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A Different kind of Lannister
"Talking"
"Thinking"
Tygett
No one could deny how strong the Lannister army was as they marched down the Goldroad to Casterly Rock, coming home from the War of the Ninepenny Kings. Tygett rode beside his brothers and felt proud because of it. He might still be a squire while Tywin and Kevan were knights, but he had been noticed during the war.
When they reached Deep Den, Lord Lydden welcomed them with a feast. It was a simple one, not like the extravagant ones Tygett had seen at the Rock, but no one complained. The men were glad to eat food they knew by heart. There was plenty of noise and conversation, all muddling together to create a not unpleasant hum.
Tygett sat at the high table, alongside his brothers and Lord Lydden. "You must be glad to be in the Westerlands, my lord," Lord Lydden said to Tywin. Silence fell as Tywin didn't answer. He always did that if he didn't wish to speak. "How long do you plan to stay at Deep Den?"
"Only for the night," Tywin answered. "We march to Casterly Rock in the morning."
"Of course. No doubt your family will be glad to see you again." Tygett noticed how his eyes fell to the table. It was a brief movement. No one who wasn't paying attention would've noticed.
But he wasn't the only one. Tywin stared at Lord Lydden, as did Kevan. "Did something happen at the Rock, my lord?" he asked, letting the concern Tywin never would show.
"In a manner of speaking," Lord Lydden answered. "Soon after you left for the Stepstones, Lord Tytos fell ill." Tygett felt as if his whole world was shifting and not for the better. His brothers were the same, although they showed it differently. Tywin's eyes tightened and Kevan simply worried.
Lord Lydden realized what he said and quickly continued. "He recovered and got his strength back. But…" He trailed off with an uncertain air. Three pairs of Lannister green eyes staring pressed him to continue. "Ever since his recovery, Lord Tytos has been…different."
"Different," Tywin repeated. It was the only word he said.
"Yes. His will is stronger and he's more willing to make judgements, yet he tolerates the mockery directed to him, to a point." That last part got the attention of the Lannisters. Lord Lydden seemed uncertain for a moment before he continued. "When we heard of the war's victory, Lord Tytos welcomed his lords to Casterly Rock for a celebratory feast. It didn't take long for the wine to flow, and the tongues loosen. Many in the hall, not myself," he assured them, "made japes at your lord father, laughing to his face. He said nothing, until Lady Ellyn made an insult that had the hall laugh.
"Lord Tytos asked her to stand before his table and repeat the jape. Lady Ellyn did, standing proud. Your father was silent before telling her the insult was rather tasteless. Then," he hesitated, as if he was uncertain about what he would say, "he returned the favor."
Tygett wasn't sure what that meant. "How do you mean?" Tywin's look ordered him to be silent, but he glared back. He was here and he wanted to know what Lord Lydden was talking about. He wasn't the only one. Kevan was curious too.
"Lord Tytos made sport of Lady Tarbeck. He insulted her past history with his family, how desperate she was to be Lady of the Rock that she practically flew from bed to bed. He made some choice remarks about her appearance, her husband, her brothers, even about Castamere and Tarbeck Hall. By the time he was done, Lady Ellyn was furious and declared she did not have to stand for these insults. Lord Tytos told her the door was right behind her and she was free to leave the Rock if she wished. After she stormed out, with Houses Tarbeck and Reyne, Lord Tytos looked to everyone in the hall and said, 'If you can't take as well as you give, keep your mouth shut.' Then he asked if anyone else would like to be next."
All three of them were shocked by what they heard. Tygett might've been young, but he knew of how his father was intimidated by Ellyn Reyne. To hear this tale of how he withstood her mockery, paying her in kind, it was hard to believe. It was even harder to believe how their father all but threaten their bannermen for their continued mockery of him.
If what Lord Lydden had said was true, then they would meet a different Tytos Lannister at the Rock. Tygett wasn't sure if that would be a good thing or not.
Kevan
They marched into the Rock's hall still wearing their armor and weapons. Tywin wanted to make an impression on everyone, and the men agreed. Applause and cheers greeted them as they entered. Kevan had heard such cheers back amongst the Stepstones. Hearing them here, from his own people, it was satisfying.
But that feeling faded when he looked at the high table. Genna and Gerion were happy to see their brothers. That much was clear from their grins. It was their father that held Kevan's attention. For as long as he had known, his father always smiled at his children. That smile wasn't there now. Tytos Lannister watched them as if they were strangers entering his hall. They had been warned he had changed after falling ill but seeing the change made it real for Kevan.
Tywin marched right up to the table, standing tall. Every inch of him was the heir to the Rock. "Father, we have returned," he proclaimed.
"So you have," said their father. Kevan exchanged a look with Tygett. That wasn't how he usually greeted them. Where was the warmth, the smiles? "We have heard of the war's end."
"Have you heard of the problems in your own kingdom? The bandits? The debts own?" There was no answer and so, Tywin continued. "The Westerlands are in shambles. So I will do what you could not and fix what has gone wrong."
The hall was silent. The hall's guests watched the Lord of the Rock and his son. Even though it wasn't explicitly an insult, Tywin's words could be seen as such. Kevan stood beside his brother as he had since the Stepstones. Tywin might have been blunt, but his words held nothing but the truth. Their men stood behind him, absolutely loyal.
"…Very well," Lord Tytos said. "If you wish to do so, you may." His words surprised Kevan. He would've thought his father would've made some feeble protest or argument that nothing was wrong. Lord Tytos looked past his son to the men. "You come into my hall in your armor and weapons? Men, you have no need to fear me or mine. Please," he gestured to the tables, "this feast is for you. Sit, rest and enjoy yourselves." There was no order in his words, only an offer.
The men accepted after a brief nod from Tywin. Everyone moved to sit and people began to talk, welcoming the newcomers. Kevan moved to the high table, taking his usual seat, same as Tygett and Tywin.
Their father welcomed them with a nod, only to stop. "Tywin, what are you doing?"
Again, the hall froze. So did Tywin. "I'm sitting at my place." He wasn't quite explaining to a child, but it was close.
"Why? You just made a good little speech about fixing what's wrong with the Westerlands." Their father looked his firstborn right in the eyes. "So, get to it."
Tywin stared at him, uncomprehending. Kevan was the same, as was Tygett and Genna. No one had expected those words. They didn't dare to say a word as they watched. "This isn't funny, Father," Tywin finally said, frowning. Tywin's frown was a scary thing, especially to the person he was looking at.
But their father didn't change his expression. "Does it look like I'm laughing? You're the one who made the speech, Tywin. If you make something like that, people expect you to do it, not sit down and eat." He paused and considered the situation. "But since you clearly didn't know any better, I'll let it pass. This once." He made the emphasis with a finger. That same finger pointed to the empty chair.
Tywin took the unsaid order and sat down. As the feast began again, Kevan saw him lean in close to their father. "Do you enjoy making a fool out of your son?" he whispered, anger leaking out of each word.
"That wasn't making you a fool. That was a lesson," Lord Tytos replied, keeping his voice pleasant. "You might've killed men in battle but that doesn't mean you're ready to rule."
A year ago, Kevan would've found that his father telling someone they weren't ready uncomfortably ironic. But this was someone else. He wasn't even sure if this was his father. It could've been a stranger wearing his body. That thought scared him, scared him deeply.
Then Lord Tytos looked at him. "Kevan, why don't you tell me about the Stepstones? Not the battles," he quickly amended. "You've probably spent enough time on those already. Tell me about what you saw, something that amazed you?" He said it all with a warm smile, eager to know. And Kevan could believe he was talking to his father.
Genna
She knew her father had changed. After his recovery, Genna had seen him get lost in corridors he had guided her through, forget names he shouldn't have. He relearned it all quickly, but it was still there for her. There was something different about her father.
One good thing about the difference was his mistress. She was gone. One day, she had just disappeared from the Rock. Some people had said she had been tossed out the gate with only her clothes. Genna knew that wasn't true. Her father now treated everyone with the same amount of respect. If he dismissed Gerion's wetnurse, he would've done it in private.
But even though the woman was gone, Genna had this fear another woman would come. That someone else would come and get her father's attention. She didn't want that. She didn't want her mother's memory to be sullied. So each time it seemed a woman was getting close, she would be there to make her displeasure obvious. If it was one of the smallfolk, Genna did her best to ensure that she would never come back to the Rock. Her cousins who knew of her displeasure, Joanna amongst them, helped when and where they could.
When she was summoned to her father's solar, Genna was certain it was because of her actions. She did not regret them and walked in with a straight back. Her father was at his desk, papers in hand. Even now he sat differently. Before his illness, he would always lounge, looking akin to a lazy cat in a comfortable spot. Now, he sat tall, like a proper lord.
She knew she would have to speak first. "So," she began as she strode in, "who did I offend, Father? Was it the washerwoman? The merchant's wife? Or perhaps it was the bard's daughter? Who shall you tell me to leave be because they have your interest? Who will you disgrace my mother's memory with now?"
Lord Tytos did nothing as she spoke, save for raised eyebrows. The solar was silent when she finished. "How long have you been carrying that?" he finally asked.
It wasn't the answer Genna expected but she didn't falter. "Since you took Gerion's wetnurse as a mistress." It had been galling to see that woman walk through the Rock as if she had been its lady.
"And you think since she's gone, I'll go looking for another." He put the papers down and looked at her proper. "Genna, did you consider the idea I was just talking to the women in question, learning what their interests are and seeing if we have anything in common?" She hadn't because it seemed ridiculous. "I had been doing the same with the men, yet you never considered them."
Now that, that had caught her by surprise. She stared at her father, trying to understand what he had said. Had something else changed from the illness? "But…that's, it's wrong," she protested. It was hard to say what she meant. "The Seven say it's a sin."
"And I wasn't doing it," he told her. "I loved your mother, Genna. What happened with Gerion's wetnurse was a moment of weakness. I was grieving and she helped me mourn."
It was a weak excuse. "For five years?" she challenged.
He paused, his eyes looking everywhere but her. Genna waited for his answer, even if it was a pathetic one. "…I have no excuse for that." Okay, she wasn't expecting that answer. "Look, Genna, I will never stop loving your mother. But as I get older, perhaps I'll find someone to be a companion for me."
She didn't try to hide her snort. "A companion?"
"Yes. A companion." Those words held a warning. The frown accompanying it certainly helped. "Someone to share the days with," he explained, losing the frown, "walk the streets together, share a good conversation, play a decent game against, and someone who wouldn't mind spoiling whatever grandchildren I have with me."
"And sharing your bed?"
He made a face at that. "I said when I'm old, Genna. Who do you think I am? Lord Frey?" She tried not to laugh at that. It wasn't entirely successful. "Genna, I promise you I'm not looking for a new mistress. If you see me with a woman, I am simply talking to her. That's all."
His words were comforting, reasonable. The more she listened, the more she felt foolish for even talking about them. "Really?" she asked, hoping it was true.
Her father nodded. "Really." A knock echoed through the room. "Ah, here's the reason why I asked for you. Quick, come stand by my side." She did as she was told. "Enter!"
The door opened and Ser Stevron Frey walked in. "Lord Lannister," he said, bowing low.
"Ser Stevron," Lord Tytos replied. "I was expecting your father." Genna did her best to keep her eyes focused, not looking at him. The last time she had heard that tone, he had embarrassed Tywin in front of everyone.
"My father sends his apologies, but a matter of concern has his attention," Ser Stevron explained. He looked quite embarrassed about the situation. "It couldn't be handled by anyone else."
"I'm sure it couldn't." Four words and Genna knew he wasn't pleased. This wasn't the Lord Tytos who would laugh away any insult. "Even though the matter I wish to discuss with him involved his son, your brother."
"Emmon?"
"Yes. As you know, he came to visit the Rock during the war." Genna remembered that all too well. Emmon Frey might've been polite and courteous, but it didn't change the fact everyone thought he was an idiot.
Ser Stevron nodded. "Yes. We were told that he behaved well while he was here."
Lord Tytos's eyes hardened. "It is his behavior when he left that concerns me, Ser." Ser Stevron was surprised by his attitude. "I have heard reports from inns and whorehouses across the Westerlands about how Emmon bemoaned the fact his life was changing, that he was going to be shackled to a lion bitch."
Genna was stunned. Not because Emmon could've done it, but because she knew her father was lying. She might've been half Emmon Frey's age, but she had dominated him from the first meeting. It was clear that he had no spine. So why was her father saying such things.
Ser Stevron's jaw fell agape. It took a moment to close. "My lord, I can assure—"
"Assure?" Lord Tytos repeated. His displeasure rang clear in his tone. "I had asked your father to come so that I might discuss his son's supposed behavior. But since he considers the matter beneath him, I will treat it as such." His eyes bored into the Frey standing before him. "Go back to your lord father and tell him the betrothal between his son and my daughter is gone. If a Frey thinks marrying a Lannister is the worst thing that could happen to him, then perhaps it would be better if he looked somewhere else."
Genna's heart threaten to leap out of her body and fly to the heavens. Ser Stevron looked he was stuck somewhere between angry and confused. He didn't say anything for a long second. When he finally did, it was with a tight voice. "I shall inform my lord father of this news. Good day, Lord Tytos."
"Ser Stevron." His voice stopped the Frey at the door and had him glance back. "Tell your father that had he come himself, there could've been a chance the betrothal could've been saved." Ser Stevron only nodded before leaving.
Genna thought she had been in a dream. The betrothal that had dogged her feet since she was seven was gone. Just like that. She kept expecting to wake up. But nothing had changed. "Father…?" she asked.
He turned and looked her right in the eyes. "I made mistakes, Genna, and I'm doing my best to fix them," he told her, voice full of love. "What happened with you was definitely one of the biggest ones."
She found herself hugging his side and he returned it. The sensation was full of love. But once the hug was done, Genna found herself focusing on the present. "What happens now?"
"Now, you go find someone you want to marry." It was a simple sentence, yet it left her thunderstruck. Her father laughed at her face. "Why so surprised, Genna? You've got a good head on your shoulders, and you know what must be done for our house. Can I trust you to find someone you can love and who House Lannister can count on?"
It wasn't that he was reminding her of her duty to their family. That much she already knew. It was the fact he was trusting her to do it instead of him doing it for her. "Yes, Father," she said with a tall back. "You can."
The smile widened and it became much more mirthful. "Good. Now I can look forward to terrifying the boy in question."
"Father!" she protested.
"What? It's one of the time-honored traditions of a father." Genna found herself laughing at his protest.
Gerion
People kept saying that Gerion's father was different. He didn't think that. Father was Father. Nothing had changed for him. Father was still the same man who listen to anything Gerion had to say to him, whether it'd be telling him about his day and wanting answers. Sometimes, when Father's was busy with other people, he would sit Gerion on his lap so he wouldn't be lonely. Gerion didn't think he could ever get mad.
Until the day he was proven wrong.
That day, Tywin, Kevan, and Tygett came home after crushing the Reynes and the Tarbecks. They marched into the Rock like heroes. Gerion certainly thought they had been. Father simply ordered them to his solar.
Gerion was curious and wanted to know what happened. There was a little spot next to Father's solar where he could peek in and watch. His brothers stood before the desk while their father sat behind it. Nothing was being said but Father was staring at the three of them.
"I supposed you're proud of yourself," Father finally said, looking right at Tywin.
Gerion's eldest brother stood tall. He always thought it made him look important. Gerion thought it made him look he was holding in something. "I put down rebellious houses, as I should've," he proclaimed.
Father looked at Kevan and Tygett. "And you followed him."
Tygett didn't say anything. Kevan did. "He needed us. As he had when we were out to drive away the bandits and collect the debts."
Again, Father didn't say anything. He just stared. Gerion was getting bored. Weren't his brothers supposed to be getting praised?
"You. Little. Idiot."
Three words and all four sons of Tytos Lannister froze. Gerion saw his father, saw how utterly furious he was, and was scared. This wasn't his father. This was Lord Lannister. "When I went to King's Landing, I left you with one job: keep the peace in the Westerlands," he said to Tywin. "When I come back, I find that you go behind my back, demand two of my bannermen to answer for their crimes, crimes that I wasn't made aware of."
"They laughed at us, at our house," Tywin said. "They felt they could get away with it, especially since their debt was forgiven."
"Did I say the debt was forgiven?"
He scoffed. "It's—"
The fist slamming against the desk had a hammer's strength. Gerion jumped in his spot, shocked by the noise. "Did I say the debt was forgiven?!" Lord Lannister asked again. His voice raised just enough to overwhelm his son's. Tywin didn't say anything but for the first time since Gerion knew him, he looked uncertain. "The debt wasn't forgiven. It was tripled."
"What?" It was the first time Tygett spoke. He sounded as confused as Kevan looked.
Lord Lannister kept his eyes on his firstborn son. Gerion never thought he'd see Tywin's angry look on their father. "When you demanded our bannermen's debts be collected, I stood by your decision because I wanted to see how you would act. When Lord Tarbeck came to Casterly Rock and you imprisoned him, I said nothing because you acted on your words. But your advice to send him back in three parts went too far. So, I invited Lady Tarbeck to the Rock so we could discuss her actions. By the time we were done, she had her husband back, but it cost her for each Lannister she took. The debt was now three times the amount she borrowed, something I could hold over her, her husband's house, and her family's house."
Tywin was stunned. He hadn't been expecting that. "I…I didn't know."
"You would've." Those two words had a steel's edge. "If you had taken the time to write to me and asked. But instead, you chose to listen to people I assume were loyal to the Tarbecks and the Reyne and made your own decision, a decision that was not yours to give. And now, I'm left saddled with this outcome, with two destroyed castles we could've taken for our own legally because of their debts."
Lord Lannister leaned back against his chair. For a moment, Gerion saw his father and how tired he is. "Kevan, Tygett, you were following Tywin's orders, because you are good brothers and that was what you were supposed to do. While I'm disappointed neither of you thought to write me, I'm not angry at you." Gerion's brothers shared a look but said nothing. They looked embarrassed. Maybe guilty.
Tytos looked at Tywin. "As for you, I have no choice but to stand by and approve of your choices. After all, what does it say of a Lord Paramount when he can't control his own son?" His eyes hardened into cold emeralds. "Make no mistake about this, boy. It might not happen today, or in a week, but you will be punished for your actions. Am I understood?"
"Yes." Those eyes bore into Tywin and didn't relent. "…My Lord," he finally added.
Lord Lannister nodded. "Get out." His three eldest sons left his solar, no longer the proud heroes. His youngest left his little spot, scared that he now saw the side everyone had said Lord Tytos now had.
Tywin
He stormed into his father's solar. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, fury coating each word.
Lord Tytos regarded him with a calm look. "The meaning of what, Tywin?" he asked, as if they were discussing trivial things.
"Joanna! Why is she being sent to King's Landing?" He had only heard the news today when he came back to the Rock. Ever since he crushed the rebellious houses, he had been sent out again and again to different bannermen. He spent the last year more on horseback than at the Rock.
"Ah, that." He put the paper in his hand down. "When I was at King's Landing, King Aerys discovered something rather interesting. It seems that his grandfather, Aegon V, was furious at his son's hypocrisy, forcing his children to marry out of duty when he married for love. So, in the betrothal contracts, he changed Rhaella's name to Joanna, knowing how Aerys loved her.
"Naturally, this caused a bit of confusion since the king was already married and a father, so he invited me to discuss the matter with him and the queen. It took some doing, especially considering Prince Rhaegar, but we came to a comfortable agreement. The king will set Rhaella aside, citing their marriage as illegal due to his grandfather's prerogative, and will marry Joanna Lannister. Prince Rhaegar will retain his status due to his being his father's son, but Queen Rhaella will become Princess Rhaella again."
Lord Tytos spoke the words with a calm grace, treating the matter as already done. But it only served to infuriate Tywin. "You can't allow this to happen!" he demanded.
His father raised a golden eyebrow. "I can't?"
"Father, you…" Tywin kept this matter close to his heart. But if nothing else, now was the time to speak it. "You know how I've felt about Joanna. I was planning to asking for her hand." Each time he returned to the Rock, he had sought out Joanna and relish the time spent with her. He had hoped to make it permanent.
Lord Tytos simply leaned back and looked him in the eye. "What of it? You marrying your cousin does nothing for House Lannister, Tywin." He kept talking, cutting off Tywin's argument. "You have constantly expected your siblings and extended family to do everything for the glory and power of our house. Yet you want to marry your cousin? Do you think yourself outside the standard you expect from others? That's rather hypocritical of you."
The words cut through his anger, right into his heart. They hurt even more because Tywin knew they were true. As the firstborn, he was expected to marry someone that could secure power for his house. But whenever he saw Joanna smile, he found it didn't matter. He just wanted her to be his and to be hers.
"I've already informed Joanna about the situation," Lord Tytos said. "And she seemed agreeable to it." Those words cut a deep wound in Tywin. He didn't want to believe them, yet he found himself unable to speak. "So, she will go to King's Landing and marry the king. She will be his queen and have his children. I expect they will look quite beautiful, golden-haired with purple eyes or green eyes with silver hair. Of course, if the king suffers from his family's curse, she will have to take the brunt of it, suffer any injuries he might give her. But she will do it because she is the queen, and it is expected of her." His eyes found Tywin, pinning him in place. "And you won't be able to do a thing about it."
It wasn't that his father thought Aerys could go mad. Tywin knew there was the chance, just lurking underneath the skin. Aerys did enjoy the fighting in the Stepstones perhaps a little too much, especially when things burned. It was the fact that Joanna would be the potential victim to that madness that hurt Tywin so much. "Why?" he found himself asking. "Why would you do this?"
His father didn't say anything for a moment. Then those eyes found him again and Tywin found himself wishing he was somewhere else. "I told you, boy, that you would be punished for your actions."
The implications were clear, and Lord Tytos's heir was left stunned speechless. Joanna was going to suffer because of what he did? That wasn't right! "She had nothing to do with my decisions!" he protested. "I should be the one punished, not her."
"You are being punished," Lord Tytos told him, his voice calm. "If you harm a man, eventually he might forget the pain. But if you harm a man's loved ones because of him, he will never forget." He looked back to his papers. "Now, was there anything else?"
The fury he had coming in had dwindled into nothing. "No," he said, feeling cold both in his heart and hate, "there isn't." He turned and walked back to the door.
"Tywin." His hand froze at the knob, and he glanced back. "The king considers you a good friend and has told me that he plans on making you his Hand." Those eyes found him again, hard as emeralds. "If I find you do something truly stupid in regard to Joanna, Casterly Rock will have a new heir. Understood?" Tywin could only nod. "Good. You may go now."
Tywin did not flee his father's solar, no matter what others might've said. But his mind was alight with thoughts. When he first heard his father was different, he had thought nothing of it. Then he saw the changes in person, and he approved. This was what a Lord Paramount should be like. Although there were some differences, like his willingness to talk to everyone as they were all the same and his letting Genna find her own husband.
But now, Tywin had one certainty. That man in the solar was not his father. He might wear his skin but that was not Tytos Lannister. His father wouldn't have berated him for his actions or use Joanna as a means of punishment. He wouldn't have argued against Tywin marrying Joanna. He would've let it all happen. But that man was sending Joanna away and ensuring Tywin married someone he didn't love, all on a pretense.
That thought stopped Tywin short. He quickly went to his chambers and thought it over. There were no betrothal contracts between Aerys and Rhaella. Since it was between House Targaryen, there wouldn't have been a need. And even if there, Aerys wouldn't have waited this long to set aside Rhaella for Joanna. So he and that man came up with this ruse themselves.
But it happened when that man was in King's Landing. He didn't know about the Reynes or the Tarbecks until he came back to Casterly Rock.
Did he know? Did he know what Tywin would do when he was gone and prepared this punishment beforehand? It seemed ridiculous but it was the only answer Tywin had.
But how could he have known?
Tywin didn't have the answer and that scared him. House Lannister was in a position of strength amongst the Westerlands and Westeros, thanks to that man's firm and attentive rule. And there was nothing Tywin could do but wait until he died before taking over.
How long that would be, he didn't know.
End
Author's note: Thank you for all the reviews you've sent me.
I'm not a big fan of self-inserts. It's way too easy for everything to become boring because the self-insert knows what's coming and can fix it before anything bad can happen. Or they'll take the opportunity to sleep with anyone they can. It certainly doesn't help that the story's usually from their view.
But that led me to something else to consider: what would happen there was a self-insert, but the reader never saw his POV? I'm sure that's a part of the SI stories but I don't usually read them. In any case, I was interested, and I knew the perfect setting to try it out.
For the record, I have no idea who took over as Tytos Lannister. All I know is that he has a spine and will use it. He also doesn't mind putting Tywin in his place. Also remember, this isn't the Tywin we know and love to hate. This is Tywin who's getting his first taste of power and eager to use it.
So naturally, when he sees this new version of Tytos, he likes it. Here is a Lord Lannister that will keep their family in power and shut down their detractors. Until that same force is directed at him and realizes just how much bad he messed up. This is a Tytos who will do what he can to keep his son's ego in check, even if he has to take harsh measures.
That includes punishing people for what Tywin's action. What happened to Joanna might be cruel (especially with what will happen to Aerys later on) but that's the point. Actions have consequences. In Tytos's eyes, Tywin had to learn this. So now, he'll have to watch the woman he loved be (in his eyes) forced to marry his friend, all because of what he did.
I'll see you all next chapter!
