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The Lion Lord and the Little Wolf Girl	By : White Glove Literature Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 27883 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones, nor do I make money from this story.
Chapter 9
Kevan stumbled into the Tower of the Hand, tired, dirty and disheveled. The search parties had scoured the Kingswood for 18 hours straight, determined to leave no stone unturned. So far, they had found nothing but an abandoned campsite and a trail of hoofprints leading away towards the West. The Gods only knew who had taken the Stark girl or where she was now. Stopping outside his brother’s solar, Kevan knocked on the door and waited, dreading the report he was about to give.
Tywin had spent the past half hour pacing back and forth in his office. Stopping for a moment he ran his hands through his thinning hair as he often did when he was troubled and no one was around to see. Several reports had come in but none of them were promising. A knock sounded on the door of his solar and he looked up.
“Yes. Who is it?” He asked loudly.
“It me Kevan.” Came the reply.
“Enter.” He called, looking up as his brother Kevan stepped into his office.
“Please tell me you have good news to share.” He said looking at Kevan.
“Well, …we found an abandoned camp near the path where the Stark girls had been known to ride. We think that whoever ambushed them had been lying in wait for them to pass by.” Kevan said.
“I see. Anything else?” Tywin asked.
“They must have known the girls liked to ride out in the mornings. Tywin, this was no coincidence. It was planned. They’ve got an inside man.” Kevan replied quietly.
“A spy? In our household? Who would dare betray our house?” Tywin swore, resuming his pacing.
“There’s more, Tywin. They left a trail leading Northwest, towards the Reach.” Kevan said, casting a worried glance at his brother.
“The Tyrells? Would they really be so bold as to abduct a Lannister bride?” Tywin thought to himself. Turning he looked at his brother. “Who else knows about this?” He asked.
“I found the trail myself. The only people with me were loyal soldiers sworn to House Lannister.” Kevan replied.
“Good. Make sure they keep their mouths shut. We can’t afford to hurl accusations at our allies right now when the war is still going on and the realm is unstable.” Tywin said, turning to sit at his desk.
“But Tywin, what if they really did take the Stark girl? You yourself said Lord Tyrell was plotting to marry Sansa Stark to his heir. What if they decided to steal her away to the Reach? She is one of the most eligible ladies in Westeros.” Kevan said.
“If they were behind the abduction why would they make it so obvious by leaving a trail to the Reach? What if someone else is behind the abduction and intends to pit us against our allies and create chaos?” Tywin asked.
Kevan paled, disturbed at the notion. “A traitor at court? Do you really think so?” He asked.
“Why should one more surprise us? Besides, we clearly have someone in our household who tipped off the kidnappers. I want you to investigate everyone here at court who knew the route the Stark girls took when they rode out into the Kingswood. Begin with our own servants and bannermen here in the Tower first. And get Varys to help you. If anyone can ferret out a traitor it’s that wretched spider.” Tywin said before standing and heading towards his chambers as Kevan rushed to carry out his brother’s instructions.
Tywin walked into his bedchambers, pausing in the doorway he looked to Arya, laying fast asleep in the bed. She had been out of sorts when her sister was taken. Despite her head injury, she insisted on joining the search. Tywin relieved at having her back, safe and sound, refused to let her leave his side to return to the Kingswood. Furious, she had yelled and cursed at him. Tywin wasn’t one to tolerate this sort of behavior, but he made an exception in her case.
He told her to rest first and promised that if she agreed to eat something to build up her strength first then he would allow her to join his brother in the search. While she sat in the bed in the hospital wing, Tywin had quietly instructed a servant to lace her food with dream wine.
When the dream wine took hold, Tywin carried her in his arms back to the Tower of the Hand and carefully tucked her into bed. He pulled a chair over to the bed and sat, watching over her as she slept. Sitting there, he began to slowly nod off.
He had been awake for a day and a half straight, and it was starting to wear him down. His eyes drifted closed and his chin came down to rest against his chest, sleep taking hold. Nearby, Arya stirred, moving to sit up in bed, she slowly gathered her wits. Turning she saw Tywin asleep in the chair. Shaking her head, she stood and threw a blanket over him.
Now that she was a little calmer, she was able to think clearly. She realized there was nothing more that she could do, that Ser Kevan and the search parties couldn’t. They knew the Kingswood better than she did. She knew Tywin was only thinking about her wellbeing, but she was still upset at him for tricking her.
Leaving the bedchamber, she walked into the parlor and picked up her favorite book from the shelf before returning to the bedchamber. She curled up on the bed, reading to take her mind off her troubles, while Tywin slept. She had been reading for a few hours when a knock came at the door. Standing she walked to the door and opened it. At the door, Kevan stood, now dressed in a clean tunic with the Lannister sigil and a pair of breeches. He smiled at her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“Have you found my sister? Where is she?” Arya asked, desperate for good news.
Kevan shook his head sadly, facing her as her hopes shattered. “We found a trail left by the kidnappers. We are following up on a few leads, Lady Arya. I promise you’ll be kept informed.” He said gently.
Arya sniffled, blinking back tears as she turned and walked back into the bedchambers, throwing herself onto the bed.
Startled by the noise, Tywin woke up and looked around. Spotting his brother in the doorway, he stood casting a glance at Arya before leading the way into his solar, Kevan following behind. The pair entered the solar and Tywin sat at his desk, wide awake and all business, his face a mask.
“Tell me you have something worthwhile to report.” He said facing his brother.
Kevan sat down in a chair in front of the desk before looking up into his brother’s eyes. “We believe, that is Varys and I, believe that the spy was one of Lady Sansa’s ladies in waiting. A girl by the name of Shae. We have interrogated her, and she confessed, after some persuasion, to tipping off a man she met in a tavern, that the Stark girls were in the habit of riding through the Kingswood each morning. She was familiar with their routes and she had a grudge against the Stark girl.” Kevan said.
“A grudge? Against Sansa Stark? What on earth could she possibly have against the Stark girl? As far as he knew she had always been the model of courtesy and polite behavior, even with her handmaidens. A perfect lady. In truth she reminded him of his late wife, Joanna. Duty and propriety had meant a lot to her. She had always been polite and generous with the servants of Casterly Rock, and they in turn had adored her.” He remembered fondly.
“Has she said who took the girl? Where they went?” Tywin asked, looking to his brother.
“According to the girl, she was one of Tyrion’s paramours. She became furious when he told her of his betrothal to Sansa Stark, and further enraged when he offered her gold to go away. We have questioned her about the identity of the man she spoke to in the tavern, but she claims not to know him. According to her, he approached her in the bar. He charmed her and bought her drinks, pressing for information about the Stark girls. She told him all she knew, and he left shortly afterwards. Varys’s birds are scouring the city for information, and the gold cloaks are rounding up all the men in King’s Landing who match the description the girl gave, for questioning.” Kevan said.
“Lock the girl in a cell for now. Once we are sure she has told us all she knows, Ser Ilyn Payne can execute her.” Tywin said.
“No! That bitch is mine. I’ll be the one to kill her for betraying my sister.” Arya swore, pushing open the door and barging into the room, clutching Needle in her hand.
Kevan jerked around to face her, and Tywin shut his eyes, breathing deeply before looking at her. “What do you think you’re doing, eavesdropping on my private meetings? Put that sword away right now.” Tywin said angrily, eyes flashing as he looked at Arya.
“You’re discussing my sister’s abduction. I have every right to listen in.” Arya said defiantly, glaring at him.
Tywin stood from his desk before turning to face his brother. “Kevan, would you excuse us? I want you to start interrogating the suspects the gold cloaks have rounded up. Come back when you have something.” He said.
Nodding Kevan excused himself and left the room, leaving an angry Arya and a seething Tywin behind. When the door closed, Tywin fixed his gaze on Arya as he walked around the desk. Sensing his mood suddenly change for the worse, she backed up slowly, Needle falling from her grasp and clanging against the stone floor. Turning she tried to run, but Tywin caught up to her in two quick strides. Picking her up he carried her back inside before setting her down, bending her over the desk in his solar, easily blocking her feeble attempts to escape.
Pinning her down, he tugged her breeches down, along with her small clothes, leaving her naked from the waist down.
“Apparently you need another lesson, girl.” He said angrily.
Remembering her last punishment, Arya began to panic, shaking her head and pleading with him. “I’m sorry, my lord. Please let me go.” She begged as he raised his hand, bringing it down hard on her upturned rear, bringing tears to her eyes as she tried to squirm away. “At least he isn’t using the belt this time.” She thought as he delivered blow after blow to her backside.
Remembering the events that followed her last punishment, Arya felt her body heat up aroused by the pain and the memory of the last time her lord had punished her in this manner. She felt a twinge of excitement racing through her as she recalled the first time her lord had made use of her mouth. She whimpered softly, her hips bucking, pushing her backside against his hand as her arousal grew, the dampness building between her legs as she yearned for her lord’s embrace.
Tywin paused, looking at her as she squirmed, angling her rear so his blows landed easier. She moaned softly, and he shook his head, stepping back as she sat up on his desk, looking at him. Half-naked on his desk, she parted her legs, a fake pout on her face, his cock twitched. “This is supposed to be a punishment, Arya.” He said looking at her.
“Then make it one.” She smirked.
Tywin lifted her off the desk and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her towards their bedchambers as she laughed. He dropped her gently onto the bed before unfastening his breeches, freeing his cock as he stood in front of her. Leaning forward, Arya stroked his shaft, taking the head of his cock between her lips, she teased her tongue along the tip before taking him deeper into her mouth.
Closing his eyes, Tywin moaned and gripped the sides of her head guiding her movements as she sucked him, her saliva coating his cock. Pulling out of her mouth, Tywin pushed her onto her hands and knees, moving behind her he sat on the bed, he teased a finger inside her rear, thrusting the digit in and out of her.
“W…what are you doing, Tywin? N…no, not that hole. Wait.” She protested, but Tywin ignored her, yanking her small clothes and breeches off he tossed them to the floor, holding her still as he added a second finger, flexing the digits as he fingered her backside, slowly opening her up for his cock.
Arya squirmed uncomfortable, trying to wiggle out of his grasp but he held her steady, pushing a third finger inside, he shook his head, looking down at her. “I have to make this a punishment, or you’ll never learn, my love.” He said.
Arya made a face, sticking her tongue out at him. Shaking his head at her antics, Tywin moved behind her, rubbing his cock across her soft lower lips, her juices mixing with the saliva on his cock, he pressed the head of his cock against her backside, slowly pushing forward into her rear, as she grimaced slightly, biting her lip as her lord eased himself further into her bowels.
Tywin moaned softly, his hands on her hips. She was so tight, milking his cock, making his head spin and he was only halfway in. Tywin paused, steadying himself before thrusting his hips forward, inching deeper into her. Beneath him Arya gripped the bedsheets, eyes shut tight as she struggled to accommodate this new intrusion. Behind her, Tywin had buried himself to the hilt inside her before stopping allowing her to relax and adjust.
After a few minutes, she relaxed rocking her hips back on his cock, encouraging him to continue. Gripping her slender hips, Tywin took her hard and fast, his hips slamming roughly against the back of her thighs, moaning her name over and over. His mind clouded with lust, he thrust himself into her over and over becoming rougher with her, deaf to her pleas as he took his pleasure from her. Panting heavily, his brow covered in sweat from his exertions, his cock swelled inside her and he grunted as he painted her bowels white with his seed.
He moved beside her on the bed, his breathing returning to normal as Arya curled up against his chest, wincing as she moved. Tywin wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight against him as she pouted. “You could have been a little gentler, you know.” She said, her head laying on his chest, sniffling quietly.
Tywin shook his head, reaching up to brush away her tears. “Ah, but that would only encourage you. Besides I thought you liked it rough.” He replied softly, bringing a crimson color to her cheeks. Arya hid her face in his chest, an embarrassed wine escaping her lips as she swatted his arm.
“You’re such a jerk, Tywin.” She said, pouting cutely.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. But I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He said, tilting her chin up to look at him.
“How?” She asked as she propped herself up on his chest.
“Well, the preparations for the wedding are still in place. The food, the cake, the entertainers, the decorations, the High Septon, the noble families from the Westerlands, everything has been neatly arranged. But with recent events, it will all go to waste, unless…” He trailed off as he looked at her, cupping her chin, his thumb brushing along her lips as she stared into his eyes, comprehension slowly dawning.
“You mean… Tywin are you asking me to marry you?” She asked, a smile slowly forming on her face.
“I am indeed if you’ll have me.” He replied.
“Well, that depends,” She said, a playful grin on her face as she toyed with a strand of her hair.
“Depends… On what?” He asked, looking at her.
“Will I have to wear a dress?” She asked, making a face.
“Of course.” He said, exasperated.
“Well…I suppose you’re worth it. Fine. I’ll marry you.” She said.
“Gee, I’m glad you could make the extra effort.” He said, rolling his eyes.
Arya giggled softly as Tywin pinned her beneath him on the bed, leaning in and capturing her lips in a kiss. The rest of the night was spent in passionate embraces, kisses, and cuddling before finally, exhausted, the pair drifted off to sleep.
TBC
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