"Is everything alright?"
Tywin questioned in a hushed tone when he seen Hellen and her sister return to the table. Hellen gave him a small poliet smile and a nod.
"Just plotting against our enemies like true Lannisters."
Tywin looked at Hellen for a moment before he caught his lips trying to curl upward. But Hellen seen it. Hellen seen him fighting his smile. And then, it was in that single moment, he couldn't help but chuckle.
The small noise caused Kevan to glance shocked at the man. But Tywin ignored his brothers baffled gaze and focused instead on his new wife. He folded his hands over his knee while still fighting his smile.
"True Lannisters? We've just married and your sister has yet. But you're already acting as one."
"Do I sense... pride from you my King?"
Tywin blinked slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. It was as if the two of them were in their own little world and they were the only ones that mattered. Everyone else, well, to them there was nobody else.
"I'm a Lannister, my Queen, we're all prideful."
This time it was Hellens turn to grin and chuckle. And that's when it dawned on her. He was flirting with her. Tywin Lannister was trying to woo her. And it seems that Hellen wasn't the only one to notice.
"Perhaps it is time for the bedding ceremony?"
Cersei questioned her gaze looming from the end of the table. She had returned shortly before Hellen and her sister. Tywin sighed deeply through his nostrils. Annoyance. Hellen was able to spot it easily now.
"It has been a rather trying day. Perhaps rest is needed."
Hellen said placing her hand over her stomach to remind Tywin what might rest within her. His eyes flickering from her hand to her eyes. The one side of his lips twitched upward.
"There will be no ceremony, but we shall retire."
Tywin said standing to his feet. He rose to his feet and took Hellen's hand and for a brief moment, Hellen noticed a softness to his gaze.
One that she had never seen before.
Slowly opening her eyes, Hellen was met with the morning light peering through the window of their room. She sighed deeply, inhaling the sweet bold sent of Tywin's naked body that held her.
She couldn't help but smile as she laid there along side of him, he held her tightly. They had sex last night as they had managed to put each other into the mood and then retired for the night afterwards.
Now waking up together was something all too familiar yet different.
Hellen was officially Queen.
She was Queen and he was her King.
It was strange. Not long ago Hellen had been completely against the idea altogether. She wanted no part in ruling. She wanted no part in the marriage except to protect her sister.
And now as she laid there beside Tywin she couldn't help but feel something swelling inside her - and not the suspected child.
No it was an emotion that she had never had. A swelling in her chest. A true happiness that she couldn't describe.
Slowly slipping out of bed Hellen sighed deeply the cold morning air hitting her naked body. She shivered as she walked quietly across the room to the bowl where she would wash her face.
Pouring the water into the bowl she dipped her hands into the icy water and splashed it upon her face. Her body shivered. Opening her eyes she glanced in the mirror before her seeing Tywin's sleeping form still under the sheets.
She smiled softly before dipping her head back down and splashing more water onto her face. When she opened her eyes this time, however, Hellen did not see the peaceful scene as before.
Her eyes widened as she yelled out, seeing a stranger dressed in all black wearing only a mask.
The same mask her last attacker had worn.
Her scream awoke Tywin with a startle as he witnessed the black figure rush his wife. She stepped to the left just in time to miss the dagger that lunged for her stomach.
"Guards! Guards!"
Tywin bellowed out as he climbed out of bed with such a quickness for a man his age it was unbelievable. Tywin rushed for his sword that he kept close to the bed all while Hellen was rushed again, but this time grabbed the mask man by the wrists as he slammed her into the marble pillar.
"Who are you!"
She screamed kicking him best she could while keeping the dagger away from her body. The man said nothing, merely hissing and grunting as he attempted to plunge the steely blade into the side of her throat.
"Hellen!"
Tywin yelled out rushing the attacker with his sword. It was only when the masked man grabbed Hellen just right and swung her around to face Tywin, did he stop his attack.
Hellen gasped and attempted to claw at the man who held her, blade to her throat now. Tywin's burning gaze could have set the man on fire, bursting into flames, if only that was true enough.
"Release her."
He ordered. The man didn't say or make a motion to do as Tywin ordered.
So there they stood, Tywin and Hellen both naked as the day they were born, in a stand off against someone who was trying to kill her. And it was painfully obvious to all of them as the seconds ticked away.
The guards weren't coming.
"I won't say it again."
Tywin growled. The intent to kill was radiating from him. If he had his opening, he would surely take it.
"You will listen closely, Lannister."
The man finally spoke. His voice deep. Someone into their years of age from the sound of it. Hellen stood there and inhaled deeply, grasping on to the man's arm tightly, blade pressed against her neck.
"You give my master what they wish and the girl lives."
He threatened. Tywin's gaze flickered between the masked man and Hellen. Her eyes narrowed as she gridded her teeth and struggled again against his hold.
"Go to hell you bastard."
She managed to growl through clenched teeth which lead to the hold against her throat tightening. She whined, grasping for air as his forearm put more pressure against her airway.
"Careful, girl, you are in no room to speak."
"Release her and we will discuss your master's wishes in the proper manner."
Tywin spoke out, attempting to put the attention back on him. The man through the mask peered at Tywin, a smirk coming to his lips viewable through the half mask he wore.
"You still believe you're in control. What powers does a naked man have? A naked man whose woman is being held by a knife. No, Lannister, you listen to me -- "
The man grunted at the end. The wind knocked out of him as Hellen took her elbow and plowed it into his ribs while he was distracted by Tywin. She managed to break free of his hold and drop out of the way giving Tywin the opportunity to charge forward with his sword.
Swinging the blade Tywin attempted to drop it through the man's skull but missed when he lifted his own small blade upward. Jumping back, the man turned on his heels and escaped through the open window, jumping.
Tywin's eyes widened as he raced for the window and peered out seeing nobody and no trace of the attacker.
"Fuck!"
Tywin yelled turning around and seeing Hellen holding her throat. Blood slipped through her fingers from her escape. The blade had nicked the skin, but nothing more.
"Hellen are you alright?"
Tywin questioned quickly as he came to her side with her nightgound that was discarded not far from her. She gasped and slipped it over her head, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes from the terror that shook through he body.
"Why did the guards not come! Where were the guards Tywin!"
She cried seeing the shocked look upon his face. It seemed he did not have the answers, nor did he have the answer as to how the man had managed to get into their chambers without anyone knowing.
Regardless, he now knew somewhat like this assassin looked and sounded like. It was time to take action.
It was time for these childish games to come to an end.