A/N: Hello there people! New chapter for you all, hope you enjoy it!

unnamed visitor: Thank you so much, glad you enjoyed it. There will be a little bit of Tywin/Jon interaction along the way, but it won't be a major part of the story. I understand why Tywin/Arya is one of your favourite parts of the show, but in this fic he has other people to bring out his human side so I can't see him having any interaction with her - at least not for a long time, given he has no reason to go to Winterfell and she has no reason to go to the Capitol.

Guest: Thank you!

Anon: Sorry...can't promise I've stopped either haha...

Guest: Thank you very much!

Boramir: Thank you! Tyrion and Geanna don't strike me as vengeful or spiteful folk so it made sense to me to make that part at least, drama free. Yup, that is exactly why Tywin downplayed the dragon trouble...he trusts but a few round that table. Yeah, Renly is a problem, and should it come down to it I think they would probably starve him out - especially if he has no allies. Amy has plans, but they may take a little while to take form.

Guest: Thank you very much! I appreciate the suggestion, it is something I had considered, giving Tyrion something of his own. I think Tywin will take a while to come to such a conclusion, but he has grudgingly admitted that Tyrion has done well managing the Rock in Jaime's absence...so watch this space!

Right-ho folks, onwards!

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Suspicion

Amy had just deposited Aedan with his nurse and was on her way to Sansa's chambers, thinking that she would like to spend some quality time with her good-sister whilst also keeping an eye on Margaery Tyrell. She wandered easily down the hallways, inclining her head and smiling serenely to those guards who seemed able to look at her as she passed. Most kept their heads bowed but she paid no mind to them, her thoughts fully concentrated on how exactly she was going to find out what Margaery was up to. They had been at the Capitol a week so far, and so far Amy had not been able to stretch out a hand of friendship. Perhaps it would be easier if Sansa was there too. Somehow Amy doubted it, but it would do no harm to try. When she reached the door to the queen's chambers she paused and took a breath, painting on her perfect smile before she raised her hand to knock.

Before she could though she heard a slight crash from inside followed by a curse. It struck her then that there were no members of the Kingsguard stood outside the door. That likely meant that Sansa wasn't within her chambers. Someone was though, and Amy had a sneaking suspicion that she knew exactly who it was. Slowly and silently she turned the handle of the door and pushed it open just enough so she could peer into the room. A slight smirk graced her lips when she caught sight of Margaery rifling through one of the drawers of the desk in the corner. Quietly she slipped in through the gap in the door, standing still and merely watching the woman go through drawer after drawer. Eventually Amy decided that she had had enough, her hand going to the door and slamming it closed behind her.

Margaery jumped at the noise, snapping closed the drawer she had been rummaging through and turning to face Amy. Her expression was that of guilt but it quickly smoothed away, replaced with that of indifference, almost as though she was daring her to question what she was doing. Margaery was deluded indeed if she imagined that Amy would just meekly bow her head and accept whatever feeble excuse the woman had for rifling through Sansa's private things. "What are you doing?" Amy asked her, and Margaery tossed her hair back over her shoulders and drew herself up to her full height. She wasn't the tallest woman but she had a few inches on Amy, not that Amy was at all intimidated by her. "I might ask you the same question, entering the queen's chambers without invitation," Margaery returned with a perfectly arched brow.

"The queen happens to be my good-sister. I was concerned as to why I could hear someone in her chambers when she is quite clearly absent," Amy said, keeping her tone light as her eyes bored into Margaery's, waiting for any flicker in the golden orbs. "The queen asked me to remain behind," Margaery said, "she is having luncheon with the King and she wanted me to find a necklace she seems to have misplaced. It means a great deal to her, she bid me search everywhere." Amy somehow repressed a snort at that. It was a ridiculous excuse but she decided to play along. Perhaps if she convinced Margaery that she was witless then she may have a chance of befriending her. Just maybe… "What does it look like?" Amy asked her, "I would be happy to help you look for it."

"I would hate to inconvenience you," Margaery said at once, a smile on her lips that Amy could tell was forced. "There is no inconvenience, I would hate for the queen to be upset, especially given her condition," Amy said lightly, keeping a relaxed smile on her own face. "I really could not ask you to do that my lady," Margaery persisted, "it is my duty, I would hate to be considered so inadequate that I had to ask yourself for help." Oh she was good. Very good. Amy could only smile sweetly while inside she was screaming. Part of her was seriously considering diving on Margaery and scratching her gloating little eyes out. "Very well," Amy said, "if you're quite certain."

"Of course my lady, as I said, I would hate to inconvenience you nor burden you with such a menial task," Margaery was practically simpering now and Amy had to struggle to keep her eyes from narrowing. "I wish you luck in finding it," Amy said just as sickeningly sweetly, "and would you be ever so kind as to tell the queen I dropped by?" Margaery fixed her with a look for a moment and Amy knew then that the woman didn't buy her nice girl act. "Of course, my lady," Margaery finally said and Amy threw another smile her way before turning to leave. Fine. Margaery would not be able to be befriended by her. That left her with the second of her options, all she had to do was find the right person for the job. She would get to the bottom of what Margaery was up to one way or another, especially now she had caught her rifling through Sansa's possessions.

She briefly wondered if she ought to tell Sansa what she had seen. Really, she knew she probably should. But then…if she did Sansa might become standoffish and different towards Margaery and then Margaery would know that Amy had said something. No. Best she keep it to herself for a while, and keep the scheming Tyrell on her toes. No doubt she would expect Amy to run straight to Sansa, perhaps she would be given pause for thought when she didn't. Margaery was underestimating her, Amy could tell from the way she looked at her. That was fine by her. It might be a blessing that Margaery underestimated her, if she wasn't considered a threat then the woman might just be lulled into a false sense of security. It would be all that much more satisfying then when Amy was the one to knock her off her high horse.

"Shouldn't you be in some fancy council meeting?" Jon asked in an amused tone as soon as Robb had rounded the corner of the tiltyard. "Finished for the day, thank you," Robb rolled his eyes at him and Jon chuckled. "Anything interesting?" Jon asked him as he sheathed his tourney blade into the rack. "Everyone's still on edge about Renly, he's still made no move to give up Storm's End, but he hasn't made any move to gather his banners either," Robb told him heavily and Jon nodded thoughtfully. "Likely he's enjoying it, keeping it all in a stalemate, knowing it will likely put the King and his family on edge," he said and it was Robb's turn to nod. "That's exactly what I said," Robb said with a small smile. "I'm sure it will all be resolved in the end," Jon smiled back.

"One can only hope," Robb said, his eyes caught by Tywin walking out into the yard. He stiffened slightly, knowing that Amy's grandfather had yet to be formally introduced to Jon. They had been present at the same meals at times but the evening feasts were usually grand affairs and Jon had seemed happy to melt into the crowds and not draw attention to himself. Jon frowned, clearly noticing Robb's sudden change of mood. "I heard you were out here Stark," Tywin spoke up before Jon had half opened his mouth and Robb swallowed hard. "I didn't know you wanted to see me my lord," he said politely as Tywin came to a halt right next to Jon. "I'm sorry to interrupt you and your companion," Tywin said but Robb shook his head automatically. "There is no need my lord," Robb said at once, "perhaps we ought to retire to the keep, if there is more council business to attend to?"

"There is no hurry," Tywin said smoothly, his eyes flickering towards Jon, "I don't believe we have been introduced." Jon glanced at Robb for a moment, his eyes betraying his panic. "This is my brother, Jon," Robb spoke up, "Jon, this is Lord Tywin Lannister, Amy's grandfather." Jon bowed shortly at once, and Robb watched as Tywin looked him up and down for a long moment before outstretching his hand. Jon looked faintly bemused but he took it and Robb saw the older man clench his hand tightly, much the same as he had done to Robb the first time they had met. "A pleasure, Jon," Tywin said slowly before releasing his grip. "An honour, my lord," Jon returned and Robb took a breath. "You ought to think about heading inside for the feast," Tywin turned his attention back to Robb, "the hall is filling up. Amella looks quite the vision."

"I'm sure she does," Robb said, inclining his head and meeting Tywin's eyes for a long moment. "Very good," the older man nodded vaguely before he turned back to Jon. "I'm sure we will see more of one another before you leave us," Tywin said, his eyes lingering for a long moment before he set off on his way back to the keep again. Robb held his breath until he was out of sight, finally releasing it when he was gone, his eyes sliding to Jon. "I have never been more terrified in my entire life," Jon chuckled slightly nervously and Robb couldn't help but join in. "He terrified me too at first," he admitted, "truth be told, sometimes he still does."

"I can well believe it," Jon grinned and Robb returned it, clapping him on the back. "The hard part is over now at least," he said, "best we head in for the feast, I do believe my wife is already present." He rolled his eyes at the last part as he and Jon fell into step with one another. "Another new dress?" Jon asked in an amused tone and Robb sighed. Amy always looked stunning no matter what she wore, but it was true that she had had almost an entire new wardrobe ordered from the seamstress on their arrival. Apparently fashions had changed, whatever that meant. "I will not pretend to understand why she needs so many," Robb finally said, "but if they make her happy then who am I to complain."

"I hope you're earning a fine wage from this council business," Jon said slyly, "I think you might have need of it." Robb snorted at that and shoved at Jon's shoulder as they entered the main entrance hall, both of them laughing. They got themselves under control as they approached the dining hall, donning more sober expressions and inclining their heads to the guards as they passed through into the merriment. Robb's stomach rumbled as the smell of food his nostrils, and he realised that he hadn't eaten a bite since breaking his fast. Jon excused himself and Robb watched him make a beeline towards the small group of men from Winterfell who were skulking in one corner. Part of him wished that he could join them, but his place was at the top table with his wife and sister and their family. His eyes found Amy in conversation with Sansa and he smiled. From what he could see of her, she did indeed look quite the vision.

He took a few steps forwards, intending to weave his way quickly through the dancers to the top table and eat his fill. His progress was halted almost at once though as Margaery Tyrell suddenly manifested herself in front of him. "Oh!" she exclaimed in surprised as she almost stumbled into him, her hand coming to his chest to steady herself. "Forgive me my lord, I did not see you there," she continued, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed from the dancing she had obviously been participating in. "No need for forgiveness," Robb smiled, inclining his head to her, "there is no harm done, I will get out of your way my lady." He made to side-step her but she shadowed his movement so he remained stood right in front of her. "Forgive me," she said again, "I appear to have lost my dance partner, would you indulge me just for one song?" Her head was cocked to one side as she blinked slowly up at him and he bit down on his lip. He didn't really want to dance with her, but she was a lady and it would be rather uncourteous of him to refuse her. His mother would want him to mind his manners. He smiled again, holding out his hand to her. "If it please you, my lady," he said and she smiled widely, placing her hand in his.

"Ignore them," Sansa advised quietly as she leant over to top up Amy's wine glass. "How can I ignore them? She is parading my husband around in the middle of the dining hall with that smug, self-satisfied little smile on her face," Amy seethed, her hand coming to clench around the stem of her glass, bringing it to her lips without breaking eye contact with Robb and Margaery. "She is doing it to get a reaction," Sansa soothed her, "do not give her the satisfaction of seeing that it is getting to you. Robb is the most faithful man in the kingdoms, he has eyes for no one but you. See how he is moving so stiffly? Likely he only agreed out of common courtesy, our mother always taught us our manners. It would have been rude of him to refuse her, you know it would."

Amy knew that Sansa was right, she could see it etched across his face that Robb was uncomfortable and yet she could also see his hand on Margaery's slim waist and her dainty little fingers clenching around his shoulder. She took another long drink of wine and tried to calm herself. The song would be done with soon and then Robb would make his way up here and take his place at her side where he belonged. Another breath, and another sip of wine. Margaery was no threat to her marriage, it was ridiculous to even think it, to even consider that Robb would be tempted by her. Yes, she was beautiful, but it was not her beauty that Amy was concerned about, it was her scheming nature and the gloating look in her eyes. Margaery always had an air about her that she possessed knowledge that no one else was privy to, and Amy was more determined than ever to find out exactly what that was.

"I must say, she is looking remarkably well for someone who was so stricken earlier," Sansa commented and Amy finally snapped her eyes away from Robb and Margaery to look at her good-sister. "What do you mean?" Amy asked her, a frown creasing her brow. "She was supposed to accompany me to luncheon, but she wasn't feeling well, or so she claimed," Sansa told her and Amy forced herself to stay calm, taking another sip from her wine and thinking hard. "Indeed," she said vaguely to Sansa. Of course, she hadn't believed Margaery's lie that she had been searching for a necklace, but now she had it from Sansa's own mouth. It seemed to her that the searching of Sansa's chambers had been planned and thought out, not something opportunistic. Just what had the scheming madam hoped to find?

"There is nothing she could use against you is there?" Amy asked before she could stop herself, keeping her voice low. "What do you mean?" Sansa asked with a frown, her eyes flickering between Margaery and the doors to the hall through which Steffon had just walked. "I don't know, anything," Amy said, "anything that she could twist in her mind, letters or something of the like…" Sansa's frown merely deepened before she shook her head. "The only letters I have are from family," she said and Amy nodded slightly, biting down on her lip, her own eyes flickering to Steffon who was drawing ever closer. "Trinkets? Favours?" Amy persisted and again Sansa shook her head. "Nothing, nothing that Steffon doesn't know about," Sansa said, "why do you ask?"

"It doesn't matter," Amy shook her own head, forcing a smile, "likely I am just being over cautious is all." Sansa looked as though she would like to say something else but Steffon had moved to seat himself next to her and her attention was taken by him at once. Amy was placated a little at seeing the affection between them as Steffon placed a lingering kiss to the back of her hand and inquired in soft tones how she was feeling. As they exchanged sentiments she looked back towards her own husband, the song finally ending after what felt like forever. She felt slightly gratified that he stepped away from Margaery as quickly as possible, though the woman appeared to be trying to hold his attention for longer. Whatever she was saying it clearly wasn't working though as Robb took another step back before placing the lightest of kisses to her hand and side-stepping her.

Amy took a long breath and kept her expression smooth and composed as Robb made his way up to the high table. He rolled his eyes and smiled at her as he came ever closer and she allowed a smile to quirk at her own lips. "Forgive my lateness, my lady," he inclined his head to her, "your Graces," he nodded towards Sansa and Steffon who both smiled for him. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Amy asked him lightly as he dropped down next to her. "Not particularly," he said dismissively, "all I could think about was food." Amy's smile widened at that and she watched him as he pulled various platters towards him and piled his plate high. "Anyone would think you have been starved," she said in an amused tone and he turned to grin at her. "I feel it," he said before he leant in to press a kiss to her cheek. She was more thrilled than she ever usually would be by the gesture, her irritation almost faded to nothing now as Robb moved his attention to his food.

She allowed her own eyes to scan the crowds again as he tucked into his meal, knowing he would be distracted for a while so she could have time to think. Margaery had danced with him for a reason, doubtless to wind her up after their encounter earlier in the day. It was a petty thing to do and Amy was loathe to admit that it had indeed got to her. If it had been any other woman then she imagined that she would not have minded so very much. Margaery was trouble though, and she did not like it one bit, especially after catching her snooping through Sansa's things. She was certain that she would not have been able to find anything that she could use against Sansa, but it still troubled Amy. If there was nothing to find then would that be enough to hinder her? She doubted it. Just because there was nothing to find, it did not mean that something could not be invented. Amy wouldn't put it passed her to come up with false rumour or evidence against Sansa.

Their eyes met then as Amy found her in the crowd, and she did not miss the little smirk playing about her lips. Amy merely kept her face smooth and blinked impassively at her for a moment before she moved her eyes across the hall again. Calmly she moved her glass to her lips again, feeling Margaery's eyes still on her. If she had been hoping for a reaction from her then she would be sorely disappointed. Amy would continue being sickly sweet to her and see how she enjoyed that. She didn't like games, but she knew well enough how to play them, and she would play Margaery right out of the Capitol by the end of it. She would need an ally though, someone who wasn't Sansa, as Amy felt that she ought to remain as ignorant to all of this as possible for now. Her eyes found her aunt sat at Steffon's other side and she grimaced slightly. For the good of the family. Her aunt turned her head and caught Amy's eye and she inclined her own, tilting her glass towards her for a moment. She looked vaguely surprised but returned the gesture, a new understanding in her eyes and a slight smile quirking her lips.

Jaime watched Lanette out of the corner of his eye as he wrote out yet another tedious list of instruction for the steward. One thing he had not missed about being away from the Rock was the responsibility of running it. Tyrion seemed to have done a far more than adequate job while he was away, and he almost wished he could ask his little brother to help him out a little more. It would be unfair of him to do so though, especially with Tyrion being a new father and wanting to spend as much of his time as possible with his wife and son. Jaime knew that feeling well enough, and he wouldn't rob his brother of the precious moments. Lanette was working on her needlework, at least she had been. She had just set it aside and Jaime put down his quill and shifted his full attention to her as she smoothed her hands gently across her rounded stomach.

"Are you alright?" he asked after a long moment of just watching her. "Come here," she said in response, and he was on his feet at once and approaching her. "What is it?" he questioned. "Do you feel ill? Like something is wrong?" She merely smiled, shaking her head and holding her hand out to him. "You are supposed to be the calm one," she said in an amused tone as she took his hand in hers. "I just think it might just be strong enough for you to feel it, that's all," she soothed him as he settled himself down next to her. Suddenly his mouth was unbearably dry. He remembered this moment with Amy, the moment he had felt her move for the first time. His marriage had been rather more shaky then but he and Lanette were well and truly on solid ground this time. It was all so different and yet so oddly familiar as he reached out his hand and placed it on Lanette's stomach.

Her own hand came atop his, moving it slightly to the spot where he imagined she could feel the baby kicking. They were silent as they waited, almost a full minute passing before he felt the gentlest of nudges against his palm. A smile lit him up at once and he raised his eyes to meet Lanette's, which were mirroring the joy he was feeling. That only served to make him happier, seeing her so completely calm and content with no trace of fear in her eyes. Deep down he knew she was still scared, and so was he, but he would not allow that fear to creep into this moment and he could sense her feeling the same. "Just as wonderful as I remember," he commented and her smile widened. "It all feels so familiar and yet so new and exciting at the same time," she said and he grinned.

"I wonder if we have a little lord or a little lady in there," he mused, rubbing again at the swell in an affectionate manner. "I cannot know for sure," Lanette said, her hand coming to caress his again. "But you have a suspicion?" he guessed and she bit down on her lip and smiled. "Put me out of my misery, do you suspect another Amy? Because I fear I will be grey by the end of the first year if it is…" he tailed off as she laughed slightly in amusement. "I do not suspect another Amy," she said, "I suspect a little lord for us."

"Do you indeed?" his smile widened and she nodded her head. "You know I will be pleased no matter what," he continued in a reassuring tone, "but I must confess, I rather like the idea of us having one of each."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed that. I haven't written a word of the next chapter so your guess is as good as mine! Will do my best though!

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