The Shadow Queen of Tywin Lannister

XLVII. A Lion Still Has Claws

King's Landing, CrownLands - The following Night after the Incident with Joffrey

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The sun had set above the CrownLands, the sky now dark and filled with stars. Trystan was in his chambers, busy writing a letter to his mother. After witnessing how far Joffrey would go, he felt that she needed to know.

He knew that she was not going to come and neither would his father, not without Jaime. Yet, the young Lion found it was time to let them know of a few things that were happening while they were leading the war.

Halfway through his letter, his door was forced open and a very angry Cersei marched into the room. With a heavy sigh, the Lion stood up and walked slowly to meet her halfway; already expecting her.

"You dare side yourself with that monster?" she hissed, the two of them now standing in front of one another. "You are meant to serve Joffrey, your King. Not go behind his back and bring Tyrion to humiliate him" she continued, arching her head up due to their height difference.

Despite her fit, the young knight did not show to be affected by her behaviour; already smelling the wine coming from her breath. "I am serving the Kingdom, dear sister. I support Joffrey and my loyalty lies with him but I cannot turn a blind eye to some of his psychopathic actions. I did to many others but he drew the line at the Throne Room" he said, speaking rather freely and without truly concerning himself with how he would categorize the boy.

"You stupid boy" she laughed, mostly from annoyance and some pity. "You have your eyes on that little whore, don't you?" she asked and even though Trystan did not show it, she knew she was right. "Is this why you helped her? Did she promise you her maidenhood?"

The way she spoke of Sansa did test Trystan's self-control and he had to place both hands behind his back, to hide his fists and remain calm; or as calm as he could be. In the end, it was he who looked at her with pity and even faint mockery. "You do not see it, do you?" he asked her and shook his head faintly. "Of course you don't. You never could see anything past your own vanity" he continued.

"You little..." Cersei spat and lifted her hand to slap him, only for him to grab her wrist and stop her.

His eyes darkened dangerously upon seeing the lifted long nailed hand that was directed his way. Then, his predatory gaze fell upon his sister; who started to feel worried for a moment.

In seconds, he had pushed her hand to the side and twisted it in a way that made her feel a sharp pain coming from it. The force and movement made her stumble forward and on his chest before his other hand grabbed the base of her jaw to keep her head stable; while he stared her down.

"You really think you can hit me? Come on, Cersei, you are smart enough to remember that" he said, his tone mocking her before his full expression turned lethal serious. "But since you cannot see it, I will help you. I do not have any feelings for the Stark Girl. However, I remember one thing" he started, making sure to emphasize certain words to ensure the message could pass through. "You lost the other Stark girl, you let Joffrey kill Ned Stark and they have Jaime. She is our last resort in this war. As long as she is our prisoner, Jaime lives. If worse is to come, her words might save our heads and our lives" he continued and brought his face a little lower, his grip on her jaw increasing. "So, unless you wish your children to become fatherless; I suggest you remember why that girl is of importance"

With a push, he released her and watched her stumble a few steps back. She was frozen in shock and slight fear and he simply watched her, whatever darkness had surfaced was long gone now.