Lannister Camp - Somewhere in the borders between RiverLands & WesterLands - 2 days since Robert's Hunt
True to their plan and words, Visenya and Tywin had made their moves. Despite Eddard's efforts to hunt down the Mountain for his attacks in the RiverLands, the Lannister forces defended the mad dog and shed the first blood in the fight between Lannisters and Starks.
Slowly, the Lions spread but did not make any move yet. They did wait, to see if the King would dare to interfere with the RiverLands and try to attack them first; which would then justify the Lion's attacking back as self-defence.
The time was passing slowly, their forces only growing as the plan kept unfolding and branching. While they could not truly plan every detail of it, they tried their best to cover most unexpected interferences that could take place.
The fact remained, though, that Tyrion had yet to be freed and thus no peace could come any time soon; for even if the dwarf was released, the Lions did request payback for the insult against their house.
It was nightfall above the camp and Tywin with Visenya were in their tent. Far bigger than the ones of common soldiers, it had more than the necessities for the days they spent away from Casterly Rock.
Both had removed their armours, choosing to be in tunics and pants for better comfort and flexibility. If an attack were to take place, they could fight without it worst-case scenario but they had doubts it would ever come to that.
Visenya drank some wine from her cup, her back turned to her husband as he was busy reading the latest letter from King's Landing. Robert had returned from the hunt gravely injured, having been saved from the boar by Trystan; who was given basic honours for his bravery.
"An ironic turn of events for justice to be served" Tywin commented as he left the letter on his desk, referring to the fact that Robert loved to hunt and was rather good at it; and yet he was close to death because of it but while also implying something else.
"Gods do have a twisted and rather cruel sense of humour" Visenya commented as she emptied her goblet and placed it on the table, leaning faintly at the back of a chair as she moved her neck to get rid of any stiffness from spending hours above a map.
Tywin scoffed. "l truly doubt the gods had a role in any of that," he said, slowly walking her way.
Visenya noticed the changes in the shadows from the corner of her eyes and heard his confident steps.
"What other evidence there is except for the markings of the boar, the true culprit behind it"
"Robert might have been a fool but he was an experienced hunter. He wouldn't fight a boar alone or simply stand in front of it and not react when it charged at him"
Visenya turned her body, coming face to face with Tywin as he stopped in front of her. It was evident that he knew something more and so did she, yet none of the parties openly accused the others.
Tension started to grow between them as none refused to back down, standing tall and confident against one another.
"He grew rusty and fat, like most men on the throne. It should be expected that one day he would not be as good in the hunt as he used to be"
Suddenly, Tywin lunged forward with a darkened expression and grabbed her neck. Tighter than usual, he kept his grip stable and pushed her back; forcing her to press her lower back against the table and lean faintly back.
"And all it took was for one person to take that chance to cover their tracks" he pointed out, narrowing his eyes. "l believe I have made it clear before that I do not tolerate being left out, Visenya" he warned.
The Dragoness kept staring at him, trying her best not to be intimidated by the sudden aggression or temper. After all, it was her plan and her personal mission to take down Robert; she didn't have to truly tell anyone.
"It wasn't of importance to you, with Tyrion kidnapped and all. I waited years for that opportunity and I took it when it presented itself to me"
Her admitting to the secrecy and her silent plan that she had for years, did not please him. Instead, it seemed to worsen his temper and he started to squeeze his strong fingers against her delicate neck.
He could feel every beat of her heart pulsating against them, every struggle to take big chunks of air but failing as he started to restrict her airflow; just a bit. The force was enough that would leave a mark on her skin if this continued.
"By taking big risks of being found, setting a lot of mywork in danger due to your quest for revenge" he said and watched as her hands moved around his wrist by instinct.
He felt her fingers trying to ease his grip but failing, the position alone and his anger giving him an advantage. He had pressed her further back and she had to arch her back, in an attempt to pull her neck away from his hands and free herself but failing.
He kept staring into his eyes, her unique amber eyes open wider by the sudden attack as she looked at him. She did not show fear, but there was faint worry because she knew she was walking on a very thin sheet of ice at the moment.
One might say Tywin was overreacting or should justify her choices after what Robert did to her. He understood her need for revenge but he would not risk his life's work for an emotion-blinded plan that was orchestrated by a single person with a vendetta.
"Do not ever think of moving behind my back like that, again" he warned her.
Despite the warnings, despite the position they were in or his hand so close to cutting her air intake for good; Visenya felt defiance spreading in her chest and even warmth between her legs.
She found this dangerous and serious anger of his, attractive; seeing how easily he made his threats without truly trying. She felt pride knowing she could draw such reactions from him and also knowing he would never truly harm her badly or hit her.
He was not that kind of man with her, no matter how much she tested her luck with him.
In addition, she felt the need to remind him of her place. He was not the only one with power in the room and they both knew it. She was not one to obediently nod her head when someone ordered her to do something.
She had spent far too many years doing that for men beneath her, men stupider than her. She only accepted the man she saw as equal but even then she had limits and maybe even stupidly brave moments of defiance.
"Or else what?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips despite all the clear warnings.
A wise person would have apologised or backed down but not her. She was a Targaryen and she always faced danger head-on, never running from it; never giving up without a fight.
She felt him pressing her further back and up, eventually forcing her to sit at the edge of the table as he moved to stand between her parted legs; their bodies now much closer to one another.
He kept pressing her back and she had to let go of his wrist and place both palms on the table to ensure she wouldn't fall with her back on it. If she dared to allow that, she knew she would have lost that game and she was not going to give it to him; not that easily at least.
He brought his face closer to hers, not once letting go of her throat as it was his way of ensuring she would not make any stupid move. Like a collar around her neck, he was in control of her at that moment whether she truly liked to admit it or not.
"You know exactly what" he said in a huskier tone, his breath reaching her lips but there was a single inch of space between their mouths.
Visenya immediately stared into the very close proximity of his lips, desire taking control and trying to push her head just a tad forward to kiss him. However, he did expect her move and kept resistance with his hand; keeping her at bay to torturously feel his breath so close but not being able to touch his lips.
It was at that moment when he made it clear that he was not going to give her what she wanted that easily, no matter how much she chose to try her luck and press his buttons until he reacted.
"Next time you plan something without me...make sure I don't figure it out" he warned her one last time and pulled himself back just a bit.
He kept his hand around her neck but relaxed his grip, already seeing the red marks of his fingers imprinted on her soft skin. He kept looking at her down, his breathing quiet while hers started to change now that she could finally breathe normally.
He felt the stiffness in his pants, the whole position and body proximity having affected him but he fought his desires; for he refused to lose his point. He was stronger than them, stronger than her and anything else.
Or so he thought because his Dragoness still had the fire burning within her.
She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him even closer, to the point only thin fabrics separated his manhood from her privates.
"Don't worry, you won't" she told him, defiance and lust evident in her amber eyes.
Immediately, Tywin used his grip on her neck to pull her up towards him until their faces were too close. His breathing pattern started to change, his own eyes darkening with lust and desire as he took notice of her faint flushed face and the pulsating heat gathering between their legs.
Sexual tension started to rise between them, the thinnest of self-control being what kept them back from having one another there on the table; not caring if they were in the middle of a battlefield with soldiers all around them.
However, the moment was interrupted as the folds of the tent were pushed open. The sound made both of them turn, for a moment having forgotten how easily one could enter their tent and catch them in the act.
Thankfully for them, the person that had entered was Kevan; who could not help but have a smug smirk on his face.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asked, trying to play it innocent but the evidence was all there.
Not a second later the two of them had put distance between them, clearing their throats and fixing their clothing.
"What is it, Kevan?" Tywin asked, trying to change the topic even though he knew his brother would not chase it; he was not Genna thankfully.
The knight lifted a new letter in his hand.
"Just arrived from King's Landing. King Robert is dead and Joffrey is the new King with Cersei as Queen Reagent" he informed them and the older lion wasted no time to snatch the letter from him.
He started to read it and Visenya moved to do the same above his shoulder, having to tiptoe faintly to succeed.
Once they had read the news, they exchanged a silent look because they knew; the winds had just changed in their favour but also brought an incoming storm faster above their heads.
Without Robert, they could move easier to take revenge on the RiverLands and get back Tyrion. However, with the spoilt Joffrey boy as King and Cersei whispering to his ear at all times; only trouble would find them.
Those two were a bad combination, especially the power-hungry and vain Lioness, who had very questionable morals; even by their standards.
Now the most important question was...how would they handle all those changes and ensure the Lannister ship would not sink during the storm?