I know many of you wish to see more interaction between Tywin and Visenya, specifically more romance and I assure you; that it is coming soon. To keep it canon and realistic, it clearly takes time but slowly from this arc and afterwards; there will be more into their relationship.
Plus, Visenya herself is quite reserved in emotions with everyone (more of it will be explored and explained as the story progresses and there will be exceptions of course), so herself doesn't chase directly or expose things as easily or as open as some others.
I do hope I portrayed Tywin accurately enough for a man like him, it is hard to truly make him show any type of affection or emotions; without having some logical reasoning behind it.
Visenya was on top of her horse, her valyrian blade singing as it slashed through the enemy as if they were paper. The sharp ancient blade was coated once again in blood, men falling victim to her attacks without anyone stopping her.
She had never been in such a battle, where all over her men fought. Her adrenaline was kicking, her senses heightened and her amber eyes constantly moved around her; watching for any sneak attacks.
It was more tiring than one would imagine, the smell of fresh blood and smoke was not helping one's head to remain fully clear. The green flames had almost fully died but the smoke had formed a cloud above them, reducing their ability to see clearly.
Suddenly, the whistling sound of an arrow was heard and she felt the sharp tip of it leaving a nice scratch on her cheek; having missed her head by a single inch. Another arrow was shot her way and she jumped to the side, falling off her saddle as the arrow would have found its mark this time.
She rolled on the ground and quickly stood up, her blade not once leaving her hand. She quickly got on the defensive, blocking the sword of an enemy before locking into combat. The only sound she could hear was that of her heart beating and the blood rushing in her veins.
Her muscles ached from the resistance she kept against each attack, the men she fought had more power than her but she had technique and a sneaky mind; fighting her way to bring down her opponents.
As she sliced the neck of a soldier, she felt his blood gashing out like a small fountain and staining her face. She turned her head to the side to avoid any more of it going into her eyes when she saw Tywin struggling.
A visible wound was on his right thigh, forcing him to limp as he kept deflecting the sword of an enemy; who kept playing dirty and tried to harm his arms. With his back turned on her, he could not see her but neither could see Bastard Pitt marching his way; sword raised.
Tywin had just managed to stab his sword through his opponent, the young man coughing blood upon his face as he was pushed off the blade; his body laying on the floor as life left his body shortly after.
His chest heaved up and down, his leg stinging but he refused to let him stop from fighting. He sensed someone behind him and as he turned, he saw Pitt ready to stab him from above.
Before he could react, someone else did.
The blur of a blade moved swiftly and fast, cutting through Pitt's head from left to right in one clean motion. The upper part of the head slid to the side first and the dead body of the Bastard Lion followed soon after.
The True Lion adverted his green eyes from the horrifying view of the body to his saviour, seeing Visenya leaning on her sword and panting. Her face was stained by blood, her armour and hair were no exception.
Yet, she had this faint smirk upon her lips as she saw him. Pushing herself off her sword, she marched his way slowly and he did the same; only that his pace had a faint limp in it.
"Never thought I would be the one saving you during a battle" she commented, for a moment not caring about the battle around them.
She was relieved to see him in one piece, having not died yet under someone's blade. Adrenaline kept rushing through her veins, her whole body was on alert and her mind was not itself; the rush of battle affecting her.
Tywin scoffed faintly but smirked as he fixed his grip on his blade. He was not used to seeing her like that, covered by blood and dirt; in the middle of battle. Yet, he would not argue that it was not fitting her.
She was a born warrior and at that time, she proudly represented the woman she was named after; without a hint of hesitation. Her amber eyes glowed with power and the rush of battle, her hands and blade coated in blood that was not hers.
She looked like a raging and bloodthirsty beast in the middle of a hunt, hungry for more prey to fall under her claws and teeth. It pleased him, seeing her like that and he was now, more than ever, certain that he had chosen well.
"The battle is not over yet, Princess. The score might change" he told her as they turned to stand back to back, their blades lifted.
"Indeed but it might as well remain the same" she commented and blocked the sword of a desperate Silver Lion that had tried to avenge his fallen leader.
However, the robber knight was meant with not only two blades resisting him; before attacking him at the same time. Too late to run away, he tried to par the Dragon and the Lion that had set up their minds to end him.
The battle ended with the few survivors of the Silver Lions surrendering. They had lost dramatically, their losses far outweighing the ones of our heroes. With their leader dead, they were quickly captured and thrown into the dungeon of Casterly Rock.
The first battle was over but trouble remained. A few men had run away and there were some, who had long deserted Pitt since they could make more money by stealing from the men in Lannisport.
So, for the next 7 days; Visenya and Tywin made sure to eradicate the problem. The men, who resisted perished under the blades of Targaryen and Lannister soldiers while those who surrendered found themselves thrown into the cells; and held as prisoners.
After those 7 days passed, things had finally calmed down and the men were allowed to celebrate. Their losses were existent but were minimal, inside the range Visenya had calculated when she formed her plan.
After all those days of travelling and then fighting, the men were more than happy to celebrate. Dragons and Lions sat at the same table or around the same fire, laughing and talking while wine was being served without stopping.
The only ones not celebrating were the two masterminds that represented the two houses.
Visenya, specifically, had found herself in one of the upper stone yards of the Castle. On one of the highest floors that allowed for such designs, the wind blew and the waves could be heard crashing against the cliff.
The smell of spraying salty droplets had reached her nose, some of those droplets being carried by the winds enough to land on her face and arms. Dressed in a black long-sleeved dress with a golden neckline and the design of red dragons on it, she had not brought any cloak with her for she had chosen to take a walk outside for a moment.
Yet, the raging forces of nature around her and the unique sight of the dark sea matching the sky above had captivated her. It reminded her of Dragonstone, although the sea was different there and so was the place she lived in.
Casterly Rock was a beauty, made of marble and white stone standing out against its surroundings. It stood tall and proud like the family whose banners were hung from every wall and whose members resided there.
With such a view and beauty, Visenya found herself emptying her mind and closing her eyes. The sounds and smell soothed her and she enjoyed every moment, for she knew it would soon be replaced by the walls of the Red Keep and the stinky scent of King's Landing.
The adrenaline of the battle had long been gone, the blood she had carried that day washed away a few hours after their victory. Despite the men she killed whether by fire or sword, she felt no guilt or remorse.
She knew this was a war and casualties were expected. The majority of the men she fought against were paid to fight or were there for the chaos and power they could obtain. None truly had any honour and even if they did, it would not truly make much of a difference to her.
Her silent trail of thoughts and her moment of solitude was interrupted by a presence behind her; a second later, she felt the warmth of a cloak falling above her shoulders and covering most of her body.
She opened her amber eyes and turned her head to the left, seeing Tywin standing by her side. Her eyes adverted to the cloak he had spread around her, feeling the soft red material beneath her hands.
She caught a glimpse of a golden lion embroidered on it and she realised it was his cloak to begin with. While wearing the cloak of another house felt odd to her, she did not fight it. The gesture was one she appreciated and chose not to disrespect it, nor the man behind it.
"Thank you"
"I had a feeling I would find you here" Tywin said, his eyes always locked forward as they both stood close to the marble railing that prevented them from falling into the sea below.
"Pray, why is that?" she asked, glancing at him as her hands ensured the cloak would not be carried away from the winds.
"A lot of people come here when they first visit. Such view is rare, if not exclusive to Casterly Rock" he explained, his green eyes glancing at her form.
She was merely half a head shorter than him, having taken the tall genes of her father and being quite taller than the majority of women in court. Her white hair had been loose, currently being pushed back by the night winds while her pale skin was barely illuminated by the moon above them.
Her unique eyes kept glowing, the light of the torches working magic to intensify her gaze while her pink lips were in a relaxed position. His attention lingered more upon her form, seeing the red cloak of his around her body.
The red colour fitted her whether that be on clothing or the blood of her enemies after she took care of them. She stood proud by his side, the cloak held by her arms securely around her shoulders and for a moment Tywin thought of her differently.
All that time, in his eyes she had been nothing but a respectable partner. Another one that shared similar beliefs as him and wished to ensure the Realm would not succumb to endless war and chaos.
Yet, as she stood by his side with his cloak around her; he could imagine her permanently like that. Forever dressed in the colours of his house, standing by his side as they kept the Lannister name to the top and ruled from the shadow of the King.
He could imagine them standing each night in this place, observing the setting sun as they had their privacy; no need for secret meetings upon his solar or study.
Yet, as a memory of Joanna flashed into his mind; he found putting himself all those new thoughts to the side. Her death was still a sensitive topic and he was not always up to the task of facing it.
Her lips started to move and he quickly focused on her voice, trying to push behind anything else he had in his mind.
"...I will miss this view upon our return to King's Landing" she confessed.
An idea came into his mind; his mouth speaking it faster than his mind could truly process and approve it. "We depart in 3 days time. That is more than enough time for a quick visit at Lannisport" he said, making her head to look at him.
Her eyebrows were lifted up faintly in surprise, her lips forming a smile of amusement. "Are you offering to be my guide, Lord Hand?" she asked, his title being spoken with a hint of sarcasm that amused him as well.
Turning to face her, he did the faintest of bows. "If the Princess wishes so. It is my duty as Warden of the West to escort you" he said, the tinkle of amusement visible in his green eyes.
Sometimes, Tywin was not sure why he had the mood or the energy to do such things but he chose not to question it much. Her company had always been pleasant, even at his worst days and now that he was away from the chaos of the Capital, away from the spoilt King; he felt a little bit more at ease.
A little bit more at ease to be around her.
It was not a drastic difference but it did exist. In the last 7 days Tywin had started to notice and appreciate it more, something that had not gone unnoticed by his brothers; who had chosen to remain quiet but watched from the corners.
[A/N] - I have No Idea how fully Casterly Rocks looks since the movie and the TV portray it differently and there is not that much detail. Thus, I improvised a few things just to make them fit better with the story.
Also, the part of Visenya killing Pit is the same way Daemon cut in half the elder Valeryon in House of Dragon.
Generally, if one might have noticed, Visenya does have the mood and character of Daemon from time to time; especially when it comes to working against her brother and doing her own thing. He has been my inspiration, especially in the beginning, and it is my foundation when I try to write about her or the relationship she has with Aerys.