The Vengeful Lion of House Lannister

Author Note- hey, trying some new things, as far as writing goes. Using my phone to write chapters while out on the field. Also check out my other new fan-fic; The Emperor in the Shadows. It's a darker AU Peter Parker story. Not a Spider-Man story.

Tywin Lannister PoV

Three nights prior to the beginning of the King'sTorney-

The night's chill lingered in the air, torches flickered on the winding streets. Revelry echoed through the inns and taverns, drunken small folk made merry while the Lords and Knights feasted.

I, however, paid no mind to the festivities. I had no interest in jests or songs as i made my way back to my manse for a meeting that it qouldnt be wise to keep back in the Red Keep. Waiting for me in the sitting room was Melinna Cargyll.

She rose to greet me, smoothing her elegant dress. At a glance, she was an unimpressive figure—mid-forties, buxom, her hair a mix of brownish blonde streaked with gray. She for all her years, had a refined air to her. Her looks were still above average.

Yet i knew better than to judge on appearances alone. Melinna's value lay in her desperation and her connections, both of which made her a useful tool.

Melinna Cargyll had long grown accustomed to a certain level of luxury and status as a noble. Even after her husband the previous Lord Cargyll had passed more than 10 years ago. She had since squandered what little wealth he had left to her.

Her son now grown, had married and returned to the family keep to manage what little lands they had in the Crownlands. Her youngest daughter was a lady in waiting to Prince Duncan's wife, Lady Jenny.

She had made the mistake of allowing a knight who had been sworn to her husband to take control of a property near the street of silk. He opened a brothel and for the first year gave her half the profits.

Realizing how destitute she really was and aware of her prideful she was, he stopped paying her. He even dared her to petition the King to have her property returned. For the last year she had been forced to sell off what belonging she had remaining to maintain appearances at court.

Her plan was to eventually find a new wealthy husband. But once again, her pride wouldn't allow her to marry just any minor noble. She had been born the daughter of a landed knight and got lucky with her husband.

She was now aiming to get lucky twice as she had tried to seduce Lord Fowler but as I heard from the man himself, she was entertaining at best.

At the time when Robar had been appointed Lord Confessor and I had began looking into properties to use as bases, her property near the street of silk had caught my attention.

The knight had sense allowed the brothel to run down, choosing to indulge in debauchery. Once I became aware of the circumstances surrounding the property, it took nothing to kidnap and torture the knight until he spilled all of the details.

Next Lady Cargyll had been brought to the basement of an abandoned house in flea bottom that acted as a black sight. Face to face with myself and the now bloodied and disfigured knight that had seized her property, I gave her a choice; serve me and I would pay her a stipend and a cut from the brothel profits.

I would also help her improve her standing at court as long as it didn't conflict with my interest. The other option was for me to out her publicly and everyone would know she was now broke and she would have to return to her son in the Crownlands.

Her pride would never let her loose what little status at court she had gained over the years. She agreed and now was at my beck and call. I surmised that she also saw benefit in ingratiating herself with me.

"Lady Cargyll," I said, my voice calm but commanding, "I trust you've been well since our last meeting."

Melinna offered a curtsy, though her movements were awkward. "As well as I can be, my lord. I'm honored to be in your presence once more." With 'Observation' I could tell that she was very apprehensive about being so close to me after the last time we met.

"Sit," I instructed, gesturing to a three seater couch as we entered my solar. As she sat, instead of taking my seat behind my desk, I took a chair and placed it next to her. Robar noded silently and exited the door and closed it behind him. He would be just outside within earshot. Melinna also noted my closeness as well as Robar's departure.

Once seated, Melinna clasped her hands together, her nerves evident. I handed her a cup of Arbour Gold to calm her nerves before taking my seat. I studied her for a moment, then leaned forward slightly. "Tell me," I began, "how goes your work with Lady Ellyn and Lord Velaryon?"

Melinna hesitated, but only briefly. She had understood not to waste my time. "The plan is progressing as you anticipated, my lord. Lady Ellyn has… taken to Lord Velaryon with great enthusiasm. They've been meeting regularly, and I hear their encounters have been quite passionate."

My expression remained impassive, but inwardly, I was most satisfied with her words. "And does Lord Velaryon suspect anything?"

"None," Melinna assured me. "He's utterly enchanted with her. I believe he thinks he's controlling the situation, when in truth…" She let the implication hang in the air.

I nodded. "Good. That is precisely what I hoped to hear. Now, we move to the next phase."

Melinna tilted her head, her brow furrowing. "The next phase?" She asked in a measured tone, while now feeling a little less tense and sipping her wine.

I steepled my fingers, and looking into her eyes,  gauging her response. "Word must reach Lord Velaryon that his sister, was under consideration for a match with the Crown Prince's son Aerys." Aethan Velaryon's sister was a maiden of 10 and 4 name days with the platinum hair and deep blue almost purple eyes of Okd Valyria.

Melinna's face paled. "But my lord, that would—"

"It will force him to reconsider any plans he had with Lady Ellyn," I interrupted, my tone firm. "The prospect of elevating his house through the king's favor will outweigh any lust he holds for her. He will cast her aside without hesitation."

Melinna nodded slowly, though doubt lingered in her eyes. "And what would you have me do?"

"You will begin spreading rumors," I said, his voice low but deliberate. "The whispers must suggest that Lady Ellyn allowed Lord Velaryon to bed her in exchange for a marriage pact, but that he has since turned his attentions toward the crown. The scandal will be devastating to both parties."

Melinna's mouth opened, then closed again as she struggled to process the instruction. "I..., if they discover that I'm the source of these rumors—"

"They won't," I said coolly. "You will spread the whispers subtly, through intermediaries. And when the rumors inevitably reach Lord Velaryon and Lady Ellyn, I will ensure they believe the source to be me."

Melinna blinked, clearly bewildered. "But… why would you take credit for such a scheme? Would that not invite their wrath upon you?"

I kept my face neutral as I used a hint of 'Intimidate' in my gaze, my face was devoid of warmth. "Conflict creates opportunities, Lady Cargyll." Lord Velaryon is too ambitious, and I rather nip him in the bud before he becomes a problem. I would rather neutralize him now. " Lord Velaryon is overly ambitious and as for Lady Ellyn… consider it a lesson in humility."

Melinna swallowed hard. "I see. And… and you're certain this will not bring harm to me?"

"You will not be harmed," I said firmly now utilizing and mixing 'Inspire' and 'Deception'. "Your role in this is crucial, but it will remain hidden. Do as I instruct, and your position will only improve."

Melinna hesitated once more, then nodded. "As you command." She said, finishing the wine I had offered her.

Ellyn Reyne. The name itself stirred a quiet fury in me. For years, she had treated the Lannisters with disdain, her haughty demeanor a constant reminder of the Reynes' arrogance.

Her beauty and wit had won her admirers, she had grown accustomed to having her way. I would not allow her to remain unchecked. Even if the future of the Reynes and Tarbeck was extinction, I would lay the ground work for when it was my time to strike.

As for Lord Velaryon, I had no patience for the man's vanity or ambition. Aethan Velaryon fancied himself untouchable, but I would show him the folly of underestimating a Lannister—even one so young.

I 'Observed' now that her face had grown slightly flushed, her eyes unfocused. My alchemical skill had recently increase and I had recently experimented and completed a new concoction. It was a psychoactive agent, eliciting calmness, easily persuaded and also arousal.

It was something I had great hope to see application for my intelligence operatives as well as with a slight twek, torture and interrogation.

After a minute in thought i notice that she had not yet attempted to move from her seat."Now, one last thing before you leave,take off your clothes." I said, now back to 'Intimidate', she froze as she comprehended what as I said.

This was a test, to see how much she would resist. No matter how much she was afraid of me, she wouldn't be so easily bullied. Yet with the drug I had placed into her wine, I saw her resolve break down.

" I want to see how much you are willing to follow mu commands." I continued.

With hesitation, she stammered. " Pl. Please my lord, I'm a lady, you cannot ask this of me." She finally responded.

"So what if you are a lady, did you not agree to serve me. I am not asking you to do something you've never done before. Remember you now serve me and I wish to understand you full capabilities, I would not ask you to do this for mere entertainment." My voice cold, 'Intimidate' slowly rising in intensity as I spoke. I wanted to see how much I could pressure her without you any physical force.

She slowly stood, and began to unbutton the back of her dress. Each button met with some hesitation. As she finished she slowly let the dress slip off her shoulders to the floor. Her pale skin, her curves and her smallclothes now bathed in the amber light from the hearth.

" Take off the smallclothes." I added, lessening 'Intimidate' but keeping my voice commanding.

Slowly she followed my instruction and with her last shred of decency, her small clothes fell to the floor. Now she was completely naked for my eyes to see. I took in her mature body, her full breasts covered by her hand and her shapely hips and her womanhood covered by her other hand.

Before she could became to anxious or she got cold feet from the feeling of  being completely nake infront of me I gave her my next command, with a mixture of 'Inspire' and 'Deception '. " You done well, I believe that you are sincere in your agreement to serve me."

I could see the wave of relief wash over her, some of the tension release. " Now, get back dressed. Also this is for you." I said as I now rested a small coin purse on the couch, inside was more than a hundred silver stags and a few gold dragons. I was the first of her stipend together with a cut of the money from the brothel.

In truth I had paid most of it out of my pocket, but I viewed it as reinforcing good behaviour. I would have equally have punishe bad behavior but fortunately it hadn't come to that.

As she hastily got dressed I stood and approached her. She froze as I reached out and fixed a strand of her hair that had been out of place. I looked into her unsteady gaze, her skin now completely flush as the effects of the drugs had grown stronger.

" If you would like, I can make sleeping arrangements for you here, it is quite late and it's cold outside." Before I could finish, she lunged forward and placed her lips over my own, forcing her tongue into my mouth. It was as if a dam had broken and all her lust overflowed.

She didnt hesitate as she shrugged off her unbuttoned clothes. She grabbed my hands and pulled it to her breast and her soaking wet slit. As she finally pulled back form the kiss she looked into my eyes. " Please my lord, fuck me!" Was all she could say.

My newest concoction had been successful.