her to open her eyes and fix that smile on him. He would tell her they had another son then and she would wonder over him and he would wonder over her. She had never opened her eyes, never squeezed his hand back. He'd been left alone with his twins and that tiny little thing that he could never bring himself to forgive. He snapped the locket shut.

Lanette had tried. She had tried her damnedest and he had tried to try for her sake. Because somewhere inside it did feel good when his youngest son was smiling. It felt good that he could make his family happy by making more of an effort. Not just Tyrion but Jaime, Lanette and Amy as well. Their family was expanding now and he hoped he could continue his efforts. Geanna seemed a pleasant enough girl, not as sharp nor commanding as Lanette, but then Tyrion didn't need the same kind of woman as Jaime did. Jaime needed to be put in his place at times and his wife certainly knew how to do that. As for Tyrion … he was a gentler sort, Lanette had seen to that. He sighed, knowing damn well that it ought to have been him. He couldn't though. He still couldn't, even now on his wedding day he couldn't help but hide away in his study and leave Tyrion to Jaime. It would only serve to put them both on edge if he went to him and tried to say something meaningful. It wouldn't work. He didn't have the words, and he very much doubted that he ever would.

He sighed heavily and drained his glass before placing the locket back in the drawer and closing it firmly. After setting the empty glass down he rose up from his desk and left his study without a backwards glance. Down the hallways he went, slowly making his way towards the Sept. His footsteps faltered slightly as he made his way through the wing where Cersei and her family had been housed, hearing voices around the corner. He recognised them after a moment as those of his daughter and her husband. Robert sounded like he was teasing her about being drunk. She retorted in her typical manner and after a few more jibes at one another he heard them laughing together. He smiled slightly, their laughter fading away as he imagined they themselves walked further down the hallways. Matching Cersei with Robert had made sense after the war, how could it not? He hadn't considered her own feelings in the matter, perhaps he ought to have done. Even so, hearing her so happy meant that he could never regret the match, especially when she had birthed a fine son like Steffon. When his time came he would be a fierce ruler, Tywin was sure of it. The strength of the lion and the stag combined, how could he not be?

Tywin continued his journey down the hallways and the steps, the servants still bustling in and out of the keep as he made his way down to the entrance hall. There was still time enough before the wedding and so he made his way out into the courtyard and took the short cut down a narrow alleyway to the small, private garden that overlooked the cliffs. It was a perfect day, still summer here with the sun beating down its searing rays. He breathed in the saltiness of the air as his eyes scanned right out across the Sunset Sea. Footsteps came behind him then but he didn't turn, hearing them come closer and closer to him. "I've missed this place," Cersei said after a moment, coming to stand next to him and rest her hands on the top of the wall. "You've been gone a long time," he commented, turning his head slightly to see that she too was staring out across the sea. "Too long I think," she said regretfully and he wondered what memories tormented his daughter's mind. Perhaps her mother? Cersei had always run and skipped and played. Screaming and laughing her way through every day. Sometimes with Jaime at her side and sometimes with her little companions.

That all changed the day her mother had gone. It had changed for all of them but Tywin had never realised how much he enjoyed her laughter and her playfulness until it stopped. So much stopped that day. Sometimes he wondered if his own heart had ceased to beat. Cersei retreated in on herself then, her companions no longer friends but just people who could fix her hair or her dresses for her. Only Jaime was allowed in, they clung to one another because they had no one else. Tyrion had even less. Cersei had always resented him, perhaps even more so than he had. He glanced at her again then and wondered if she regretted that. She had made an effort to be polite since her arrival, but he had seen no affection in her eyes when she looked at him. They weren't cold as they once were, but they were far from warm. He wondered if that was his fault too, that Cersei might have been able to accept Tyrion if he had. Likely he would never know. He inched his own hand slightly towards hers then and her eyes flickered towards them, surprise evident in the green orbs. She seemed to hesitate for a moment before she lay her hand on his. It was only for a moment but the warmth of her hand comforted him somewhat. "I won't leave it so long again father," she said when she moved it away.

He could only nod, swallowing hard as he kept his eyes fixed on the horizon. "We ought to go to the Sept," he said eventually, "it would do no good for the Queen to be late." She smiled slightly then, turning away from the view as he did and he offered her his arm. "Nor indeed the Lord of the Rock," she said as she slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow. His own lips twitched for a moment as he fell into step with her, her arm only leaving his when they reached the alleyway which was too narrow for them to walk down side by side. He ushered her ahead of him, smiling slightly again as he took in her regal stature. Cersei had been made to be Queen. Perhaps he ought to tell her that, perhaps she would like to hear it. "Seems we are just in time," she commented as they emerged back into the yard in time to see Tyrion crossing it with Jaime; Lanette, Amy and Robb following on behind. "Indeed," he replied, "best you go back to the King's side." Cersei looked at him for a long moment then, an odd look in her eyes before her lips twitched up slightly. "Indeed," she agreed, turning away from him and making her way gracefully to Robert's side and ushering her daughters about her.

Tywin let them all go ahead of him into the Sept, taking a composing breath for himself before he strode in afterwards. Everyone was stood waiting, Tyrion speaking in a low voice to the Septon as a squire lingered behind him with the red cloak in his arms. Tywin moved towards his family, swallowing hard as he took all of them in. Jaime had his hand placed gently on the small of Lanette's back and she was leaning into his side, smiles on both of their faces. Cersei had her hand resting on the back of Robert's arm, both of them beaming down at Karenza as she babbled on about her latest trip to the beach. Her mother hushed her then and she fell silent obediently, Tywin not missing the affectionate glance that his daughter shared with her husband. His eyes slid to Amy, her arm looped with Robb's as she rested her head against his upper arm. She did indeed look pale, her eyes fluttering closed after a moment. Robb turned his own head towards her and kissed the top of her golden head, a small smile gracing her lips at his gesture. Tywin again straightened his doublet and went to stand himself next to Steffon, nodding at his grandson and seeing the young man return the gesture. He would soon be married himself, Tywin wondered whether he would end up as happy as the rest of them appeared to be.

Again his eyes drifted to Amy whose eyes had opened again now, seeing her in hushed conversation with her husband. He didn't know what they were saying to one another but he had now noticed the new necklace clasped around her neck. "New jewels Amella?" he spoke up and she started slightly before a beaming smile spread across her lips. Despite her paleness her smile didn't fail to light up her eyes. "From Robb," she said, pride dripping from those two simple words as her hand came to toy with it. "May I see?" Tywin asked, edging closer to the pair of them. "Of course," she said, the smile still on her face and he pinched it in his fingers to examine it, a smile coming to his own face. The chain was fine and golden and on the end hung a ruby intricately carved into the shape of a direwolf. "Fine work," he complimented, dropping the jewel and smiling at his granddaughter. "Not too Stark I hope my Lord," Robb spoke up at her side and he chuckled lightly. "Not quite, no," he said, patting the young man on the arm firmly before moving back to Steffon again.

He was just in time as murmurings from the gathered crowd told him that the bride had finally made an appearance. Tywin didn't look around, he kept his eyes firmly fixed on Tyrion who looked like he had recently been clubbed about the head. From that he assumed Geanna must look rather appealing. She did indeed look pretty as she was brought to Tyrion on the arm of her father. The Septon cleared his throat as her father moved away and Tyrion and Geanna both turned to face him. "Will you cloak this woman and bring her under your protection?" he asked and Tyrion swiftly agreed, turning to take the red cloak from the squire. As he did that, Geanna turned gracefully on the spot and knelt down so Tyrion could drape the cloak around her shoulders. When it was in place she rose up again, moving her hand to take Tyrion's as his reached up for hers. Their hands were entwined with the ribbon then and the Septon asked them to recite their vows. They did, neither of them wavering as they uttered them in perfect unison. Tywin wondered then if he was witnessing the matching of yet another perfect pair as his eyes swept about his family again.

Geanna was kneeling back down again in the next moment, a smile adorning her face as Tyrion stepped closer to her. Their lips met in a chaste kiss and Tywin distinctly saw her hand tighten around Tyrion's for a moment before she rose back up to her feet. He clapped his hands along with everyone else then, forcing a smile to his face as his son met his eyes on his way out of the Sept with his new bride. Everyone seemed to turn as one to follow the newly married couple out but Tywin stayed where he was, not trusting himself to be in everyone's company yet. No one would miss him at the feast for a while, all eyes would be on Tyrion and Geanna. The Septon looked at him oddly as he too departed the Sept, finally leaving him alone. Just a moment. He just needed a moment. He knelt down at the altar before the seven and looked at them. Never had he been one for prayer or the Gods, even less so since Joanna had been taken. He took a deep breath and just looked at them for a long minute, his eyes closing in irritation when he heard footsteps approaching him.

"He'll notice," Lanette said and he opened his eyes to see that she had knelt down beside him, her eyes fixed intently on him. "I doubt that, not with his wife to occupy him," Tywin returned and she raised her brows slightly at him. "You don't need to say anything, just be there. Sit at the head of the high table and offer him a smile, that's all he needs my Lord," she told him and he huffed irritably. "And last year he only needed to see the world," he said drily and it was her turn to sigh in exasperation. "That was a good thing for him," she told him adamantly. "It turned him to drink," Tywin said dismissively and she narrowed her eyes. "He turned to drink because he was terrified that his betrothed would despise him, I wonder why he might think that?" she asked him pointedly and he looked away from her. Lanette was too good at pushing him, at needling her way under his skin and making him confront things he had no desire to face. He supposed in some way she acted as his conscience, he knew damn well he ignored his own for the most part.

"I know I have not been the best father," he finally admitted, still not able to look at her. "And yet your children still love you, all of them," she said softly, "Tyrion is just desperate for a little crumb of approval. Can you not give him that, just for today?" Again he closed his eyes, wishing what she was saying wasn't true. Wishing that what she was asking of him was easy. "Come to the feast," she coaxed him, "come along with me, we can be late together and he will not suspect a thing. Likely I needed your help choosing the wine for the toast …" she trailed off then and he couldn't help but snort in amusement. "The Gods know how Jaime puts up with you," he shook his head, rising up to his feet and offering her his hand to pull her to her own. "He does as he's told," she told him, amusement shining in her eyes as she straightened up and slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow. "Try a smile my Lord, it makes one look younger," she said lightly and he couldn't help but bark out a laugh as they made their way out of the Sept.

There was already music and laughter spilling out of the great hall as they made their way up the steps. Lanette's hand clasped slightly more firmly around his arm and he was glad of the pressure, and glad of her silence as they made their way inside. Most people were already seated but thankfully no one but Jaime seemed to be paying them any mind as they walked up to the high table. "Is everything alright?" Jaime asked as his wife dropped down next to him. "Fine," she answered brightly, "I wanted your father's opinion on the wine for the toast." Tywin smiled slightly as she delivered her line faultlessly, nodding to the servant who poured a healthy measure into his empty glass. He wondered if Lanette would tell Jaime the truth later when they were alone but something told him that she wouldn't. Over the years she had counselled him on several matters, sometimes whether he liked it or not, and somehow he knew what they discussed in private would stay that way. Tact was something Lanette had in abundance and he couldn't help but be immensely pleased that he had approached Crakehall for a match for Jaime.

He turned his head to see Tyrion sat on his other side, clinking his glass with that of his new wife. Geanna smiled and they both took a sip, her eyes sliding to Tywin's as she lowered it again; a light blush coming to her cheeks. Lanette had been shy around him at first as well, he could only hope Geanna would remain so as he didn't think he could cope with two dominant women about the Rock. The first course arrived then and he looked away from Tyrion and down the other end of the table, seeing Amy almost balk at the food that was set in front of her. Robb he saw move it away at once, a glass of water shoved into her hand in the next moment that she began gingerly sipping on. He took a deep breath then, catching Lanette's eye and seeing her nod slightly in encouragement. He turned back to Tyrion then and hesitantly lay his hand on his shoulder to rouse his attention. His son looked vaguely surprised when he turned his head and Tywin felt a tiny needle of guilt in his stomach. "Tyrion," he swallowed hard, bringing a smile to his face; "I'm glad to see you so happy."

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed Tywin's POV! The tourney is beginning next chapter and I'll be sure to update soon!

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