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WARNING: Some dub-con ahead and some light(?) torture of both the physical and emotional nature – read on at your own discretion. Tywin does go full Tywin in this chapter.

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Past Sins - Part 3

Chapter 3: The Spy Game

A week later …

Apartment, Street of Sisters, King's Landing, Westeros

Kenna poured the red wine to the brim of the glass. She took one large sip of it without lifting the glass from the table. The rich notes of the vintage trailed down her throat leaving a warm fuzzy feeling in their wake.

She shuffled to the open window that overlooked the Sept of Baelor. Shouts of street vendors selling their wares to tourists in the historic square reached her ears. The morning's southern sun drenched the centre of the city in its light and equally the apartment she had been holed up in since her arrival in King's Landing.

The apartment spanned three floors in a tasteful modern renovation of what was once a medium-sized tavern off the Street of the Sisters. She was currently on the top floor, overlooking the city while the large kitchen was behind her. The second floor consisted of bedrooms, bathrooms and living spaces while the bottom was dominated by a swimming pool with a courtyard that housed multiple luxury cars. It was extravagant in design and the furniture was all top range with golden embellishments making it clear who owned it.

When Leyla and Kenna arrived, the wardrobes had been filled with clothing, the fridge with food and a table with various documents. One of which contained Leyla's enrolment papers to the prestigious King's Landing boarding school – Seven Stars.

Leyla's first act had been to claim a bedroom and then slam the door. Kenna couldn't blame her. The teenager had buried her father, moved to the other end of the country and started a new school all within the same week and her mother had no real good answer to give her when she asked the question any sane human would – why?

Kenna downed the glass of wine in three reckless gulps then wiped her moist lips with the back of her hand. The strong aftertaste in her mouth overwhelmed all other senses for a few seconds before it distilled throughout her body. She shook her head to help rush along the process. When her eyes focused again, they fell on the empty bottle of wine that sat atop the black kitchen countertop that served as an island in the middle of the room. She'd managed to finish it within an hour of waking up. She could feel her father's disapproving gaze from beyond the grave. Normally she was against drinking away her problems, preferring to keep sharp and tackle them head on but she had no idea where to start with this one.

Leyla had been driven to Seven Stars days ago leaving her alone with her thoughts. She had no idea what Tywin truly wanted from her. She had no friends to call upon. She couldn't even leave the apartment. She'd tried but the doors were locked and the windows were only an escape to death. The maids even made sure not to give her an opportunity to escape when they conducted their daily duties.

What the fuck am I supposed to do? She lamented.

So, she'd turned to wine, hoping the stuff would either give her relief or jolt her brain into figuring out what the hell her life had turned into.

So far it had done neither.

She hurled the glass bottle at the fridge. It shattered into a hundred pieces of green glass. Still, she seethed. She hated this. Being in the dark. At the whims of another.

Get a grip, Kenna, she adorned herself, attempting to card a hand through her tangled and unwashed hair. When she couldn't she lightly slapped herself on each cheek and walked with purpose to the master bedroom on the lower level.

A minute later she was in the large ensuite bathroom, her head was getting soaked by hot water and she was enjoying the near-scalding temperature of it all as steam began to rise all around her naked body. It felt nice. It felt cleansing. The water ran down her back as her forehead rested against the porcelain tiles. The alcohol coursing in her bloodstream helped relax her and she felt some of the tension of the past week washing away from her with the water.

That's it. Calm down and think, she told herself. He'd never hurt Leyla. He thinks she is an extension of himself. Me on the other hand, I'm not so sure about.

She started to lather shampoo into her hair. The aroma of cherry blossom filled her nostrils. Her favourite. My God, that man remembers the small details.

When the last of the foamy shampoo was running out of her hair, she heard a movement beyond the glass of the spacious shower. She spun around to see Tywin standing in the open door with the bed behind him.

His eyes unapologetically roamed her body, admiring her curves, perhaps already imagining his touch among them. His hand suddenly rested on the door frame as if needing the physical grounding to hold himself back.

His eyes held Kenna's as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Kenna watched as he unbuttoned his linen navy-blue waistcoat before it joined the jacket. Next, he removed the cufflinks in his white shirt's sleeves. Every movement was done slowly and methodically. His intentions were so abundantly clear that they thickened the air between them.

They both knew she was trapped so there was no need to rush.

Kenna turned away from Tywin, unable to bear his gloating and refused to give him any more of her attention than he could force. She threaded conditioner through her hair, now hating how the cherry blossom scent hung in the air. She stepped under the stream of water once more. Ignoring. Waiting. Anticipating.

The shower door opened and then was firmly closed behind her.

"You hung up on me."

"You were saying some unflattering things," Kenna said, still facing the porcelain wall with the stream of water spraying just behind her head now, acting like a barrier between them.

One that was easily broken when Tywin pulled her back by her waist through it, "You don't hang up on me."

Kenna bristled at the manhandling but she couldn't shake the aching familiarity of that authoritative tone of voice or the implication of his hand's placement on her waist. The wine loosened her lips and her frustration dragged her inner thoughts from her head.

"Is this how it's going to work from now on?"

"Mmmm?" Tywin purred into her neck as one hand went to her left breast and the other started to slide down her naval.

"Are you going to appear occasionally, pin me down and fuck me?"

"I was thinking of doing this on a more frequent basis than occasionally."

Nope, nope. Her father hadn't raised a prostitute or a doormat.

She spun around, breaking Tywin's hold and her fist flew for his face. Tywin caught her wrist before her knuckles connected with his nose but Kenna wasn't going to be stopped that easily. She leaned back to drive a powerful headbutt forward. A strong hand closed around her throat and lifted her off the wet shower floor before slamming her back against the porcelain tiles. Her right hand was pinned against the tiles. Her free hand closed around Tywin's wrist, trying to get purchase on the hand pressing on her airway.

Tywin's face emerged through the water stream and Kenna could see the droplets run down his chin as well as the fire in his golden-flecked green eyes. He released Kenna's throat just as her lungs started to burn. He quickly pinned her free hand together with her other one above her head.

"You always did like a fight, Kenna," he growled, "but in the end, you always enjoyed being my spoils."

To prove the point Tywin dipped a finger into her core, "You're wet."

"I'm in a shower," she snapped flippantly after catching her breath.

Tywin added another finger and curled both digits inside her roughly. A moan broke forth from Kenna's lips.

"Shall we stop with the pretence that you don't enjoy our time together? It will make this much more pleasurable for you," he drew his face so close to Kenna's that their noses nearly touched. "I'll take what I want either way."

Kenna's lips crashed against Tywin's. She didn't need to hear any more cutting truths from this man's mouth.

Tywin took her kiss to be the signal it was and released Kenna's hands so he could lift her higher against the wall. Her legs enclosed his hips and her arms encircled his neck. His fingers started a steady pace as Kenna deepened the kiss.

"Tywin …" she murmured against his lips.

He grinned against her mouth. He knew what she was asking for. Knew she'd want to end their tryst as quickly as possible.

"I was rushed in Skagos. I won't be rushed now," Tywin replied, kissing down her jaw to the crook of her neck.

Each lingering kiss inflamed Kenna more and more while she could feel the engorged length of him rubbing into her inner thigh as Tywin's fingers kept up a tension-building rhythm.

His naked chest rubbing against hers felt so much better than it should've. She panted into his shoulder as the steam of the hot water surrounded them. It really was infuriating how turned on she was. Her nails dragged over Tywin's shoulder blades before griping his upper arms to help support herself. She could feel his quivering restraint in his muscles. Her hips rocked along with Tywin's fingers seeking that extra friction that would push her over the edge.

But he pulled his fingers out and gripped her ass for leverage with both hands. He eased his tip inside her then let gravity sink her down inch by inch.

"Fuck," Kenna moaned as he fully sheathed inside her. The fullness was pleasant.

Tywin didn't start thrusting, content to just feel her surround him. Kenna tightened her leg wrap around him in encouragement.

So impatient, Tywin noted.

His pace was immediately unforgiving. His shallow breath mixed with her own as his hips snapped hard stabbing jolts of lightening through Kenna.

She mewled encouragement, and he swallowed it whole, tongue wrestling greedily with her own as he moaned all his pleasure into her mouth and bucked his cock deeper into her folds.

Kenna hitched her leg higher to take in more of him, knowing her orgasm was close but it wasn't the feeling of him sinking heavier into her that caused her to reach the soaring heights of bliss but the whimper of her name against her neck.

Tywin's cock throbbed within her clenching walls, shooting molten spend deep inside. He found her lips with his, kissing her with every gentle stroke of his softening cock as she trembled through her climax. He kept up a sweet rhythm, watching her face closely with hooded eyes as her pleasure radiated all around her.

"Tell me, Tywin," Kenna hummed just over the sound of the free-flowing water and their own laboured breaths. "Did you miss me during all those late cold nights these past fourteen years?"

"Yes."

The answer was definitive. Kenna's brows furrowed. That wasn't the response she had been expecting.

Half an hour later …

Kenna and Tywin laid side on in bed with his chest supporting her back. His fingers were running up and down her rib cage.

"Leyla got into a fight yesterday," Tywin casually announced.

Kenna turned her head to see his face, "Did she win?"

"She punched my grandson, Joffrey," Tywin said in an unamused voice.

"Excellent," Kenna said, returning her head to the pillow.

"Is she always this volatile?" Tywin asked, ignoring Kenna's glee.

"She's a teenager who just lost her … father figure and currently doesn't understand why her mother dragged her away from the only place she has ever known then abandoned her in a boarding school with a bunch of posh spoilt brats. I also have no good explanation as to why we can afford the school fees or this apartment either."

"Tell her you got a new job."

"A job doing what, Tywin? I've been a primary school teacher for the last thirteen years."

"Mmmm," he conceded the point, "You could tell her the truth."

"Don't be silly–"

Tywin's hand tweaked her nipple, "You could tell her that after your husband's suicide, her real father sought you both out and gave you a life here, in King's Landing."

Kenna ignored the fact that wasn't the truth, "A life, is that what you think you've given us?"

"What do you think I've given you?"

"A suffocating prison."

Tywin chuckled, "Ironically, that is the place we are going next."

"Harrenhal?" Kenna quickly deduced.

"Yes."

Kenna started to slip out of the bed but a firm hand on her arm stopped her movement.

"I'm not done with you yet," Tywin dragged her underneath him and sucked on her neck with fervour.

Later in the afternoon …

Harrenhal, high-security prison, Riverlands, Westeros

Kenna's fingers drummed against the plastic table. She was currently sitting in a prison interview room. Everything was white, plastic and smelt of disinfectant. A solitary white plastic cup of untouched water rested by her tapping digits and beyond that a low bar metal railing.

She was nervous.

Any minute Stannis Baratheon and Eddard Stark were going to come through the door behind her and occupy the two seats across the table from her. They'd been good friends growing up, all being the same age. The quiet ones, that hid away during their family's fundraising events while their older siblings had taken the spotlight and dazzled. They'd all bonded being the spare that didn't quite fit the ideal mould society had insisted upon. It had suited them. They'd been inseparable, fourteen years ago, before they'd landed in prison and she'd escaped the fallout from their families' treasonous attack on the royal family.

Kenna flinched when the metal door behind her was wrenched open and the shuffling of chained feet echoed along the barren walls. She dared not turn around. The guards shoved both men into their chairs and adjusted the cuffs so they were attached to the metal railing that jutted from the middle of the bolted-down table. The two guards took up precautionary positions behind Stannis and Ned.

The first thing Kenna noticed were the bright orange jumpsuits both men were wearing and the stark difference in their hair grooming routines. Stannis had a clean-shaven appearance with a short buzz cut on top while Ned had gone for the opposite. His long-tangled hair fell below his shoulders and his beard covered the entirety of his lower face and was tied into three twisted plaits that trailed down his neck. Both men looked in good physical condition with muscles straining against the arms of their jumpsuits. Their faces held pure aggression as they eyed the woman opposite them.

"Who the fuck are you? Another psychologist?" Ned barked, his shackles shaking in front of him as he waved his hands around.

Kenna was so shocked at his appearance that she hesitated long enough for him to talk again.

"No? Are you an author then? Because we don't speak to authors, do we Stannis," Ned said, shoulder nudging his friend but getting no response as the other man stared at Kenna intently. "Go find another story to peddle, lady, and leave us alone."

"Ned …" was all she could muster.

He immediately straightened up his mind finding it easier to recognise a long-lost voice than place a weathered face hidden behind glasses and bangs but Stannis got there first.

"Kenna," came his dreary voice.

"Yes," she confirmed, tears threatening her eyes.

"No!?" Ned exclaimed, leaning as far as he could across the table to get a better look at her.

Kenna took her glasses off and folded them onto the table, "It's me."

"Why are you here?" Stannis asked, his face giving away nothing of what was going on in his mind, unlike Ned whose face was screaming – What in the Seven Hells!

"We thought you were dead," Ned blurted out. "You look good."

"You look like the head of a biker gang, with tattoos," Kenna eyed Ned's inked knuckles before turning to Stannis, "and you look exactly the same."

Ned chuckled while Stannis remained silent, his ever-observant eyes taking in everything they could.

"Do they not have barbers in here?" Kenna pointed to Ned's beard wanting to keep them talking, realising how much she'd miss their voices over the years.

Ned let out a disbelieving laugh that he was having this conversation with his old friend before his face drooped, "No I … don't like strangers near me with sharp blades."

"Oh …" Kenna trailed off, knowing his words were glossing over the traumatic nature of prison life. "I … I'm so sorry that you both are here … it's not fair."

She reached her hand across the table but one of the guards banged the table with their baton, "No touching the prisoners."

Kenna withdrew her hand but she hadn't missed how Ned's hand had inched forward or how Stannis's was staring daggers at the guard that had interrupted the gesture.

"I've missed you both," she admitted, her voice cracking.

"We've missed you," Ned spoke for them both.

"Why are you here?" Stannis asked again, in the exact same tone he had at the beginning of their discussion, keeping his laser focus on Kenna.

Her eyes dropped to where the chains of their cuffs attached to the metal railing wondering how to explain she was just as trapped as they were.

She didn't need to worry.

"She's here because of me," a commanding voice sucked out all the air in the room.

All eyes flicked to the doorway. There stood Tywin Lannister in a grey three-piece suit. Ned rose with curled fists but was wrestled back down to the chair by both guards. Stannis's jaw visibly tightened as Tywin walked into the room and took the space directly behind Kenna.

"Have you got control of yourself, Stark?"

Ned didn't respond, merely glowered at the older man as the guards' hands pressed down his shoulders. This seemed good enough for Tywin. He dismissed the two guards with a flick of his hand. The metal door slammed to signal their exit.

"Why are you here?" Stannis asked for the third time but it was no longer clear who he was asking.

Tywin took the initiative, "I have a mission for you–"

"Get fucked," Ned threw at him. "We won't do shit for you."

Kenna froze at Ned's insult knowing where Tywin's mind would have gone. She felt hands rest on both of her shoulders.

Tywin sighed above her, "I am a very busy man. I don't have time to indulge your egos. You will accept my mission."

"Or what?" Ned pushed him.

Tywin's hands wrapped around Kenna's neck from above and started to squeeze the life from her. Ned and Stannis jumped up in synchronisation but their shackles kept them from reaching Tywin.

"Stop," Ned yelled, his wrists straining to break the metal confining him an arm's reach away from Kenna who was flailing against Tywin's hold on her.

"Get off her!" Stannis roared, finally showing some emotion.

Kenna couldn't reveal that Tywin wouldn't actually kill her because she literally had no breath to do so and as the seconds ticked by she grew less sure that he actually wouldn't kill her.

She started to see black spots in her vision and her friends' shouts faded into the background as her limbs became numb to her.

"We'll do your sodding mission!" Ned screamed.

"Let her go!" Stannis rammed both fists into the table.

Tywin released Kenna and her limp body rolled off the chair. He sat down in the seat Kenna had just unceremoniously vacated.

"Good," Tywin said, taking a sip from the plastic cup that had miraculously stayed upright on the table.

"What's the mission," Stannis said, his eyes watching the rise and fall of Kenna's chest.

"I need you two to infiltrate the Brotherhood without Banners."

"Who?" Ned snapped, his eyes burning holes into Tywin.

"An anti-monarchy terrorist group, that successfully managed to assassinate Prince Viserys last year–"

"Wasn't it a car accident?" Stannis interjected.

"No, poisoning. We covered it up, naturally," Tywin said, clasping his hands together on the table.

"Of course," Ned blustered, "Can't look weak to the masses, lest they see more opportunity to strike at the snake's head."

"Exactly," Tywin said, as Kenna started to rouse on the floor, beside his foot.

"And you think our status for being caught anti-royalists who successfully killed two Targaryen family members will give us an easy in to this group?" Stannis deduced.

"Just one problem," Ned chimed in, "We publicly got caught. We're in here, not out there where this Brotherhood without Banners is."

"That is something I can remedy," Tywin said, with the supreme confidence of a man who always got what he wanted.

"You're going to break us out of here," Stannis stated.

Tywin nodded, watching Kenna crawl to the wall and position her back against it while sucking in desperate gulps of air.

"Hey, over here," Ned said softly, waving his hands at Kenna as her unfocused attention roamed the room.

"The media will cover your daring escape. Make sure the police don't find you but the Brotherhood without Banners does. Can you handle that?" Tywin asked.

Stannis gritted his teeth, "Yes."

"Good," Tywin stood from the chair and knelt next to Kenna, placing a hand on her chin to rotate her face one way and then the next.

"I'm … going … to … fucking … kill you," Kenna rasped but her limbs didn't move one inch.

Tywin dismissed the threat with a snort before regaining his full height and then calling out, "Qyburn!"

A small, thin man wearing a white lab coat entered the room with the two previous guards at his shoulders.

"Are we ready?" the odd-looking man asked.

"Ready for what?" Ned asked, eyeing the needle gun in the man's hand.

"You don't think I'd let you out of here," Tywin gestured to the four-wall surrounding them. "Without an insurance policy?"

"Who's first?" Qyburn asked politely.

Stannis and Ned both shrank away from the man.

"Guess it's you, my dear," Qyburn said as he walked past Tywin and knelt by Kenna.

Qyburn placed one hand tenderly behind Kenna's head supporting it as he placed the tip of the needle gun at the point where her jaw met her neck.

"Now, you are going to feel a pinch," he said kindly a second before Kenna felt a pain that was a lot more than a bloody pinch shoot up her neck.

She let out a neutered grunt having no energy or lung capacity to do otherwise. Qyburn answered Kenna's questioning eyes.

"I have just placed a long-distance radio transmission device with a payload of one gram of C4 directly into your neck, just below your ear specifically. Don't worry it isn't visible and shouldn't cause you irritation," he smiled reassuringly at her.

"You just placed a bomb in her head. I don't think she cares about the fucking aesthetics," Ned tugged at his shackles.

Qyburn moved away from Kenna towards Stannis and Ned, "Indeed. Now it's both your turns."

"Fuck," Ned uttered while Stannis glowered as bright as a thousand suns.

Ten minutes later …

Corridor of Harrenhal Prison, Riverlands, Westeros

Tywin and Kenna walked side by side down the endless corridor with a guard escorting them. Tywin was texting someone on his phone or he was before Kenna's fist slammed into his cheek. He managed to hold onto his phone and wave the guard's advancement on Kenna off.

"You absolute piece of shit," she lashed at him, her teeth bared.

Tywin raised one finger at Kenna, "I'll allow you that one but only that one."

"You nearly killed me!"

"I assure you I have strangled enough people to death to know where the line is."

"You put a bomb in my head!" Kenna roared, anger pulsing from her.

"You've proven yourself very adept at escaping and hiding," Tywin reasoned.

"You'd really push the button and kill me?"

"If you leave me, yes," he said with no hesitation.

Kenna remained silent.

"You are going back to King's Landing," when it became clear she wasn't going to respond he added, "I have further business to attend to here."

Kenna continued down the corridor leaving Tywin behind without any acknowledgement. He watched her rub her now bruising throat and touch the spot just beneath her ear experimentally.

His caged bird was going nowhere.

Author Note:

So started off smutty and finished – angsty?

Tywin went hardcore. He's still a top-tier bastard that utilises anything and anyone to get what he wants and, in this case, he wants the Brotherhood without Banners caught before they take out anymore Targaryen members/Aegon VI (and Kenna to stay close). The bombs in heads is a bit 'Suicide Squad' I know but works for what I want here. I don't think threats to Renly of Benjen would have the same effect because they are more like strangers to Stannis and Ned after 14 years of no contact but also in my head important public members of society Tywin would want to avoid killing or leveraging.

I think Stannis would still be Stannis in jail but I acknowledge I've made Ned feistier as I think without all the medieval honour setting and the tense environment of jail he would be more overtly aggressive, especially when Stannis is still a quiet dude. Reminder that Ned, Stannis and Kenna are all roughly 35 years old.

I love a polite Qyburn not really registering the evil acts he's doing.

Reviews:

Vigilante24 – Thanks! Tywin definitely likes the challenge she presents but of course only if he ultimately wins it. Mission was revealed, and its more aimed at Stannis and Ned but Kenna will get in the mix too.

Next Up: Stannis, Ned and Kenna get reacquainted, Leyla stumbles onto the truth, and the Mountain enjoys a beer.