Chambers of Tywin & Visenya, Tower of the Hand - Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands - Nightfall

Visenya had chosen to bath after her sparring, to remove all the sweat and dirt that had accumulated on her clothes and skin. Now clean and refreshed, she returned to her Chambers, which she shared with Tywin; at the Tower of the Hand.

Dressed in a dark red night dress, she had a very thin robe right on top of it in matching colours; the golden Lannister Lion sewed on multiple parts of the fabric. Leaving the robe open and not in the mood to tie it around her waist, she entered her Chambers and was not surprised to find Tywin there.

The time was late and he would have finished with his duties as Hand, for the day. She was surprised, however, to find him with a goblet in his hand and glaring at the light fire.

"You are late" he said, his tone having an odd coldness as if they were out there with all those people watching and not in the privacy of their Chambers.

Closing the door behind her, she remained unaffected by his tone. "Bathing takes time if it is meant to be done properly" she commented back with a faint of sarcasm, something she often did when in the mood.

Unfortunately for her, he was not sharing her humour. He emptied his goblet in one go and turned his body to face her. "As does sparring, apparently"

His comment made her stop in her tracks, too close to the bed. Her back was turned and she hid her momentary surprise. It did not take more than a few seconds to understand why he said that and his sudden change in mood.

She let her guard down in those few seconds, and he grabbed the chance.

Moving with surprising stealth and big strides, he covered the short distance between them before she could react. His one hand wrapped around her neck and she found her body pressed against his, her back against his chest. His other hand wrapped around her waist, stopping right beneath her navel.

"Tywin-" her words were cut short when she felt the steady and strong lock of his fingers around her neck.

While the grip was not meant to harm her or even bruise her, it was solid enough to pass a message. She felt his hot breath by the side of her face while her head was forced to crane up, to accommodate his much bigger hand.

"Hmm? Can't think of another sarcastic remark?" He asked, his tone steady but there was this dormant warning threatening to resurface if she made the wrong move or uttered the wrong answer. "I do not seem to recall such friendliness with the Dornish Prince"

She remained rather calm despite the situation, which was not unlike her. She was always calm around him, at least when it came to "threats". She knew him too well and she knew he would never harm her.

However, while she was calm on that matter; the same could not be said for her body. Heat flushed across it, having always a weak spot for when he would become a little more physical and manhandling; a chance for her to give him the control she grew tired of having.

"There was nothing there, other than common respect" she said, her eyes moving to the side and trying to catch a glimpse of him. "Prince Oberyn is a flirt and yet I would never return his actions, you know me better than that"

He took a moment to answer, his nose moving to her freshly washed hair and he inhaled her scent; his beautiful golden-flecked green eyes closing momentarily at her intoxicating scent. He wished to make things clear and while jealousy was his primary motivation, lust was quick to follow. It was hard not to, for despite feelings of respect and even fondness that one might say have developed between them; there was always this carnal desire that they triggered to one another without much of an effort.

He felt her back against his chest; their bodies pressed against one another, only the material of their clothing separating them. He felt her pulse quickening beneath his hand and felt every shallow of saliva she took. He was as close as he could be while dressed and he felt the control he had on her, both tempting her with their proximity, feeding into her carnal needs but also by the position he had chosen.

The hand around her body moved slightly lower, fingers tempted to go for their favourite spot and stop her from uttering a single word. All it would take was two of them and she would be fighting to contain those little sounds of hers that were beyond her control. All it would take, was just a quick move for him to make her feel hotter and draw reactions from her than no other man ever would have the chance...

Especially a certain Dornish Prince that seemed to have settled his eyes on her, as if he ever stood a chance.

"I do know you but that does not mean I like such friendliness, Visenya. I believe I have made myself clear on that"

It was not uncommon that Tywin had a certain... protectiveness of what was yours, especially his Lady Wife. He did not take it kindly when men would stare at her like a thing they could conquer or when they would try to be 'too friendly' with her, thinking he was not keeping an eye on them. More than once he would be found with his hand around her waist, ensuring no man had the chance to 'try' his luck while he was present.

Some had thought it would be funny to mock him of this... protectiveness, behind his back. However, Tywin was quick to find out about them and he had passed his message without having to stain his hands with blood, at least not directly.

Visenya never commented on it for it was part of their deal, after all. He was the cold, tough and ruthless Lord Paramount and she was his opposite; the only way they could live their lives properly with all the dangers lurking around them. And of course, one should not forget that Tywin was a man and he knew how the rest of his gender thought when eyeing an attractive woman.

She could not help but smirk. "Friendliness is a vague term" she replied with sarcasm, feeling a thrill and excitement growing within her. "But I assure you, had he tried anything; his blood would be on my blade and his days of fathering children would long have ended" she continued, not having to go into any more details.

Ally or not, she was not a woman who took advances or insults easily. She could be petty, she could be dangerous but above all... she was a woman with knowledge of how to use different kinds of blades, in different sizes and objects.

Her words seemed to ease some of his jealousy but the more they remained in that position, the more his hunger for her increased. Hearing her say those words, he could imagine the scenario and he knew she was not lying. It was one of the many things he admired and respected about her.

"Had he tried anything, it would be my blade separating his head from his body" he corrected her and closed his eyes, inhaling her scent as his pants started to feel a little tighter around his growing manhood, the more he held her like that. "As for you..." he did not continue with his sentence but he did pass his message clearly.

His lower hand moved to her left thigh, wrapping it in a tight grip. Fingers pressed against her soft flesh but did not move higher, not yet.

She lifted her one hand and placed it on his wrist that was right beneath her head. Her grip was stable but she made no move to release herself from his grip, for she knew better how to play this game.

"And the whole of Dorne would turn against us" She reminded him, earning a faint squeeze from him. "However, your jealousy is not needed here"

"Give me a reason why I shouldn't be. When you seemed to be a little too... comfortable around him" He asked and started to suck on her neck, using his hand to move her head and have more access to her sweet skin.

She bit her bottom lip, trying to contain any sounds of pleasure but he still felt the vibrations through his hand; a smirk forming on his lips and he dared to continue, landing a soft bite at her sensitive spot beneath her ear; knowing she would not be able to resist that, she never could.

At the same time, the hand on her thigh started to move higher; pushing her nightdress up while fingers were slowly reaching her womanhood, ready to tease and please by his command; not caring of any clothing that would try and stand as an obstacle.

This made Visenya inhale sharply, pressing her neck more against his hand and her back against his chest. She could feel the imprint of his manhood, a sign that he was also getting pleasure from this little foreplay they seemed to be locked into.

Goosebumps had appeared on her skin as she felt the hand on her thigh and a part of her wished to grab it and direct it where she truly wanted, where he knew she wanted the hand to be.

After all, it would not be the first time those two had teased one another; with mostly Tywin taking the lead. Despite the few years of marriage, lust and desire were dominant in their relationship.

And while Tywin did not always go to the extreme when he put his mind to it... Visenya knew she would not win the game that night. She did not complain, though, for the attendance he offered her body those nights, using his hands and lips resulting in her seeing stars and her vision turning white more than once.

Despite the desire for more, she managed to take a deep breath when he withdrew his mouth but he remained there, his breath tickling her skin while he waited for her answer.

"It is not him whom I married to, is he?" She asked rhetorically and then dared to grab his other hand that was around her thigh and move it towards her stomach. "And it's not his child I am carrying"

Her words seemed to make time stand still around them, their breaths barely audible along with the cracking sound of the flames coming from the fireplace as they devoured the wood they were fed.

For a moment, Tywin was silent and then he withdrew his mouth but also his hands. He turned her rather quickly and looked deep into her supernatural eyes, looking for any signs of deceit or joke.

Yet, all he saw was her serious face and the slight softness in her eyes as the topic settled in. She grabbed his hand again and placed it against her stomach, her lips forming a graceful smile.

"Are you certain?" He asked, in a similar fashion he had when she first learnt she was carrying Trystan.

Bearing yet another child was not something that should be treated lightly, neither be used as a joke. It was very important for him and for her, the legacy needed to continue.

Considering the passing years and Visenya's age going up, the window they had for such attempts was slowly closing. Of course, he could have easily tried harder with her and not let the time pass; but he was not a fool. He had lost one wife to childbirth and he was not going to chase his luck. His patience seemed to pay off for she was now carrying yet another child, making the total of Lannister heirs at 5; even though one was not like the rest of them.

She nodded her head. "I was examined today by Maester Val"

She had discreetly summoned Maester Val in her Chambers when she first got the signs. Already had some prior experience from her first pregnancy with Trystan and thus she was more prepared.

Once again, the experienced and trustworthy Maester had proven her suspicions correct; letting her choose how to deliver the news and when.

His gaze seemed to soften dramatically and he parted his lips faintly, not hiding his surprise.

But then, a smirk of pride appeared on his face. "You know the rules then. No unnecessary risks until the baby is born" he said, his free hand moving to push a strand away from her face while his other did not dare to move from her tummy that had yet to show any true signs of pregnancy.

She could not help but chuckle at his words. "I am still far until then. I can handle my routine for now" Her lips formed a smirk. "Question is, do you dare to handle me now that you have the chance?"

Her taunting seemed to stir the hunger he had built before and his hand moved to wrap around her waist, pulling her toward him until their bodies were pressed against one another.

His free hand moved to her back, holding her close while he brought his face closer to hers; to the point their noses were touching. "Do you really think it is wise to chase your luck, Princess?"

Her smirk remained but her lips had parted at the proximity, her eyes landing on his tempting lips as they moved with each word. "I do" she commented and pressed her lips against his, initiating the kiss for a change.

However, Tywin was quick to take charge as he pulled her even closer; forcing her to arch her back against his hands. He devoured her lips with hunger, biting them gently until she parted them and allowed him entrance. His tongue entered her mouth right after and dominated her rather quickly, giving her no chance to do anything or even breathe while he fought himself for control.

She held no further resistance, melting into his arms as he claimed her lips for his. Moaning faintly into his mouth, her hands grabbed his tunic into tight fists while she saw stars behind her closed eyes.

It was crazy just how many emotions he could ignite within her, with just his presence and his words. The more she was with him, the more she spent her time feeling his lips against hers... the more she knew she was falling rather fast for the Lion of Casterly Rock.

She felt his one hand lowering, going beneath her waist and she could not help but pull back; slightly out of breath. She stared at his face with hooded eyes while she panted heavily, cheeks flustered as heat pooled between her legs and ached for more.

He was in no better state but he did not seem willing to stop as he started to guide her back towards the bed. She did not resist him even until she fell with her back on the soft mattress, pulling him on top of her.

Their lips met again and her hands started to work and remove all the unnecessary clothing from him, while his rough hands started to hitch her nightdress higher and higher; travelling from her thighs all the way to her womanhood with confident moves.

He knew her spots, he knew her favourite places to be touched and he always went for them first. His manly pride but also his manhood only grew the more she whispered and moaned his name against his lips, the more her nails dug into his skin and the wetter he felt her becoming; before he even had the chance to truly be inside of her and fully take her breath away.

Chambers of Rhaella, Red Keep - King's Landing, Crownlands - Midday

The months had passed and news quickly spread across the seven Kingdoms of not one but two pregnancies. While Rhaella's pregnancy was the first to be known, it did not draw the best of reactions; considering the child belonged to Mad Aerys.

However, it was all soon forgotten when the world found out that the Lions were expecting yet another cub to join their Pride. With the bump more noticeable after a certain stage in the pregnancy, Visenya and Tywin let the world know that she was expecting.

Once again, gifts and congratulations were given to them; many waiting to see if the Dragoness would birth yet another boy for the Lion. Of course, some wondered if things would go bad like they did with Tywin's first wife.

After all, Joanna had perished during her second birth; due to complications. So, one could not blame the world for wondering if such a curse would follow Visenya as well; considering the cockiness of Tywin that seemed to upset the gods above.

Before Visenya could prove their theories right and wrong, it was Rhaella's turn to gift the world with yet another child.

The day of the birth was a day that no one would manage to forget.

It started normally, labour pains and water breaking being the first sign. Rhaella had been laid on her bed and Visenya had been holding her hand since the beginning, even though that was hours ago.

Despite the pain and the faint blood that came out of her, the baby was not coming down at the rate it should; leaving her mother shouting in pain for hours on end. Her screams could be heard by anyone passing in front of the closed doors of her Chambers while outside, a sudden storm had settled.

The wind howled and lightning cracked across the sky, often timed with the screams of the woman who was trying to bring life into this world. The rain fell heavily, threatening to flood the streets of King's Landing while the waves of the Blackwater Bay grew tall and clashed against the walls of the city.

Visenya sat on a stool by the side of her sister, holding her hand tightly while trying to speak encouraging words to her. She hated seeing her in pain, she hated hearing her cries and the more the baby was delayed... the more she feared her dream would come true for the worst.

She was not really a religious person but even she had her moments. As Rhaella's tummy was growing, she had prayed to the 14 Valyrian Gods for help and to keep her sister safe; long having chosen to believe in the gods of her ancestors and not the ones of the invaders.

She prayed to Aegarax, the creator, to bless her sister with a healthy child and protect her.

She prayed to Balerion, the death god, not to take her sister from her yet.

She prayed to Meleys, the goddess of fertility, to protect her sister and help with the birthing progress.

She prayed to Tessarion, the healer, to help her sister survive and heal her from the pains caused by her until the baby would come.

At last, after what felt like an eternity; the cries of a baby reached her ears and she dared to open her eyes. Lifting her head from the praying position she was in, she looked as if a wet nurse wrapped the bloody baby in a cloth and proceeded to clean it.

The cries of the child were loud, echoing in the crowded room while the storm outside continued to rage.

"It is a girl" Val said and Visenya could not help but smile.

She glanced at her sister, only for her smile to disappear just as quickly as it had appeared.

Rhaella was pale and weak, her skin shade matching her hair. Her violet eyes were dull and her breathing seemed laboured, while her head could barely be held up. Blood continued to come from her by the gallons, being absorbed by the white bed sheets beneath her tired body.

Just as she had seen it in her vision Visenya felt her heart stopping for a moment.

"Val!" She shouted his name, drawing the attention of the Maester at her.

When his eyes landed on the body of the former Queen, he also paled and panic spread into the room... they were losing her.

[A/N] - Gods, it has been too long since I wrote a smutty scene between those two 😅. I hope I have not lost my touch and the scene came good.

Also, for all of you from the previous book who wanted Visenya to have another child... wish granted! And yes, I did choose to leave you with a cliffhanger. Sorry, not sorry 😁

P.S. Do not forget to let me know in the comments what you think. But most importantly, let me hear your ideas for plots for this book cause I don't have many at the moment and your imagination is just...chef's kiss!