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The Shadow Queen of Tywin Lannister

Summary:

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens & Lannisters are put into question, marriage seems to be the only choice left. To his surprise, it is himself that will get married to none other than the King’s younger sister.

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Pairing: Fem!OC x Tywin Lannister Chapter Warnings: None

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Chapter 8: Help from the Dragons

The following night, Visenya paid a visit to her dear older brother in his solar. Rhaella was busy taking a bath before the Maester came and checked up on her condition, her belly swelling, and her health, which was surprisingly stable.

This allowed a small window of opportunity for Visenya, who had announced her presence to him once they were in private; wooden doors closed behind her. In her hands, she held two goblets filled with wine, and she walked towards her brother, who was busy reading a scroll.

He was not one to enjoy doing most of the paperwork or studying, always falling behind with his studies when they were younger. More than once, he had Visenya helping him, although it was never truly a request and more like a bargain.

Then, he had Tywin to handle everything for him, but now that he was gone, some of that pestering work had fallen on his shoulders, and by the 7, he did not like it.

Dressed in a fancy black silk robe with the Targaryen symbol in red on the back, he marched up and down while he kept reading, or at least was trying to, boredom evident in his eyes.

“You seem tired, My King. May I offer some Arbour wine?” she suggested, lifting the two goblets as she took a few steps towards him.

His violet eyes moved from the scroll to her face and then to the two wine goblets in her hands.

Everyone knew that Aerys loved a glass of good wine, and generally, he loved drinking and having fun and control over everything.

“Arbour wine? And pray, where did you get such wine?” he asked but put the scroll on his desk nonetheless.

He walked her way and took the goblet from her with less mannerism than was expected. He took a moment to smell the sweet aroma of the exotic tine and smirked before taking a few big sips.

“I had some being gifted to me by one of the available suitors. You will be surprised what they are willing to pay to gain your favour,” she lied effortlessly since the wine had been taken from Tywin’s personal stack.

Aerys did not seem to care much about the details as he savoured the sweet taste and emptied his goblet in one go. “Then, as your King, I order you to bring me whatever such wine had been given to you. It is a shame to hide it away,” he said with his usual cockiness, and he eyed her own goblet, from which she had barely taken a sip.

Understanding what he wanted, she handed him her goblet, and the corner of her lips lifted up to the faintest of smirks upon seeing him emptying it as well. “If Your Highness wishes, who am I to argue?” she said and took the goblet from him as she started to see the faintest haziness in his eyes.

“That’s right because...I am the King, and no one can argue with me...” he said, blinking a little more often now as he felt his vision blur slightly.

“Are you alright, your Grace? Perhaps you should lay down?” she asked him, but her voice sounded muffled by the time it reached him.

“No...yes... maybe....I...I...willlll....” he slurped and started to stumble towards the bed he had installed next to his desk, for when he brought women over to fuck them.

Visenya was by his side in seconds, supporting his bigger but skinnier frame and leading him towards the bed. By the time he laid on it, he could barely keep his eyes open. “I do believe you had too much to drink, my King,” she said as she pushed a strand of his white hair off his forehead.

“...mmm...” the king exclaimed, barely nodding. “Per...perhaps....I....did,” The last word was practically a whisper as his eyes closed fully and sleep quickly took over.

His breathing was quiet and peaceful, his chest rising and falling as he slept. His sister watched him for a minute before she moved away from the bed.

With elegant steps, she walked towards his desk and sat on the chair. From the space between her breasts, she removed a rolled-up piece of parchment. Unrolling it on the desk, amber eyes quickly scanned over the context.

The King’s handwriting had been perfectly forged by her, and the scroll was an order that allowed Visenya to gather troops and head for Casterly Rock. All she needed was to pour some red wax at the corner of his forged signature, and then the Targaryen royal insignia was pressed on it.

She blew on the wax to let it dry and left the stamp back on the desk before she stood up. Smirking to herself, she glanced at her sleeping brother and shook her head.

Sometimes, I wonder whose intelligence I have inherited. She thought and felt an annoying sensation from the same place where she had the scroll hidden.

Her long fingers passed behind her dress and soon pulled out a small glass vial, empty of its contents. She held it between two fingers and marched towards the light fireplace before she threw it in the flames, forever discarding the evidence.

Once that was done, she exited the room. As she closed the door behind her, she turned to the single guard standing outside; Selmy.

“Well?” he asked, unclear how much Visenya had informed him of her plan.

Offering her most charming smile, she turned to face him. “Enough sweet wine unties tongues and affects judgements,” she said and showed him the rolled-up parchment. “Inform Ser Darry to prepare my men and some of the royal soldiers. We ride before the moon reaches its zenith,” she said and started to walk away from the King’s guard, her black dress flowing effortlessly around her body. “Send me your squire as well, my friend. I will need help with my armour.”

Ser Barristan Selmy had been in the presence of the Targaryens ever since the War of the Nine Penny Kings, being knighted afterwards for his abilities in battle, having taken the Blackfyre heir all by himself.

He was a renowned swordsman and knight, filled with honour and a sense of justice. He had been the one to help both Visenya and Rhaegar with their sword training, and he was also one of the princess’s most trusted knights.

He understood that the King was not always the best to rule or that some of his decisions were questionable, but he also knew that Visenya was working in the shadows to ensure such mistakes did not last.

He respected her, for she put the good of the realm first, and she never let her gender, title, or anything stop her from doing what she had; her duty. Yet, sometimes, he did question her sneaky plans or the risks she seemed to take, worrying that one day she would not be able to escape as easily as she had by now.

In the end, though, he knew he had to obey her. Thankfully for him, he had his good friend Willem Darry to talk about, another loyal and just knight that she often worked with when she needed someone with a more direct connection to the King and his guard.

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2 days away from Casterly Rock, Westernlands.

Visenya and her men had been riding for days, around 17 by her account. They had taken the same paths Tywin had, mostly to earn them some time, although the rocky terrain had often delayed them.

Amongst the royal soldiers and knights that rode behind her, a few wooden carriages and horses were carrying mysterious barrels with them.

More than once, the Targaryen Princess looked behind to check on their condition, often inhaling sharply when the carriage rocked or bumped against the rocks.

Memories of her latest discussion with one of her secret accomplices often replayed in her mind when that would happen; as if they would ease her nerves and calm her down.

“Are you sure it is safe enough for travel, Wisdom?” she had asked the man in the long robe.

“Of course, my Lady. A few bumps would not affect it, or my skills may be a lie. I believe I have proven to you, my Lady, that my skills are trustworthy, haven’t I?” the man had asked her, his voice having a certain edge that sounded like a blade scrapped against a metal shield.

“Not yet, and I expect this to continue. If you wish for the funds to continue, it better be ready,” she told him, towering above his hunched form. “I expect the secrecy and silence of your lot while I am away. If you do not, I will know,” she threatened, her eyes glowing in the hidden underground chamber, the torches illuminating the fires hidden within that threatened to burn them all.

Eventually, the sunset and Visenya ordered her men to camp for the night. The constant horse ride had been tiring for everyone, including her, and they needed to discuss their next strategy.

A young boy took the reins of her mare, and she decided to check upon her men while they built the tents and rested for now.

Barely an hour later, Visenya had found her way into her tent. It was bigger than the others but plain, with just the necessities: a table for the map, a few lanterns, a study, a portable basin with clean water, and a simple roll mat for her to sleep on later.

She had remained in her armour, her hands behind her back as she studied the map again and again. Her mind worked nonstop, racing like the fastest of horses in Westeros at the thought of paths and battle plans. A few pieces of parchment lay on her desk, not that far away.

She had received a couple of them throughout their travel, but 3 were the most important ones. The first was from her dear sister, who had written to her to exclaim her worries and inform her of her health.

Dear Visenya, By your last letter, I can say that you have been well. The court in King’s Landing talks none stop about your departure but also of the siege. Our brother is not happy, but I do not believe he has realised your plan or that you got his permission. My pregnancy is going well, the Maester saying 3 months before I give birth, and I dream it is another boy. This news seems to keep Aerys in good spirits. I pray to the 7 daily that you are successful and return in one piece. Sincerely, Rhaella Targaryen, Queen Consort of the 7 Kingdoms.

Visenya often found the timing odd and yet favourable for her part. The first long-term successful pregnancy of her sister, after so long, was the time she had to fake orders from the King and leave for battle.

That unborn child was certainly the only thing that had kept her from being declared a traitor, and she made a mental plan to pray to the 7 once she returned.

She wasn’t truly religious, but she did not wish to try and offend any higher power either. She was not a fool, unlike many of the people around her.

While she had never truly been into a battle or had led a military force before, she had done just fine so far. The men trusted her, followed and respected her. She had made sure to keep their well-being on top and her small speeches were always enough to keep the encouragement going.

Her mind, for a moment, went to the second letter she had received at the same time as her first one. It was from her cousin, Steffon.

Dear Visenya, This is most likely one of the most reckless and daring plans you ever had thought of. I do not know how you managed to make him drunk enough to sign that order, but he sure does not remember it. I do not know if it was originally part of your plan to use his love for wine, but due to the state in which we found him the next morning, he had not commented on your departure. Many whispers that he gave the order in secret, none daring to say that he was drunk and tricked about it. This might be the only thing that keeps you alive so far, but I fear it will not last long. End this Silver Lions group and return home before your luck from the 7 runs out, for we both know I will be unable to protect you. Highest Regards, Lord Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Stormlands and Warden of the East.

Visenya wondered if Steffon had played in those rumours or if he had helped her during her absence, her mind often answering those ideas and questions with a ‘yes’.

She liked to hope so, for she always needed loyal allies.

As time passed, the plans she had and the actions she was forced to take would be bigger and far more dangerous. Powerful allies could ensure not only the success but also the years she had left in front of her.

The last letter she received was from Tywin after she informed him that she was leading the forces and heading his way. He had not been pleased with her direct involvement, mostly because he did not wish to see her in the heat of battle.

She might not have had experience with real battles or wars, but she was not one to sit behind tall walls while her men died for her name. She was a good leader who led by example. She would not be the first to attack, but she was not going to sit back either.

Her mind was important, her strategies the keys to win the upcoming battles but her body was also trained to defend and kill if she had to. She had taken the life of men before, although in less brutal ways than the one of the sword; that did not mean she would not try that way as well if she had no choice.

She was deep in thought when someone pushed the flaps of her tent and stood by the entrance. Sensing his presence, Visenya turned slowly to greet the man, her body only halfway facing him.

“Forgive me, Princess,” the soldier and her first in command, Ser Lorne said. “The scouts have met with a group carrying the Lannister banners. Their leader claims to be Tygett Targaryen and wishes to speak with you.”

Visenya quickly repeated the name a few times in her head. She had been made aware of all of the main family Lannister children over 2 years while she worked alongside Tywin but from the shadows.

“Bring him, then”, she ordered, and the man bowed his head before leaving the tent.

Visenya returned to face the map, her back straight as her black armour reflected the light of the lanterns in her tent. Her right hand rested on the handle of her sword, a single red ruby at the base of the pommel.

Dragon’s Heart was one of the three Valyrian swords passing down from Targaryen to Targaryen. This specific one was first wielded by her ancestor, Naelys Targaryen, and then passed on to her children.

Her grandfather, Aegon V, had promised young Visenya that one day she would handle that sword, and so she did. The loyal blade was slightly lighter than the other two swords and had a smaller handle since almost all its owners had been women or younger men.

She rubbed the pommel faintly, something she did when she was thinking, but her moment was interrupted by the sound of steps. The flaps of her tent were pushed open, and someone took a few steps inside.

“A woman leading a small army, now I have seen everything,” a young man’s voice was heard, earning her full attention.

She turned slowly to face him, her black cloak having the red sigil of her house at the back, while two pins representing the same symbol held it stable on her shoulders. Her hair had been in a ponytail that fell on her back, but strands had long escaped their capture.

“Ser Tygett Lannister, younger brother of Lord Tywin Lannister,” she greeted him, quickly studying him.

He was a young man, most likely of her age, with long golden hair, the same shade as Tywin's and Lannister's green eyes. His face, while young, did carry a few noticeable scars from previous battles.

“I see my brother has already informed you of me,” he said, his face twisting at the mere mention of his perfect older brother, whose shadow was still cast upon his brothers.

Visenya did not seem to mind that much about the family drama in the Lion Family, for she had more important things to focus on. With hands behind her back, she kept her back straight and her head tall, like a true general or a queen.

“He has mentioned you but this is not of importance. Why aren’t you in Casterly Rock?” she asked, choosing not to beat around the bush.

“Straight to the point, I see,” he commented. “I had taken a group of men to Lannisport to check on those disturbances when we got attacked. We retreated, but before we could arrive in Casterly Rock, it was already under siege,” he explained.

“How many men?”

“Started with 80, we are left with 63 so far”

A small number, won’t truly make a numerical difference but it might be the edge we need in battle, she thought, her mind forming new battle formations to accommodate his men.

“Then our goal is common. A plan has been formed on how to handle this trouble; your presence and men are more than welcome,” she said and motioned with her head towards the map spread on the table.

Tygett had grown up with an older sister, Genna, and he had been used to being ordered around by her. However, Genna was his sister, and Visenya was no one but a stranger from King’s Landing, a princess trying to play it general.

It was ridiculously amusing in his mind, but he knew there was not much he could do. His men would not listen to him, and he would never hear the end of it if he failed to help his precious brother, who had locked himself up in his precious castle.

Without another word, he walked deeper into the tent and around the table, his green eyes falling on the map. Silently, he started to listen to her plan, and the more she explained it, the more he realised he had little to offer.

One would say that he heard his brother and could even imagine him standing at her place instead. There was this similarity between the two, and it made his blood boil, but he could not say or do much to outstand them; the Gods did not bless him the same thing they blessed them.

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The Shadow Queen of Tywin Lannister

Summary:

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens & Lannisters are put into question, marriage seems to be the only choice left. To his surprise, it is himself that will get married to none other than the King’s younger sister.

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Pairing: Fem!OC x Tywin Lannister Chapter Warnings: None

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Chapter 7: A Woman in Charge

Casterly Rock, Westernland - 18 days since Tywin left King's Landing

A usual trip on horseback from King’s Landing to Casterly Rock could take from 20 to 25 days, depending on the weather and the speed at which one was moving. Through the unnamed paths that Tywin had learnt through his childhood, the trip took them only 18 days.

Before sunrise on the 19th day, they had arrived at their destination. Instead of taking the usual path that led them directly to Lannisport and heading for Casterly Rock, Tywin had led his soldiers off the path and through the small valleys and forest at the base of one of the mountains.

While the path was rocky, it did offer them cover and a faster route to reach their destination.

Throughout the trip, he had barely said anything other than giving orders and keeping in touch with his brothers. The attacks had stopped for a few days and then seemed to focus more on Lannisport again, causing more destruction than just stealing.

The army from Casterly Rock had been separated in half, with one part being led by Gerion to handle the troubles by the port and defend the cargo residing there. The other part had remained to secure Casterly Rock under the leadership of Tygett. Although their primary house was a full fortress that could not easily be taken down, it was always wise not to leave it fully unguarded.

As they marched through the forest and towards open land, Tywin could see the silhouette of his childhood home and the main seat of power of his house in the distance. Lights from the torches were a contrast against the darkness of the night, although the soon-rising rays of the sun had made the sky less dark and dense than before.

The famous Castle was built at the edge of a cliff, where sharp rocks awaited the fates of any ship foolish to try and reach the sores while the waves of the Sunset Sea crashed against them, the sound echoing across the Castle like the roar of a lion.

“You have been awfully quiet, brother,” Kevan said as he guided his stallion to be next to the black one of his brother.

While only two years younger, Kevan seemed to have inherited a similar good part along with Tywin. Despite Tywin shadowing all of his siblings, Kevan was never one to hold a grudge or ruin their relationship. Instead, he had built a relationship with him and had ridden under his banners for years now.

He knew his brother better than anyone, except for their sister Genna, who, most of the time, seemed to know him the most. Either way, Tywin often discussed certain thoughts and plans with his brother, especially when it came to decisions about the army and a battle.

“I do not see a reason to be wasting my breath if there is no need for it,” Tywin replied, his enamelled crimson red armour making him stand out compared to the simple grey of his brother.

Truth be told, Tywin had been rethinking how to handle the issue, and the words Visenya had told him, ‘The Silence in the Shadows,’ sounded ridiculous. Sometimes, he wondered why his mind did not let it go.

His brother rolled his eyes at his answer but did not chase the subject. Tywin had always been rather serious, even as a child, and only Joanna had managed to truly make him laugh, but that was rare.

Yet, Kevan had noticed that his brother had passed the stage of mourning rather fast, and there was this silent glimmer in his eyes from time to time. It had taken him some time to find the reasons behind it until he took better notice of the secret company he kept in the shadows.

The sly Princess of the 7 Kingdoms seemed to spend quite some time with his brother, although one could never truly know the true topics of their discussions.

Kevan doubted anything truly took place between them, both far too prideful and busy with the ‘kingdom’ to bother, but the presence they had on one another was not common.

For a moment, Kevan wondered if something had been told between them before their departure that had put his dear brother in such a serious mood; well, more serious than usual.

“Is it me, or is it rather quiet?” he questioned out loud, mostly voicing his thoughts upon noticing his surroundings.

The WesternLand had always been one filled with natural booming wildlife, whether from the fishes in the ocean or the many games in the valleys and forests across the land.

More than one Kevan could remember hearing the sound of owls screeching in the night or the nightingales searching for a mate before the moon was fully up to the sky.

Sometimes, the brothers would wake up early to go for a hunt to catch the first deer that had moved in search of dewed grass or hares that had come out after their slumber.

Now, though, things seemed to be too quiet, and unless he had been away for far too long, this did not settle well with him.

Tywin would have ignored him but then stretched his ear and realized he was right. Silence surrounded them, the only sound being the horses' hooves as they carried through the slightly muddy ground.

This made him stop his horse and since he was at the front, many of the soldiers behind him did the same. He looked around slowly, an odd feeling settling into the pit of his stomach and a wave of uneasiness started to be felt even by his stallion.

“Brother? What is wrong?” Kevan asked him, but for a moment, Tywin did not listen to him.

Instead, his green eyes darted left and right as Visenya's voice seemed to echo in his mind.

“Beware of the silence in the night, My Lord.”

Her words made him more uneasy and as Tywin looked around him, he swore he saw some of the shadows move.

“Beware of the silence in the night, My Lord.”

“Silence in the Night.”

“Silence...Night.”

“To Casterly Rock, now!” he suddenly ordered and marched his worse into a quick gallop.

Confused, his brother and soldiers obeyed nonetheless and started to gallop forward. Merely a few seconds after the order had been given, the sound of arrows passing through the sky reached their ears, followed by the sound of hooves and yells of men.

From the shadows around them, masked by the greenery, dozens upon dozens of men emerged with their swords or bows ready. Torches were illuminated, and a war cry echoed across the silent night as the mysterious group tried to sneak upon the Lion.

Most of his men had moved forward, their archers trying to keep anyone from coming too close, but some soldiers fell behind and had to fend for their lives. Tywin was not usually one to retreat, but he was not foolish enough to stay in the middle of an ambush.

He guided his horse, leading his party with many following as they moved fast towards Casterly Rock. The sound of fighting seemed to have been heard as the Gates of the Castle was slowly lifted while many Lannister bannermen moved outside to help defend the incoming party.

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 King’s Landing, CrownLands – 32 days after Tywin left

Visenya slammed her fist on her desk, the force making her ink pot and the quill pot shake faintly. Her amber eyes glowed with anger, the fire within her raging and her body trembling from tension.

She took a few deep breaths and looked at the person across from her, her cousin and Lord of Storm’s End, Steffon Baratheon. On the desk in front of her were letters from Tywin, addressed to the King and also to her.

“How can he say those things?!” she demanded as she looked at her cousin.

Despite being only 4 name days her senior, he looked far more mature thanks to his growing black beard. Steffon had been an active member of their family, being quite close to Aerys due to their ages and their time as squires and pages when they were younger.

He knew Visenya and often looked after her. As a child, he helped her train with a sword, using his own experience to assist her. Their relationship was never the one of lovely cousins, for the Princess was not one to show love or affection easily, especially to a man.

Especially after the fire at Summerhall, she stopped truly smiling or being affectionate to almost everyone, the exception sometimes being her sister Rhaella. Yet, that did not mean the two cousins did not often talk.

Steffon was not part of Aerys Small Council, for he was mostly back at the Stormlands with his wife and son, Robert. However, due to Rhaella being pregnant again after a few miscarriages, Aerys summoned him back for a while.

Not being able to refuse an order from the King, Steffon had arrived alone, and he had spent his days in the Small Council, almost taking the place of Tywin while he was in Casterly Rock.

This allowed Visenya to approach him and later get all the information she needed from him, or at least the most important things, like learning that her dear brother refused to send help to Tywin.

“He is more focused on the upcoming heir; you know how he is. He will not risk his men for some rebels that are not even in the CrownLands,” he explained.

Visenya lifted her hand off the desk, not caring about the small numbness due to the harsh contact with the wooden surface.

It had been 13 days since Tywin fell on an ambush, but he had managed to seal himself and most of his men in Casterly Rock. The castle itself was almost impossible to siege, and they could remain there for months, if not a full year.

The problem was that their coffers and rations were not in enough quantity since the first reaping had yet to take place. Due to the harsh winter that had just passed, even Casterly Rock did not have enough food for all those men, and for a long time, the siege continued.

At the same time, that group, calling themselves the White Lions, kept attacking Lannisport. Without trade and help from there, no provisions could be sent to Casterly Rock. The innocent people there were victims of violent attacks, raids and rapes alike.

The group called themselves the White Lions, and they were far from small. Based on the intellect Tywin had sent her, their leader was Pitt Hills, although he had taken the Lannister Family Name by now.

He was a bastard of Tytos Lannister and a whore, who had come to reclaim his ‘birthright’ as he had called it. With him were paid mercenaries as well as soldiers of Reyne and Tarbeck families.

Tywin had almost exterminated both families during his earlier years for their debts to the Lannisters and only a few had survived. Now, those few had re-banded themselves like in the past and along with this bastard-born they had come for revenge.

“The CrownLands and Casterly Rock are part of the 7 Kingdoms. If he fails to defend them and refuses to send any help to his people, what kind of king is he?” she questioned, although the answer was already obvious enough.

A bad, stubborn, selfish one, she added in her mind.

“There is nothing that can be done, Visenya. No soldier will move without the official proclamation from their King, whether you like it or not,” Steffon said, not once surprised by her outburst or her words.

They were in private, and over the years, he had started to see who truly cared for the good of the Kingdom and had a hand in the affairs that took place. He was no fool, by far, as even the common people had started to see Tywin was the one with the true power.

Being present in the Red Keep, he could see more, like his younger cousin being in alliance with Tywin or working on parallel but similar paths. It did not surprise him; it offered him some reassurance that there were some logical and proper people to ensure no stupid war would be waged.

Steffon noticed how her expression changed, a dangerous glimmer in her eyes as her lips were pressed into a thin line; curved to form the faintest of smirks. Her demeanour quickly changed, her small outburst long forgotten as she regained control of her temper and herself.

“I know that look, Visenya. You always have it when you plan something, and it will not end well,” he said, suddenly self-conscious.

From a young age, Visenya seemed to be the brightest of the three siblings; everyone could see that. Often ignored or underestimated due to her young age and gender, she made sure to take such chances and put into action multiple plans she would come up with.

Many of them ended in a small disaster or drew a negative response once she was discovered by her parents or her grandparents. Although King Aegon was far more lenient with her since she was his favourite grandchild, the same did not truly apply to her father.

Visenya kept such plans in mind as the years passed, like persuading Steffon to teach her the art of combat or charming a King’s Guard to let her train. She had gone as far as to fake papers and take money from the royal coffers to build herself armour and pay Maesters and Blacksmiths alike for her own goals.

She might have escaped with a minor scolding in the past, but she was no longer a child, and the King was no longer a fool. Jaeharys had often ignored her, and Aerys tried to do the same, but it was clear that her brother had started to keep a tab on her.

“Oh, I do, dear cousin, but worry not; I will not involve you this time,” she said, making him leave a small sigh of relief. He truly did not wish to be on Aery's bad side, not now that his temper seemed to have started to get out of control as the years passed. “Let me deal with my brother. All I ask of you, for the sake of family, is to remain silent...and ensure my head won’t be requested on the chopping board.”

Her last words made him shiver, not wishing to imagine such an incident. Then, he felt the slightest amount of cold sweat as his mind processed her words more carefully. Whatever she had planned was big...bigger than anything she had ever done before.

Worse was the fact that she would, most likely, end up pissing off her brother to a dangerous level. Dangerous enough to have her executed? Steffon was unsure but did not want to wish for any worse scenarios.

Of all his cousins, Visenya was the one to keep the most contact with and had even warned him of what to expect when he was summoned back to court for a while. She had been the only relative to truly remember growing up together, for Aerys had long forgotten his childhood friends and instead focused too much on the golden crown upon his head.

In the end, he let out a defeated sigh. “Whatever you have planned, Visenya...just please be careful. For I am afraid, the Ghost of your Grandfather will come and haunt me if I have been the one to let you march into your doom.”

The woman did not reply, the gears in her mind already turning and working as she sat down on her chair and grabbed her quill. She had work to do and only half a day to prepare everything before it was too late.

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Empire

Summary:

I'm gonna build me an empire, And it's lonely at the top But madness and greatness Can both share a face And nobody will ever convince me to stop It's my destiny

I was born to play this game So fear me or love me. It's all the same

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Tian Tengchao dreamed of being a powerful cultivator and making a name for herself. However, two things stood in her way: her gender and the fact that she came from no clan. That didn't stop her from training and going on night hunts as a boy.

One day, she happens to save the life of a young cultivator from a sea demon and immediately draws the attention of the famous twin Jades of Gusu. Recognising her talent, Lan Xichen offered her to become a Lan disciple and perfect her cultivation.

She, of course, accepted, unaware of what would follow her with that decision.

Parining: Lan Xichen x Fem!OC

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

Chapter 1

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Chapter 3

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Empire

Summary:

Tian Tengchao dreamed of becoming a powerful cultivator and making a name for herself. However, two things stood in her way: her gender and her lack of clan. That didn't stop her from training and going on night hunts as a boy.

One day, she happens to save the life of a young cultivator from a sea demon and immediately draws the attention of the famous twin Jades of Gusu. Recognising her talent, Lan Xichen offered her to become a Lan disciple and perfect her cultivation.

She, of course, accepted, unaware of what would follow her with that decision.

Pairing: Lan Xichen X Fem!OC Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

Previous: Chapter 1 Next: Chapter 3

Chapter 2:

Narrowing my eyes, I saw blackness spreading from the middle of the lake, almost right before us.

The water became wild, creating waves that shook our boats. Suddenly, it all gathered in tentacles made of spinning water. I had never seen anything like that, and Wuxian looked to be the only one excited.

Demonic arms made of water went straight to attack the Lan siblings, who were awfully calm. Needless to say, my jaw dropped as to what followed next. They both drew their swords and started to spin, gathering powerful spiritual energy before sending it directly on the wave of water hands.

Jumping in the air, they send more from above, attacking it from all directions. If the previous teamwork was impressive, this one was beyond words of explanation. I always thought I was talented for having no roots or for having a legendary being as my teacher, but damn, did they reach a new level.

Of course, it was not her level, but it was obvious why they were so known and even had fancy titles to go along with it. It wasn't enough, though, as the wave came again, towering above us as Wangji was by my side. However, red spiritual energy was sent and destroyed before it could harm us.

Looking to my right, I saw that Wuxian had his sword out. Judging by the powerful attack, it looked like a good sword.

"Nice sword", Wangji commented, making me blink. Did he actually comment something nice? "What is its name?"

"Whatever, " the teen replied, sending it to attack the demonic water.

"The sword has a spirit. So you better give it a proper name."

Wuxian then explained that the sword's name was indeed 'whatever,' which almost made me slip. How could you name a sword something like that? A powerful spiritual sword?

I facepalmed, and then I noticed that the two swords were fighting but were ambushed. One of the water tentacles went to attack Subian, but I sent mine. It shot and pierced right through the wave in a flash of purple as Wangji's sword delivered another attack.

"You're welcome," I said with a smirk, feeling the need to show off a little more but decided against it. I summoned Zixiu back on my hand but didn't sheath it. The others followed suit, with Wuxian sheathing his.

The waters calmed down, and the darkness disappeared, but it was too good to be true. Something else could come soon, so I tightened my grip on Zixiu and got ready. Weird, thin, black, tentacle-like things came from the water and tried to attack Cheng, but he had sensed them.

He drew his sword but didn't manage to harm them as they quickly withdrew underwater. "Be careful; there is something in the water."

His boat shook, and I could imagine it travelling right beneath us, choosing its next target. I swallowed the lump in my throat, never having to deal with something like that. Water demons are common and easy, but what was this, to begin with?

Two of the boats at the very back with disciples were suddenly dragged further away from us. We all turned and watched, unable to distinguish what was behind it.

"What was that?" Jin Zixuan asked.

It was Wangji, though, who thought forward and sent his sword under the water. As it returned, it also brought the same black hair-like things. "What is this?"

We sent our swords to do the same, guiding them with our energy to slice through whatever held the two boats captive. A sigh escaped one of the Lan disciples as he collapsed on the boat, relieved that he was now free.

"Thank you for helping us," another disciple said and bowed to Wangji, who nodded in response.

I sheathed Zixiu, thankful for such a loyal and strong weapon by my side. It somehow paled in comparison to the others in appearance but not in power.

"Lift the nets", Xichen ordered.

I landed by his side as the net was lifted, only to come empty. The same black hair as the structure was clatched to it.

"There were obviously water spirits on the nets. What happened?" he asked, and I took a better look.

"It looks like...they disappeared...as if something took them away", I mumbled, thinking it was in my mind but was out loud. I realised it once I spotted Xichen looking at me. "I mean, it is just a theory...like you said, it's weird...Zewu Jun"

I would confess something: With his constant smile, I wasn't sure if he smiled at me at all. Yes, he did drop it on rare occasions, but mostly, he kept it. His calm aura was as fascinating as his brother's poker face.

Suddenly, the sun above us was blocked by thick grey clouds, and ominous energy spread across the lake. Suddenly, the water, like tentacles, was back but multiplied and became way more aggressive.

I lifted my hand to seal against the strong winds and splashing water, but my eyes widened as I saw the biggest tentacle rising.

"A water demon?" I asked, having heard of them but never being unfortunate enough to fight one.

Well, guess I could cross it off my imaginary 'Death Experience' list, which I should most likely start having.

All the tentacles had now formed one gigantic, lifting. I don't know how tall it was above the lake before slamming on the two boats from before. Its vortex-like power lifted up the disciples before tossing them on the water again.

It also aimed for our boats, but we all summoned our swords and flew high into the air, all while trying a few hits, but it was too powerful for spiritual energy slices to damage it.

"This kind of evil is more than we can handle," I faintly heard Xichen say, the strong winds making it almost impossible to hear. We need to focus on saving people. Young Master Jiang, Young Master Wei, Young Master Tian, you three form a team. Wangji, Young Master Jin, and I are a team. Now, let's split up."

We all nodded and formed our two teams. I and the two Jiang disciples headed towards the lake, surfing with the winds and avoiding the demon's vortex-like waters. Suddenly, the black hair, like stitches, attacked us and made us separate.

I quickly placed talismans as I descended by the side and let them explode, shocking and injuring the demonic structures. At the same time, some were following Wuxian, who headed for the lake but managed to lift at the last second, gliding above the water while being chased.

I will admit the boy had skills when it came to flying, but so did I. As I avoided my part of those tentacles, Wuxian headed for the Lan disciple, who was unconscious and hanging on top of a flipped boat.

He then skillfully held him by the back of his robes and avoided the tentacles, which flew in zig-zag motions, but he was slowly losing his grip.

"Young Master Jiang!" I shouted, and he looked at me. I quickly glanced at Wuxian.

He understood and headed for him as I destroyed the tentacles that had decided to follow him.

"Wei Wuxian!"

I turned and looked, only to see the black tentacles grabbing around his sword and pulling him and the disciple to the water before Cheng could grab them.

I quickly turned and headed straight for the water, using all my speed to avoid some tentacles that tried to block me before diving straight into the water. One thing, the impact hurt like hell and the water was freezing cold, but I pushed forward.

I looked around and quickly grabbed the disciple who was closer to me before spotting Wuxian. The black tentacles almost completely covered him, but as I approached and was ready to help, he managed to release himself, but he was unconscious.

I was astonished, but the burning in my lungs reminded me that I had been underwater for too long. I grabbed his wrist while my other hand was around the disciple's waist, forcing Zixiu to make its way up.

It was hard fighting against the water and with the uneven weight of not one but two extra people. Yet I closed my eyes, my purple spiritual energy going to the sword, and I pushed myself to shoot out of the water, creating quite a show as I had managed to bring a lot of water with me.

I gasped for breath as I succeeded and almost lost balance once I was back in the air. Suddenly, the extra weight was lifted, and I saw Wangji holding Wuxian by the collar and Cheng holding the disciple normally.

I nodded my head in appreciation and tried to catch my breath. I almost collapsed when a chest came from behind me, and two arms supported me. With half-open eyes, I lifted my head and saw Xichen holding me.

If I hadn't been so tired, I would have flushed at the sudden touch, but I was thankful for the support at that moment. Before I knew it, my eyes closed, and my full body leaned against his.

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When I regained consciousness, I was on an unfamiliar bed. My head hurt, and one hand went to my temple, putting some pressure as it would cure me. My vision was blurry but quickly fixed, and I finally noticed my surroundings.

I was in a room with the majority of the furniture made of wood. It was lighter, nicer, and more expensive wood, something you didn't see in regular houses. I could distinguish some sort of art wall, and the colours everywhere were different shades of blue and white.

Then, I caught the sign of a symbol, and my eyes doubled in size. Shooting up, I jumped on my feet and quickly checked my clothes. They were dry, and nothing seemed to have moved or changed, meaning they hadn't discovered my gender yet.

I sighed and sat on the bed, trying to process how I ended up in what I could say was Cloud Recess. My mind flashed the previous memories, recalling the sea demon and those evil stitches, saving the disciple and Wuxian.

Wuxian, I thought as I recalled freeing himself somehow from them.

I didn't know how but didn't bother to ask at that moment. Shaking my head, I stood up and headed towards the door. I needed answers about what happened after, recalling my last memory of leaning against Lan Xichen.

My cheeks flushed red, and I knew my 'siblings' would make dozens of jokes if they ever heard about my situation. What are the odds of something like that happening to me, of all people? I calmed down myself and my heart and opened the doors.

I was met with fresh, clean, mountainous air and the sound of birds. The calm and peaceful atmosphere reminded me of Xichen's aura. Okay, what was wrong with me and thinking of him all the time?

Oh, I know, puberty and female hormones. Sometimes I wondered why was I not born a male and escape such days. My small internal fight was interrupted when someone cleared their throat from my left.

I turned and jumped in the air, almost hitting myself on the roof as I came face to face with none other than Wangji.

"Uhm...Second Young Master Lan," I bowed, his title not coming to mind at that moment due to the shock he had just caused me.

"You are awake. Good," he stated, answering before I could open my mouth. "Big brother wants to see you. Come," he started to walk away, and I immediately followed, my mind processing what he had just said during the walk.

Why did he want to see me? Did I do something wrong? Did he find out I was a female? Did I do something else, and I need to remember? I was so deep in thought that I bumped into Wangji's back.

He looked at me above his shoulder, and I blushed from embarrassment before bowing in apology. To be honest, I hated bowing so often, but I was sort of a guest, and the Lan Clan was not someone I wanted as an enemy.

The Jin clan? I would insult them during night hunts if I could, but it's not like they didn't deserve it. He said nothing else and stepped aside, motioning for me to come in.

I walked inside and took a good look at the room. It was similar to the room where I woke up. Different shades of blue covered most of it, and the Cloud Symbol, emblem of the Lan Clan, was almost everywhere.

His desk was simple, with not too many things. When he noticed me, he smiled, or I guess his smile grew bigger? He motioned for me to come over, and I obeyed, my eyes quickly going to the man standing behind him.

He was older, with a goatee, and his eyes stared at me with the same coldness Wangji did. I felt intimated by his aura, his strict aura as if he was about to smack me for stealing candies or something. I knew immediately who it was, though, having heard of him through rumours and, of course, being taught basic details of clans by my teacher.

I stopped before the table and bowed, now realising that my sword was not with me. "Zewu Jun, Grand Master Lan,"

"Young Master Tian, please have a seat."

I sat with my back straight and my hands on my lap. The Grand Master sat next to Xichen but kept his eyes on me. I swallowed and tried to focus on the younger man's smile in front of me. "Zewu Jun, am I in some sort of trouble?"

"Have you done anything to be in trouble?" he joked, filling a cup of tea before passing it to me. I didn't reply but sipped the hot liquid, hoping it would calm down my nerves. He realised I didn't share his joke and continued. "I was just informing my uncle about your skills and the incident in Emerald Lake."

"Zewu Jun, what happened after?"

"You fainted from exhaustion. It was wiser to bring you to Cloud Recess until you recovered."

I thought deeply about asking if anyone checked me, but I suspected that if they had done so, they would have brought it up. I decided not to make them think more about it and to act normally while praying with all my mental will to any godly power and even demonic if I had to.

I raised my hands and bowed. "Thank you, Zewu Jun." I wasn't sure how else to express my gratitude and didn't want to be seen as rude in front of the Grand Master.

He terrified me, and that was hard to accomplish.

"Your cultivation is well trained, Young Master Tian. Where did you receive your training?"

I bit my inner cheek, knowing I would have to be honest, but my past is not exactly something ordinary. I took a ship of my tea and brought all my courage forward. "I was found by a roaming cultivator when I was younger. I was taken in, raised and taught everything I know so far. A few things I picked up on my own during my solo night hunts."

The Grand Master seemed impressed, either by my going to solo night hunts or by something else. Now, if you happen to wonder why I didn't bring my teacher's name, well...let's just say that she is quite famous, and I wanted to make a name for myself, not because I was trained by a woman who was a few hundreds of years old.

The two men exchanged glances before looking at me again. It was nerve-wracking, and I swear I could feel my heart beating loud enough that I was certain they could hear it. I tried my best to mimic Wangji and keep my face neutral while mentally panicking to a whole new point.

"That is very interesting. Is he the one who supplied you with a sword?" he asked. He took my sword from his side and inspected it before passing it to me.

I mentally laughed at how they suspected my teacher was a man when I didn't even mention gender. Yet, not fully surprisingly, I took it with a small bow, feeling slightly better with it between my hands. I felt a sense of security and peace, my spiritual power reacting with it as if two cut ribbon ends found each other and mended into one.

"Yes"

"What is its name?"

"Zixiu. It was chosen for me."

The Grand Master lifted an eyebrow while Xichen seemed pleased? Happy? It was hard to tell, and I was panicking too hard for me to understand, okay?

"If you will give us a few minutes."

I stood up and bowed before heading out, closing the door and leaning on the trunk of a nearby tree. My hand was placed in front of my heart, and my eyes closed. That was nothing compared to facing a Water Demon or the first time I fought a spirit alone.

It was 100 times more terrifying, if not 1000 times more. My hand tightened around Zixiu, hoping to help me calm down. Then, I looked at my waist and noticed that my flute was also missing. Did they take it, too?

What was it with them taking my stuff?

Suddenly, something hung upside down from the tree branch and scared me enough to pull Zixiu halfway out. I stopped once I realised it was not an enemy but Wei Wuxian with his usual grin.

"Xi-Gege," he said, closing his eyes and increasing his grin. I blinked and blinked and blinked again. Did he just call me big brother? "Are you okay? Did Old Man Lan punish you or something?"

Old Man Lan? Didn't this boy have any manners or at least call people with slight respect? Apparently not, considering he called me by my usual name and not my courtesy name—something he did with Wangji as well.

"No, I haven't been punished yet. Why be punished?"

He jumped down and folded his hands in front of his chest. "I do not know but if he tries" he leaned closer. "I will defend you. After all, you saved my life twice in a day" his face was too close to me now and made my pulse quicken.

I lifted my free hand and pushed him slightly away, wanting back my personal space, which he didn't exactly respect. "Uhm... thank you, Young Master Wei."

He pushed my hand aside and wrapped his fingers around my wrist. "Please call me Ying-Di or Ying or Wuxian-Di," he said, putting on a thoughtful face while still holding my hand. But no matter what happens, I will defend you."

"There will be no need for it, Young Master Wei" Xichen's voice was heard, and we both looked at the office with its door open. The older Lan siblings and their uncle stood and looked at us, their expressions opposite. I freed my hand from his grip and immediately bowed, something he barely did. "The opposite, actually. We want to Invite Young Master Tian to study here, at least until the classes are over."

My jaw dropped, and I just stared. I didn't care if it was rude; I couldn't help it, okay? Do you realise what that meant? Studying in cloud recess and learning from the mighty Lan Clan was a dream come true.

And yes, I was taught by a legendary being, and yes, I was super lucky to have such an experience, but it was the Lan Clan we were talking about. I could learn a new style, get more information, and have access to their library. I was snapped from my staring when an arm wrapped itself around my shoulders, and I was pulled slightly into a chest.

"You hear that Xi-gege? We will study together," Wuxian smiled, and I nodded.

I didn't fail to notice how Xichen looked at us that very moment, something changing. I immediately freed myself and bowed. "It will be a great honour. Thank you for your offer, Zewu Jun, Grand Master Lan."

"Before I forget, I believe this is yours," Xichen said, lifting his hand and showing my flute. I gave a nod and happily accepted it, feeling extremely guilty for even forgetting it. It was my most prized gift along with my sword. "Suì bō. Interesting name"

I smiled and bowed. "Thank you. This one, I chose it myself." I felt the carved name of my musical organ pressed against my skin. It was my art.

"Xi-gege, let me show you around!" Wuxian said as he grabbed my wrist and started to pull me away.

I was barely able to bow halfway to the two men before being dragged by him. He was strong; I would give him that, or all that hyperactivity gave him a new sort of strength.

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Wuxian showed me around the whole Cloud Recess or, better say, dragged me around. Honestly, where did he find so much strength? I was also introduced to his adopted brother Jiang Cheng and his friend Nie Huaisang.

They were some of the cultivators from the lake, but we never got properly introduced. I also kept the room I woke up in, and unlike others, I had no roommate. Due to the students all being an even number, I was left alone. Thank the gods, right?

I mean, they still didn't know I was a girl and didn't plan for them to find out anytime soon. Even if I did have a roommate, I would find a way to drag them to sleep if I wished to change, but thankfully, I didn't have to go to such extreme measures yet.

My first few days were hard to get used to. Why? Well, let's start with the 3000 rules we all had to follow, which the Grand Master kept repeating. I swear, I felt dizzy when he unfolded that piece of a scroll, and it was, I don't even know how long.

They also have a very strict schedule. Sleep at 9, which is understandable, and wake up at 5 in the morning?! That's right. We had to be up and ready before the sun could reach the sky properly.

The food was mediocre, very vegetarian, and blunt. It was not very different from what I was used to, but I knew one thing: I would miss meat dearly there. There was one positive thing, though: the library.

The Pavilion Library was a majestic room with endless books from all ages and authors. It held poems, law, history, arts, and music, and according to rumours, there was this Forbidden Chamber that held deadly secrets.

Once I stepped in for the first time, I shivered under my robes. I simply didn't know which book to start with, you know. I had never seen so many books, to begin with. As I circled around myself and watched wide-eyed, I felt a presence in the room.

Turning my attention to the side, I saw Wangji sitting and reading. He had noticed me but didn't make any move to acknowledge me. I stayed quiet, deciding that interrupting him was not the wisest idea.

I circled the room at least twice, trying to decide what to read, but man, was it hard. I let out a sigh of frustration, and my eyes went to Wangji. I bit my bottom lip and made my way towards him. Once I was a proper distance, I bowed.

"Young Master Lan," I waited and waited and waited, but I didn't get a reply. I could feel his eyes on me, but he didn't say anything. Getting tired from being in this position, I decided to speak. "Could you please recommend some good books?"

I said it clearly, but I was sure I spoke a little bit too fast. After all, how unusual it must have been to be asked such questions, especially from someone who didn't seem to like you from second 1.

"Hm," was the only noise or words I heard, and I watched him stand up.

He didn't say anything else but started to walk around. It was obvious that he knew this library as if it were his own room, which made me wonder how much time he actually spent in there. A minute later, he returned with four quite thick books on one hand.

He passed them to me, and I almost fell forward from the weight. He had no trouble carrying them with one hand, but I had to use two!! How strong was this guy? Well, the Lan were known for swordsmanship, which was based heavily on strong arms, and there were rumours that many handstands were compulsory.

I gave a small bow, almost losing my balance again, and made my way to the other side of the library. I was certain I wouldn't be able to take them with me to my room, and of course, Wangji wouldn't want me anywhere near.

Putting them down with a little bit sounder than I intended, I smiled sheepishly at Wangji, who then focused back on his book. Sitting down, I grabbed the book at the very top and started studying.

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Empire

Summary:

Tian Tengchao dreamed of becoming a powerful cultivator and making a name for herself. However, two things stood in her way: her gender and her lack of clan. That didn't stop her from training and going on night hunts as a boy.

One day, she happens to save the life of a young cultivator from a sea demon and immediately draws the attention of the famous twin Jades of Gusu. Recognising her talent, Lan Xichen offered her to become a Lan disciple and perfect her cultivation.

She, of course, accepted, unaware of what would follow her with that decision.

Pairing: Lan Xichen X Fem!OC

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

Next: Chapter 2

Chapter 1:

In our world, energy is more than just a word, and ghosts are more than just stories. Everything is real, connected, and paranormal. Spirits that find no peace, angry individuals who die unfairly, all of them take forms, possess, and cause havoc.

Across the lands, big and small clans train experts to deal with such matters, known to everyone as Cultivators. Both men and women work that job, but the latter usually settle early for a family.

They can use their own spiritual energy and various techniques to level the fighting ground with the spirits, demons and ghosts. Most take payment for their jobs, but a few do not.

I met them for the first time when I was 4, and they saved my village. Unfortunately, barely anyone survived, including me. With my family gone, I started to roam the streets of the nearest city, trying my hardest to survive by any means necessary.

One day, I tried to steal from a woman but was caught. Surprisingly, this woman acknowledged my spirit and took me to her house, up into the tallest mountain. There, I was taught cultivation, forming a strong golden core.

I was also given a name. She gave me a name, Xi, which means light of day. I still do not understand why, but I never truly asked; I just accepted.

I became her disciple, one of many. All of us were taken from the street to be taught and made a vow to never leave her and the mountain. Yet, I always yearned to go back and explore the world. I also wanted to get a name and become known, but as a woman, it was hard, and even harder, when I had to stay in the village.

I kept training, always wishing I could go down there. When I was 14, my teacher gave me three gifts.

My first was a sword, my first-class spiritual weapon. The sheath was a dark cherry wood with green plant veins carved around it. The hilt matched the colour, and the blade was simple. It was not the most expensive material, but it was strong and could do its job. No extravagant design on it either; its name is carved: Zixiu (自修). It translated as 'to cultivate one's self', wanting me to keep cultivating myself and becoming better, correcting my mistakes and reaching true peace.

My other gift was a flute made from a special type of bamboo. I always favoured music and told them that if I could learn music cultivation and cleansing, I would. The flute didn't have a name, and I could choose it, which I did and carved it on the hilt. Suì bō (碎波), crushing wave, because I loved the sound of water crashing on rocks and sores that I always read and heard about. I dreamt of visiting it one day.

My third and last gift was my courtesy name, Tengchao, which means to soar and surpass. This was an indication that one day, I would surpass many of her other disciples, and I did. When I was almost 17, I made my decision to leave, leaving behind the place I once called home, my friends, and the woman I saw as a mother.

I dressed as a boy, making it easier to be undercover while going on night hunts. I helped those who couldn't for small to almost no payment while hoping to make a name for myself. It wasn't easy with all those big clans getting the spotlight.

There were times I sort of regretted leaving, but I knew that I was never allowed to go back. I had broken my vow, and it could not be amended, so I kept travelling.

My clothing was simple: a dark brown robe with a red-brown band around my waist and an olive-green undershirt. Half of my hair was tied up and held by a simple light green ribbon, while the rest reached the end of my waist.

As long I covered my chest and was thankful for my not-great puberty, I could easily pass as a man. I knew how to talk, make my voice slightly rougher and act. My face seemed feminine, but that was not uncommon.

That one year I travelled, I improved a lot and tried to avoid cultivators from bigger clans. I was always envious of them and got pissed off easily by the arrogance of many, especially those from the Jin clan.

My trips led me to Gusu, a city that I always wanted to visit. I found it beautiful, surrounded by green hills and a big body of water in the middle. The alcohol was good, the people were not that bad, and the food was quite unique. I must have stopped a few times, gawking at everything as if I were a small child.

I stood at the edge, observing the peaceful waters with their boats. Some were close to the soar, filled with fruits and rice wine for sale. Others were floating peacefully, carrying their passengers on the peaceful blue waters.

I smiled at the image and closed my eyes, enjoying the sweet moment. However, my peace was disturbed by a weird feeling and I opened my eyes I saw why. Possessed dead bodies jumped from the water like fishes, their hands ready to grab a teenager.

However, another teenager used the wooden pole to row and slam the monster into the water. More came, but strong attacks from above stopped them. The saviour landed on the boat's tent, his white clothing and cloud bandana telling exactly where he was from.

A member of the noble and powerful Lan Clan. I swear I gawked at the beauty of the man not much older than me. His position was perfect, just like his smile, and his black eyes held a hint of grey.

Another Lan clan member followed after him, standing on his sword and sending cleansing tags. There were about six of them, and they quickly hit six of the zombies, defeating them. I watched in awe at the power and teamwork of the two.

Suddenly, the teen from before, who was also a cultivator, was about to be ambushed by a zombie. Acting impulsively, I summoned my blade and wasted no time riding it across the water.

Just like my name, flying and speed were my best. I soared across the water and jumped off the blade at the last second, letting Zixiu stab the zombie right in the face and send it back to the water just as two buddies tried to attack me.

I landed next to the handsome man and quickly summoned two cleansing tags before sending them on. The familiar golden circle appeared above them, and the job was done. Whatever friends they had left quickly dived back into the water and were far away.

I smirked and summoned Zixiu back, letting it enter its sheath. My smirk dropped once my brain decided to process what had just taken place and the man who was right behind me. With flushed cheeks, I quickly turned but was met with the same smile.

Damn you, hormones, I thought as I could feel my heart beating faster.

"That is some impressive skill," he said in a smooth voice, and I swallowed.

"Yeah! You saved my life! Thank you!" a more childish voice said, and I turned my attention to the black-dressed cultivator I had saved.

His hair was all tied up with a red ribbon but messily held together. His eyes were steel grey with a shade of black, and he had a goofy smile on his face. I turned my head to him but then felt the need to look back at the smiling man.

It didn't help that there were a few more cultivators around me, and for a moment, I was overwhelmed.

"What is your name?" the man asked, his smile never leaving his face.

I shook my head slightly and pushed my few stray bangs out of my face. Getting control, I gave a bow with Zixiu in my hands. "Tian Xi, courtesy name: Tengchao"

He grabbed my elbows, prevented me from bowing, and pulled my body up. "There is no need. I am Lan Xichen. Which clan are you from? I have never seen you around."

Lan Xichen? Why is it familiar? Xichen...Xichen...Lan...By the heavens! I almost screamed once I realised I was talking to one of the twin Jades of Gusu, one of the most powerful cultivators of our time. My gaze went to the other one, who was standing on a different boat. I quickly saw similarities on his face, which meant that he was the other Jade.

Focusing on the question he asked me, I managed to control myself. "No clan. I was taught by my teacher, and I am mostly self-taught Zewu Jun." I bowed again, even if he tried to stop me.

As I lifted my body, I could see that my manners amused him while his brother glared at the back of my head.

"Hey, Jian Cheng, doesn't he seem a little too polite?" the teen I saved before whispered to another younger cultivator, who was fully dressed in purple.

"Wei Wuxian, show some respect. He saved you, after all. You better learn some manners as well," he replied, folding his hands in front of his chest.

"Self-taught?" Zewu Jun repeated, surprised by my answer. I nodded, but he never lost his smile. You have talent. We could perhaps need your help. Come with us to Emerald Lake."

I bowed. "It will be my honour, Zewu Jun."

He kept his smile and turned on a different cultivator standing on the boat's edge. He seemed scared and held no sword; instead, a folding fan was in his arms. "Huaisang, since you can't control your sword well, just wait for us here. The rest of you, come to the Emerald Lake with us."

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Taking our boats, we all headed towards the famous Emerald Lake. The calm water moved us with its current, and I looked around in awe. The rock was tall, almost hiding the sun with moss and some trees growing despite their slippery slopes.

I was in the same boat as Xichen, who had taken the bamboo pole and was leading the way. I kept looking around in awe, but I could feel his gaze on me. I knew that he was about to ask me something at any moment.

"Tian Tengchao", that's it. Calling my name was how it all started. It made me wonder if I knew I was a female, but I really doubted. I knew how to disguise myself, and he wouldn't have let me come along if he had known, right? "I see you carry a flute. You play?"

"Huh?" I looked at my waistband where Suì bō was placed. "Yes. It's more of a hobby, but I aim to learn cleansing via music one day."

He seemed pleased with my answer or perhaps happy that I didn't use his full title and bowed. I guess it didn't cross my mind there. I could feel someone's glare, and I knew very well who it belonged to.

Turning my head to the side, I locked my black-purplish eyes with golden ones. Lan Wangji, as I was introduced, glared at me with the best poker face I had ever seen. I couldn't understand if he was angry at me for joining because he didn't like me in general or perhaps something else.

It was so hard to read even the smallest of emotions from him. I gave up and looked forward just as the lake came into view. It was huge, barely able to see the other end and beautiful. Yet, as we approached, I could feel dark energy residing underwater.

"Young Master Lan," Wei Wuxian, the teen from whom I saved his life, called. Yep, I was introduced to all of them and had a very good memory of their names. He was a disciple of the Jiang Clan, and the cultivator in purple was the heir, Jiang Cheng.

There was also Jin Zixuan, whom I made sure to avoid at all costs. I had a bad past with Jin disciples, and seeing his face, I knew he was no better than otherealiseidn't realise I had spaced out until I heard some noise behind me.

"Wrealise..." I exclaimed and lifted an eyebrow, seeing Wuxian jumping up and down his boat.

"Hey! Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan! Look at me! Look at me!" he shouted, waving even the bamboo stick in the air.

"Hey! Wei Wuxian, can you not be serious for a minute?!" Cheng shouted, having enough of him.

Shaking my head, I noticed something. Wangji's boat seemed to be more submerged than others, as if another person was on the boat. He can't be that heavy, right? What am I thinking? Of course not. How could I even think of that?

A faint thought passed through my mind as I suspected what was happening. Suddenly, Wuxian slammed his pole into the water and sent some water towards Wangji. He immediately jumped on our boat, and I jumped on top of the tent.

Connecting eyes with the teen, I could see that he realised that I was catching up with his plan, well, sort of. He used the pole to flip the boat in the air and expose what was hidden beneath it. My eyes widened in surprise as I noticed the demon spirits clutching the bottom of the boat.

I jumped up and drew Zixiu, using some energy to slam the boat into the water and temporarily immobilize the spirits. I cast a big golden cleansing circle that quickly eliminated them. I landed back on the tent, almost out of breath since the whole action I forgot how to breathe.

I could see some changes in features on Wangji's face; it was surprising. Xichen, on the other hand, bowed first to Wuxian and then to me, eyes closed and a familiar smile.

Does this guy ever stop smiling? I wondered, not that I minded it. I found it quite cute, but still, how can a man smile all the time? Don't his cheeks hurt?

"Young Master Wei, Young Master Tian. How did you two know they were at the bottom of Wangji's boat?"

Smirking, he looked at me, and I motioned with my hand for him to go first. Flipping his ponytail, he smirked. "Easy. It was sitting funny in the water. Only one person was on the boat, but it sat deeper than the boat with two people such as yours. So, there must be something at the bottom of the boat."

"Hm. You really know your stuff. I suspect the same is true for you, Young Master Tian."

You would think that I would be used to being called Mr, right? Well, I am not, but I never minded it. I gave a nod. "I wasn't fully sure. I just found it odd that it sunk more, and only after Young Master Wei tried to make Young Master Lan move were my suspicions confirmed. I will admit, though, if Young Master Wei hadn't made all that noise, I wouldn't have noticed"

Wangji wasn't proud, I could presume since his face went back to that full stoic and void of emotions. I was surprised how he did it and wondered if other Lan members. I had barely seen a few during my trips, but nothing like that.

I shook my head and decided to be more aware of my surroundings. I was raised mostly in forests and plains, and I had mastered this; I simply forgot to apply it.

"Lan Zhan, I didn't mean to splash water on you. Water spirits are crafty. If I said anything, they would hear me and run away. Xi can support me, right?" He looked at me, and I lifted an eyebrow.

Keep me away from your drama, Young Master Wei, I mentally said, not wanting to be hated more by the younger Lan sibling.

He kept calling his name, but he was ignored. I did the same when I sensed something dark and big coming. 

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The Shadow Queen of Tywin Lannister

Summary:

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens & Lannisters are put into question, marriage seems to be the only choice left. To his surprise, it is himself that will get married to none other than the King’s younger sister.

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Pairing: Fem!OC x Tywin Lannister Chapter Warnings: None

Chapter 5: An Unofficial Alliance Chapter 7: A Woman in Charge

Chapter 6: No Rest for the Heroes

273 AC – Casterly Rock, Westernland – Seat of Power: Aerys II Targaryen

It has been a dark year for the Proud Lion of Casterly Rock, although the beginning of it had started much brighter. His wife had been pregnant again, and a new heir was coming, but something went wrong during labour.

Complications arose, and in the end, the baby was born, but his mother perished in the process. Tywin had felt his heart breaking upon seeing the pale corpse of his wife lying on bloody red sheets.

At that moment, he truly despised the colour red despite being the colour of his house.

One would say that at least he got a second heir, but the Gods seemed to have chosen mockery over blessing. The child was deformed, an abomination in the eyes of many, including his father.

Short-limped and asymmetric, even his eyes did not match. If Tywin had not fully trusted Joanna for her loyalty, he would have thought this child belonged to another, but that was not the case.

This creature had been born and taken the life of the only woman Tywin ever truly felt love for. His hatred for the baby only grew from the day of his birth, his lips forming nothing but a scowl as his temper started to flare at random moments.

Due to the birth and the loss, he had remained away from King’s Landing for almost a full moon rotation, but he knew he would have to return to that foolish King once again.

He sat at his desk and glared holes at the papers before him. A lot had to be done, but he was in no mood to deal with any of this, not now and not anytime soon. As he pushed the papers and scrolls to the side, his eyes fell upon a closed letter.

While there were many others, this one stood out for one thing; the Seal.

Instead of the normal Targaryen Seal or any known house seal, this one was different. It looked like an abstract version of a dragon seen sideways, the wings a curved, detailed line. The design was simple but recognisable to someone like him.

The symbol of a Dragon Whisperer, he thought and broke the seal before unfolding the letter.

His green eyes fell on the neat words spread equally across the paper, and as he was reading it, he could almost hear the voice of Visenya in his mind.

Dear Tywin Lannister,

The news of Lady Joanna’s passing reached King Landing and me as well. My deepest condolences for the loss of a loved one is never easy; a wife, nonetheless. I write to inform you that your stay at Casterly Rock has been extended by half a moon rotation by order of the King. I persuaded him to allow you to properly mourn her loss and refocus on the game. If you plan to return to King’s Landing any sooner, make sure your head is clear, My Lord. Grief often brings unresolved temper, and in our position, it is almost impossible for us to express it. I fear the King might try his antiques again or not properly respect the situation. This is why you should be ready by the time of your return to the capital. I will see you from close once you return. Sincerely, Visenya II Targaryen, Princess of the 7 Realms.

Tywin glanced from the letter at the emptiness of the room before him. He had not expected such a letter or such actions from her, but as he replayed her advice in his mind, the more he understood.

Indeed, the King would not make his life any easier than it already was, and his temper would not help him if he chose to return with one. Respectful for the increased stay he was allowed, he would not let her attempts go to waste.

Per her words, he would grieve and then make proper plans for him and his family to return. He would not show any sign of weakness and would not allow all his hard work and efforts to go to waste.

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King’s Landing, CrownLands – A day prior

Visenya sat behind her desk and was busy writing her letter to Tywin, her hand stable as her amber eyes were focused on the paper. A nasty bruise had started to form on her left eye, blackness spreading across her skin, but the pain behind it did not seem to affect her; her mind focused on the task at hand.

When she heard the news, both she and her sister were devastated. The Queen was especially devastated since Joanna was her former lady-in-waiting and had been by her side for quite some time.

Visenya felt sorry for the woman, who had been trapped in this unfair game and was unlucky enough to attract the attention of her brother. She was a good woman and a good mother as well while being from the few good things existing in Tywin’s life.

Her loss would surely bring him down, at least for the time being, and she knew it. She also knew, based on her brother’s reaction, that he was not going to allow Tywin any time to cool off.

The words of Joanna’s death did not affect him, for he simply saw her as another object he wished to sleep with but never got the chance of.

That is why Visenya chose to interfere and try to change his mind.

Her words had less honey on them this time as she brought up the loss of their own family, whether their grandparents first and then their parents. She went as far as to remind him of the loss of his unborn sons, who had perished before birth.

That was the last thing she had managed to say before she felt her brother’s rage once again. This time, his fist had tried to strike her and had found the edge of her eye instead, quickly bruising it but not fully harming it.

In the end, though, he had given in and allowed the extra time for Tywin. It was clear that he did not approve of her interfering and defending a mere servant, but his rage and his lack of brightness in the mind did not allow him to see through the facade.

He dismissed her in the end, allowing her to retreat to her chambers and write the letter, for the King refused to do so.

Despite the latest injury, Visenya did not care as she let the hot wax fall on the paper and pressed the seal on it. Over the single year ever since her return, she and Tywin formed a professional relationship, if one could call it that.

Often, they would discuss the latest troubles of the realm, with Tywin sometimes considering her opinion as that of a third party that had more than enough proper knowledge to see the problem. She offered her opinion each time, and often, they would discuss it, reaching mutual conclusions.

If that were not the case, Tywin would continue informing and teaching her of the ways people ruled from the shadows, emphasizing with real examples what played importance in this game of thrones and in which order should things often be taken care of.

Some nights, they would simply play a game of Cyvasse or discuss while playing if there was something in their mind.

Their interactions became increasingly frequent, and a secret alliance was built between them. Visenya was pushed to the side and underestimated because of her gender, and she possessed a sharper mind than almost all of the men in the Council and beyond.

Tywin made good use of her intellect and fresh ideas while also allowing her to remain on track with everything that was going on; not one important thing was to be forgotten or skipped.

They both benefited from it, and passively, they started to cover for one another. It was why Visenya had managed to write that letter, despite poking the Dragon residing within her brother.

This mutual friendship and partnership was important since Tywin was the only man to keep this Kingdom from plummeting into economic crisis, famine, war and revolution. He was the only man capable of fixing the mistakes of the unworthy King, and she knew that.

She needed him as much as he had started to need her in this game.

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275 AC – King’s Landing, CrownLands – Seat of Power: King Aerys II Targaryen

It has been two years since Joanna Lannister perished at birth, and Tywin had become noticeably colder for those who truly knew him. Once again, focusing on picking after the King, this time, he was not alone in this game.

Visenya had stood by his side in the shadows, working together for the greater good of the realm. They worked in different circles, but both brought sufficient and often important information to the table and worked together for their benefit.

That particular year, Tywin started receiving letters from his sister in Casterly Rock. Lannisport has been in trouble lately, often attacking and destroying shipments to the point other houses refuse to send their products or make any trade.

If that was not all, the same attacks had been taking place in the nearby cities and there had been sightings close to Casterly Rock as well. His brother Gerion had written to him despite their roughened-up relationship and requested assistance and backup.

He was young, 20-name days old and did not have full control over Lannister soldiers since many had joined Tywin and his family when he returned to King’s Landing. With approval from the King himself, he was allowed to return and ensure this nuisance was taken care of.

The same night before his departure, he was in his study and was busy adding the last pieces of his armour. His squire, a young, stupid boy, was unable to help him, and so he had sent him away, saying he would finish the job on his own.

At the same time that the young boy had rushed out of the room in fear, the mighty Princess of the Red Keep entered the room. She had made herself comfortable with his wine, a goblet resting in her hands while she sat comfortably on one of the chairs across his desk.

“When will you depart?” she asked him, her face serious as she swirled the red liquid in the golden goblet.

“By the first rays of dawn to earn time. I will guide my men through some unfamiliar roads to arrive sooner. I pray not to think about what condition I will find everything, thanks to my brothers,” he explained as he fixed his armour plate and fought with the straps.

Visenya glanced at the map laid on the desk, her eyes falling on the marked paths he talked about, quickly memorizing them. However, her eyes went to Tywin as he was busy fighting with his straps.

No matter how skilled a knight was, the armour was made to be worn and taken off with the assistance of someone. Based on the running squire she encountered, no such help would come for him.

She placed the goblet on the desk at the side of the map and stood up before she made her way towards him. “Any idea whom you are fighting? What is your plan of action?” she asked as she reached him at the other side of the room.

She extended her hands faintly towards his straps but made no move as she looked at him. His sharp, cold green eyes fell upon her own, a part of him not pleased with her assistance. If she had been someone else, perhaps he would have mocked or insulted her for her impulsive actions, but he refrained himself when it came to her.

Not because of the title she carried but rather because of the respect he had started to build for her during the years they worked together from the shadows.

He looked into her eyes, seeing no judgment or mockery of his situation. There was truly nothing much, as if those burning pyres blocked everything she felt and thought. It was a unique sight, rare to only a few since many gave away everything by looking into their eyes.

Defeated and with his pride wounded, he allowed her to continue with her task. He watched her in silence for a moment as she worked with the leather straps, already familiar with them over the course of years.

Visenya had her armour, more than one, actually, and she knew the ways around it better than most squires. She often helped Rhaegar wear his own, especially while he was growing up. She worked silently and efficiently while she listened to his answer, her eyes not once leaving the task at hand.

“The letters have been unclear, but I suspect a group of bandits and robber knights gathered there. It would not be the first time we had to deal with them,” he explained, briefly remembering when his father was alive, and the same plague had fallen upon their lands. “For starters, we arrive there with precaution and head straight for Casterly Rock. I am to reunite with my brothers and plan our course of action. We have dealt with them before; it will be no different now.”

By the time he finished his words, Visenya was busy with the straps by his lower arms. Her lips were pushed into a thin line as she finished with them and slowly removed her hands; something bothering her, but she did not say anything about it yet.

She lifted her head to look up at him, their proximity closer than at any other time. She studied his face as if she had seen something different once upon a time, and she did. For the past two days, she had been visited by dragon dreams, but none were pleasant.

However, she was never one to let them stop her or cause fear within her. No, she knew too well that trying to change them would only bring them upon someone much faster. She wished she could truly tell Tywin of her dream, but he was a man of logic; he would have never believed her in the first place.

Ultimately, she stepped back and then headed for his desk, her hand grabbing the goblet of wine with some eagerness. “Beware of the silence in the night, My Lord,” she said and emptied her goblet before turning her body halfway to face him. “And worry not for your children. I will have personal guards of mine keeping watch, as shall I,” she added as if trying not to make him focus too much on her first sentence.

Tywin looked at her, lifting an eyebrow ever so faintly that if one was not paying attention, they would miss it. Visenya was never one to truly talk in riddles, although there were momentary occasions when she spoke far more vaguely than usual. He never truly questioned it, although it had plagued his mind more than once of the reasoning behind it.

Her first sentence was too vague, even for her, and it sounded more like a joke than a piece of advice. Yet again, he kept it at the back of his head, for he suspected he might need it, even if it was in the long run.

Since it was clear she was not going to discuss it any longer, he focused on the second piece of information she had given him. He would, naturally, leave the children behind with the Septa and Wet Nurses.

“There will be no need for that, for I will leave some of my soldiers to stand guard,” he explained as he tested the armour, surprised by how well-fitted Visenya had managed to make it with the straps.

Usually, his squires left it too loose or too tight, and he had to suffer through it most of the time.

“I am well aware, but since Ser Kevan will join you, I find it wiser to have more guards.  Mayhap, this attack is a distraction to draw you away from the Red Keep, and mayhap it is not, but why risk it?” she asked him rhetorically.

Tywin thought for a moment what she had just said. His brother Kevan would join him along with the rest of the Lannister soldiers, and it would not be a first if an attack was all but a bluff to draw him out and leave his heirs and legacy exposed.

Although no one was truly foolish enough to try and harm the kids while residing in the Red Keep, it was not unknown, and neither was it impossible. In real life, one would have to think of every possible scenario and have a plan to deal with each one of them, or they would be caught off guard and regret their next step.

While most soldiers were loyal to the King, there were some knights who were loyal to her alone. Those had been brought to her from Dragonstone; others had been present during her teenage years and had been her guards or her teachers at arms.

In the end, Tywin looked from his armour at her. “Very well, if the Princess insists,” he said, being as formal as she had been.

Behind closed doors, they had started to refer to one another by name and merely used their title when sarcasm or faint mockery was involved. Of course, outside, they kept all of their formalities and tried to reduce their interactions to a minimum to prevent any more rumours from rising.

After all, Visenya had closed her 25th name day and still settled for a suitor, giving more rise to the court gossip. Similarly, Tywin was no longer married and could take a wife if he wished.

Even a fool would conclude where this would lead, not to mention that last time, they did not hide their partnership well enough; the King sent Visenya to the Dragonstone out of resentment toward both of them.

Visenya seemed pleased that he agreed, although she could tell he did not favour it. However, that did not mean he had the time to argue with her when more important things were at play.

To celebrate her small victory, she filled him his goblet and handed it to him. Without saying another word, he took it and, with a faint nod of his head, took a few sips of the slightly sweet red wine.

[vigilante24ish]

The Shadow Queen of Tywin Lannister

Summary:

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens & Lannisters are put into question, marriage seems to be the only choice left. To his surprise, it is himself that will get married to none other than the King’s younger sister.

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Pairing: Fem!OC x Tywin Lannister Chapter Warnings: None

Chapter 4: The Return of the Dragon Princess Chapter 6: No Rest for the Heroes

Chapter 5: An Unofficial Alliance

A few hours later, Visenya was in her room with her sister, Rhaella. The events of the dinner that had followed prior had left both of them upset, Visenya more than her sister.

During the royal dinner to which Tywin and his wife were invited, their dear brother chose to remind everyone of the bad traits of his character that had become more prominent as he remained in power.

Since he still craved Lady Joanna, despite Rhaella having sent her to Tywin to protect her, did not go unnoticed by how the King kept looking at her but it was his words that threatened to forever ruin the relationship between him and his hand.

“Tell me, my Lady, are your breasts sacking now after nursing two kids?”  he had asked her and then laughed, making the Lannister woman embarrassed by his words.

Those words had not settled well with Tywin, who furiously glared at the King through his emotionless mask. While he could not truly do much at that moment, it was Visenya that did.

“My Lady, I am planning to excuse myself to recover. Would you like me to escort you back to your chambers? I am sure your children will need you as well.”

Her words had been placed in the perfect sentence as if she had rehearsed them a dozen times before speaking them out loud. Since she was still the Princess, Lady Joanna did not refuse, and she allowed the Targaryen female to escort her out of the hall and away from her vulgar brother.

This made her husband feel the faintest of gratitude, pleased that he was not alone in this game. Visenya knew she was chasing her luck, especially after her plan at the Tournament, but she still got out of her way to assist his wife.

Tywin realized who his true allies were at that moment. Especially since after the feast, he had asked to be resigned from his position as Hand, but the King had refused him, not allowing him to argue any further

After Visenya had returned Lady Joanna to her chambers, she had taken the path to her own. Not long since she had entered and changed into a less formal dress, her dear sister knocked on her door.

The mistreated and abused queen seemed to smile after 4 years, more than happy to have her sister back. As they were growing, Rhaella had always been looking after her sister despite having only 4 years of difference.

The two girls stuck to one another like peas in a pod, supporting each other during tough days on the court. They shared almost everything, leaving very few things to become secrets.

Of course, after her marriage to their brother, their time became limited.

Busy with the baby, not often did the two women meet but Visenya kept a tab on her; even when she was far away. The news of miscarriages had reached her while in Dragonstone and her heart wished to be with her sister, to offer comfort.

Alas, she could not yet return, but she sent ravens that seemed to offer hope to her older sister. However, now, she was back and intended to be there for her more often. Suitors were dammed, and more important things were at play than marriage and babies.

Rhaella was busy braiding Visenya’s white hair as they both sat comfortably on the couch in front of the fire. While the queen had a softer snowy white hue in her hair, Visenya had a colder undertone, with many comparing it to the one of silver instead.

“Thank you for protecting, Rhaegar,” she finally said as she smiled, the whole mood bringing her back happy childhood memories of them braiding each other's hair when they were younger.

Visenya smiled as she kept her back straight and her head stable. She wore a simple black dress with no sleeves and silver embroidery at the edges. Her shoulder had been wrapped by bandages after stitches had been applied.

No true damage had taken place, but it would take her many moons before she could wield her sword properly. Visenya could live with that since she doubted she would have the privilege to train after pissing off her brother.

The scratch on her cheek had already been treated with medicinal salve, and the Maester had promised it would not leave a scar, not that she truly cared about it. After all, the one on her shoulder would scar and take time before it would fade away.

“Do not thank me, Rhaella. You know that I adore the boy as if he were my own, and I will always protect my family,” she reminded him, making her sister smile more.

There was a nice silence between them, the only sound being the cracking of flames as they devoured the wooden logs fed to them. After a long pause in their talk, the Queen chose to speak again. “Did you dream it?” she finally found the courage to ask.

Ever since she was a child, Visenya had odd dreams. They did not come often, but when they did, they would leave her shaking and confused. She had admitted the dreams first to her dear sister and eventually to her grandfather.

One of their ancestors, Danny the Dreamer, had similar dreams, going as far as to dream the fall of Old Valyria itself. Aegon V speculated that his granddaughter had inherited the same gift, although, with her ancestry, it was never known before.

Visenya could still remember how often her grandfather would ask her if she had any dreams or how that creepy wood witch would stare at her, whether with intrigue or jealousy; one could never truly tell.

Her dreams used to come often as a child, but after the Incident at Summerhall, they seemed to have stopped or come more rarely. When Visenya had passed her 9th name day, she dreamt of three dragons flying above Westeros with a Targaryen riding them.

She had excitedly told her grandfather about it, her fascination with dragons starting from a young age. By now, it was known that King Aegon had become equally obsessed with dragons and hatching them.

Upon hearing of her dream, he was more than determined to hatch them, and during their stay at Summerhall, he had brought with him 7 eggs to honour 7 of the 14 Gods of Valyria. However, a fire that broke during the night only ended up killing the King, his brother and his nephew while destroying the place for good.

Back then, Visenya was young and never truly understood what had happened. She had miraculously survived the flames, some saying she walked right through them without a single burn on her skin, but that was only rumours.

Nowadays, the Princess often thinks back to that dream and feels guilt residing in her stomach when the thoughts become too much. Sometimes, she thought that it was her dream that led to that fire, for if she had never spoken about it, then her Grandfather would have never tried to hatch them.

Yet, she often pushed those thoughts to the side. She had learnt not to think too much of the past and rather focus on her present and, most importantly, the future.

“Visenya?” Rhaella’s voice snapped her from her thoughts, only to realize she had been too silent and was simply staring into the flames.

“Forgive me, sister,” she said, placing her hand above hers. “My thoughts drifted away, but to answer your question, I did. Although not in detail, I suspected what could occur, so I worked on finding more information before putting down a plan,” she confessed.

Her older sister embraced her from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder as both stared into the fire.

“Your dreams are a gift, Visenya, but I believe only paired with that sharp mind of yours do they truly work,” she said, amusing her younger sister as they both stayed like that for a moment.

The Queen was present when the fire took place for she had also given birth at the same time. It was a terrifying experience for many and the grief coming from it was what had taken the life of their father a few years after.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the two girls exchanged a look. A servant opened the door and bowed deeply to the two women. “Forgive me for interrupting you, Your Grace, Princess. The Hand of the King has requested your presence in his study, Princess.”

A silent exchange was between the two sisters before the servant was dismissed. Once the young man was gone, a sly smirk appeared on the Queen’s lips as they both stood up.

Visenya, too familiar with it, rolled her eyes. “Do not start it, sister. This is mostly a formal discussion on the assassination,” she explained, but her words did not seem to persuade her.

“Of course. After all, you two had started to spend more time together before you departed for Dragonstone,” she reminded her.

“He is a married man, Rhaella, with two children. Our relationship is purely professional, a mere discussion on the situation of the realm.”

There was this twinkle in her violet eyes, and the Queen kept smirking. “But of course, I never mentioned anything else of such nature,” she said, proving that her sister sometimes could be as sly as a fox.

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Visenya reached the study of the Hand rather quickly since it was located in the same part of the Red Keep as the royal chambers. The two Lannister Guards stationed outside were expecting her, and one of them was chivalrous enough to open the door for her.

She walked in, her head held high as her black dress fell nicely around her body, the white bandages around her shoulder matching the white shade of her hair under the light of the candles in the study.

She had never been in that particular room before and could not help but study it quickly. There were the Lannister red banners and Lion sigils on almost every corner of the wall, a sword and a crossbow hanging close by to one another but unused.

There was a wooden desk occupied by an ink pot, quills and papers, some blank and some not. The desk was stationed towards the window, giving an incredible view of the city since the Study was located in one of the tallest towers of the Red Keep.

There was a door by her right, closed and leading to the private quarters of the Hand where he could reside, although he did have additional chambers on the same floor, where his wife and children currently were.

Her eyes eventually fell on Tywin, who was busy reading a letter under the light of candles. He had noticed her, his green eyes glancing up at her momentarily, but he returned his focus to the letter.

Visenya did not mind, understanding that stopping a task midway was the worst thing one could do. She remained quiet and explored the room with silent steps, taking more and more of the details existing there.

Eventually, she heard the chair scraping against the floor, and she turned her head to see Tywin standing up. “Forgive me, Princess, I had to finish an important task,” he said, sincerity in his voice, which was a rare thing.

She graced him with an honest, small smile that she rarely gave away unless it was to her sister or nephew. “It is quite alright, Lord Hand. What is it that you requested my presence for?” she asked him.

Tywin moved around the desk and headed for a small table on the other side of the wall. A jug of wine was placed, along with two goblets. He had his back turned on her as he started to pour the red liquid.

“Pray do tell, princess, how exactly did you become aware of the assassination attempt against the Crown Prince?” he asked as he turned to look at her, marching her way with a goblet in each hand.

Visenya had turned fully to face him and could not help but smirk at his question. Somehow, she was not fully surprised.

After all, it was his job to keep an eye on almost everything that was going on to ensure the peace and the life of the King were not facing any threats.

She accepted the goblet from him and swirled the red liquid inside, her amber eyes glancing at it as she did. “There are always rumours, my Lord, and sometimes those are based on truth rather than twisted lies”, she started, her eyes moving to glance from the wine at him, her face serious and her gaze deadly. “I met a man whose little birds talk to him if the 7 can call him that. Alas, the details of his work are hidden even from me, but for the right price and offer, his lips expose secrets and conspiracies” She took a sip of the sweet wine, something uncommon in the Capital. “Arbor Wine?” she asked him since only one place could truly make such sweet and enjoyable wine.

Tywin observed her closely, his own goblet having moved barely an inch as his attention was fully on her. When she spoke of a man with little birds, he almost thought she was mocking him, but he knew she was never going to do that.

Whatever those little birds truly were, whatever means this man had to obtain information did not matter. In the end, the rumours were true and the Crown Prince was saved by the Princess. However, the Hand still wondered what exactly the aim was for the archer, who could have aimed for the king instead.

He would find out eventually, once those damn assassins cracked under the interrogation purpose; he would make them crack.

“Do you believe my plan was rushed?” she finally asked him, snapping him from his thoughts and his staring. He lifted an eyebrow at her question, and she shook her head in mild amusement. “I respect your opinion, My Lord, and thus I ask it once again. I am well aware that my plan was odd but effective in the end. Do you think against it?”

He took a moment to think and enjoy a few of the sweet wines. He never answered her but based on her question, it was clear she had already understood the origin of it.

“It was an unusual plan; few could truly execute it, but it was what made it successful. Everyone can remember a basic plan, used by many across the years, but few truly can think of a new one instead,” he said, taking another sip before lowering his cup. “The aftermath, I suspect was not calculated” he continued, his eyes travelling to the scar across her cheek; caused by her brother’s ring. “However, it was a move made to protect the family; that is what I respect.”

His confession caught her off guard since Tywin was not a man to talk about family truly, always keeping his out of any discussion. In addition, he never truly respected anyone or said it out loud since so few could truly rise enough in his eyes and have high expectations.

Hearing his words and his passive tone of admitting his respect for her, even trivial, pleased Visenya more than she expected. Ultimately, she did not truly do anything for respect, even though she had earned it over the years from many other people.

“I am pleased to hear that, Lord Hand. Family is what truly matters in this life. Any Lord or Lady unable to realize that or willing to risk it for selfish reasons should not be in any position of power or family, in my opinion,” she said, taking a few more sips of the wine.

There was something in his green eyes that got her attention. Was it agreement or perhaps curiosity? Maybe even Pride? She could not tell; he was always good at hiding it behind a stoic facial expression.

“Wise words, Princess. Very few, in our time, do remember the importance of family...and legacy,” he commented. “Pray my curiosity, but what would have happened if the rumours were just that? Why take the risk of your well-being in such a plan? Based on your Cyvasse games, I can confidently say that you would have found other ways to succeed.”

This made her think for a moment as they both kept standing up. She glanced at the window and headed towards it. The view of the city by night light drew her, and her mind worked the perfect answer.

“If those rumours were proven to be empty, Lord Hand, I would have switched places with my nephew after the last jousting and allowed him to take the credits. He would not fully agree, but I would not have exposed myself unless necessary,” she explained, her attention fully outside and her back half turned at him. She had her free hand resting behind her back, keeping her posture straight while the other hand kept holding the goblet. “A woman afraid to get her hands dirty will never survive on her own in this world.”

Tywin watched her as she walked towards the window, mentally debating whether she would expose the other part of her plan if things had taken a different turn. He took the chance to study her, seeing how much those 4 years had changed her.

Long gone was any sign of a girl on her face and body, the maturity of a woman taking their place instead. Her skin was smooth and slightly paler from the luck of the sun in Dragonstone, her jawline slightly sharp, and her cheekbones more prominent. Her white hair with a tint of grey was braided and fell on her back, wild strands having escaped and moving with the wind coming from his open window.

“Wise words, and while I do not fully approve of the more crude paths for a lady, I do admire their perspective,” he said as he approached her, his goblet at hand. “Nonetheless, it was a successful plan with a desired result and a unique return of Your Highness back to the court.”

His words made her smirk as she turned to face him, reading between the lines of his words. He was pleased to have her back, mostly because now she would stay, and with her own influence growing, she was becoming more and more valuable in this game.

After the incident with Aerys, it was clear to both of them where they stood in everything. Just like before, it was the two of them against the reckless ruler, and while it was still unofficial, both knew that this was the beginning of their partnership.

The two of them clung to their goblets faintly. “It is good to be back”, she confessed, and then both of them simultaneously took a few sips of the sweet wine.

Their eyes looked at one another with a new level of respect while the Gods in the Heavens above them were already getting ready for the next part of their plans for them.

[vigilante24ish]

The Shadow Queen of Tywin Lannister

Summary:

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens & Lannisters are put into question, marriage seems to be the only choice left. To his surprise, it is himself that will get married to none other than the King’s younger sister.

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Pairing: Fem!OC x Tywin Lannister Chapter Warnings: Mentions of Blood & Injuries

Chapter 3: A Dragon Can Thrive Anywhere

Chapter 5: An Unofficial Alliance

Chapter 4: The Return of the Dragon Princess

272 AC – King’s Landing, Crownlands – Seat of Power: Aerys II Targaryen

It has been 10 years since Aerys II rose to power, and the realm will not forget about it anytime soon. To celebrate such an important event, Tywin planned an anniversary tourney in the name of the King.

The celebrations were grand, with different competitions taking place, such as Archery, Spear Throwing and the Jousting Tourney of Knights. Hedge Knights and Lords from all corners of the Western World had arrived to participate and show their loyalty to the King.

Yet, it was Tywin who seemed to gain the favouritism of the people. They cheered for him louder than they did for their King as rumours kept spreading of who truly had the power between the two.

While Aerys had been selfish with his needs and too close-minded to rule properly, Tywin had earned the respect of Lords and peasants alike for his smart thinking and his ability to bring back gold on multiple occasions, ensuring the coffers were never empty.

The King sat on the Royal booth with his wife and his remaining family members. Visenya had also been invited, but a Raven had been sent the day prior, informing the King that she had fallen Ill and was unable to travel.

This left Tywin to be alone amongst the Targaryen, if not for his dear wife, who had also come along with the 6-year-old Twins, Cersei & Jamie. The King often stole glances at Joanna Lannister, known by now that the Targaryen male had a liking for pretty women and often took mistresses in his chambers.

Tywin had noticed and had tried his best to keep his body as a barrier, obstructing most of the King’s view of his wife. It did not settle well with him, but his focus shifted fully once the Jousting Tournament began.

Among the knights participating, there were two that stood out the most; The Lannister Lion and the Targaryen Dragon. Kevan Lannister, younger brother of Tywin, had chosen to participate in the Tournament, and so did Crown Prince Rhaegar, despite being only 14 namedays old.

Aerys did not mind that his son participated, having full hopes that he would take down all of his opponents and show everyone the might of the Targaryen and the strong genes passed down to him by his father, the King.

Tywin glanced at the participants, his eyes momentarily falling on his brother, but then his eyes fell on the Crown Prince. Dressed in full black armour, the helmet obstructed almost the full face and only allowed the eyes to be visible through the slit. The pattern of Dragon was carved on it and Dark Sister was sheathed by the side.

What struck him odd, however, was the size of the crown prince. Some might say it was the fact that he was on top of a horse, but Tywin would share that the Prince was not that tall, at least not yet.

He did not comment anything on it and instead watched in silence as the Jousting began.

The crowd went wild as the Crown Prince managed to unseat yet another opponent, this time being Tywin’s brother. Joanna could not help but pull a face faintly at the rough landing of her good brother and cousin.

By her side, Jaime was practically beaming with excitement as he leaned on the wooden railing and watched the knights with fascination. His sister, on the other hand, did not seem to share his interest and instead looked around her bored.

Many found it impressive that the boy who had just reached his 14th name day had managed to do so well in the Tournament. Yet again, he had been unseated several times but had always managed to recover or finish the battle with swords on the ground.

In the end, only two were left standing before the victor was crowned: Rhaegar and a mysterious Hedge Knight. Bearing no sigil, the mystery man had come and had taken down all of his opponents to reach standing across from the Crown Prince.

This mystery and the change of odds kept both the King and the crowd focused, especially as the two knights prepared their jousting spears. The Mystery Knight rode on a black stallion that seemed uneasy despite his rider's strong grip.

Rhaegar, on the other hand, rode a white stallion, something that had also struck Tywin odd since the prince favoured a brown mare instead. Yet, the mare remained calm despite the shouts of the crowd or the noise around it, matching the confidence of her rider.

The signal was given and both riders wasted no time to charge, their horses turning fast from trot into a gallop while their jousting spears were lifted and ready. Once within reach, both struck a strong hit on their opponents and the result was both knights falling to the ground at the same time.

Quickly standing up, the mystery knight took out his sword and asked for a shield to be passed to him. Complying with his request, Rhaegar drew his sword and was given a slightly smaller shield than his opponent, who towered above him.

In seconds, their blades clashed against one another, and a fierce battle occurred. Blades smacked against shields, creating dents and numbing the holder’s hand or blade that met the blade in a battle of dominance and strength.

Rhaegar might be tall for his age but lacked the strength to compete against the beast that was now his opponent. To make up for it, the young Prince remained swift on his feet and spent most of his time dodging, aiming to tire his opponent.

Eventually, both dropped their shields and stood panting while holding their swords. Sweat rolled down their backs due to the blazing heat above and the weight of their armour, but no one dared to back down.

The mystery knight charged, his swings long but heavy, aiming to take the head of the prince, or at least it looked like it to some. Yet, the prince was quick and kept dodging or blocking with his own sword to ensure no true damage would happen.

His opponent eventually grew too tired, his moves sloppy, and an opening was presented shortly after. With the agility of a snake, the prince ducked beneath his opponent's arm and turned his body.

His shoulder met his chest plate, and despite the pain from the rough contact, he went for a strong push. At the same time, his own blade smacked at the base of his opponent, making him drop his sword before falling backwards to the ground.

The crowd cheered, going wild at the victory of the young prince, who seemed to have knocked down all of his opponents despite his young age. The king was practically glowing with pride, taking those praises of himself since his son had just won.

He looked with pride as the Prince walked towards his booth, his sword dragged faintly by his side, but there were no signs of injury to him. As the Prince approached, he finally lifted his head, and Tywin quickly took notice of his eyes through the slit.

Rhaegar had his parents' violet eyes, the famous eyes of every Targaryen, but those that looked at them were actually a burning amber. Before he could even truly process the fact, a scream was heard from the crowd.

The supposed defeated knight had started to get up as a cloaked figure was finally visible from between the peasants. The sign of an arrow was caught before it was released, quickly embedding itself in the Prince’s left shoulder, right in the unprotected spot between his shoulder and his arm.

People gasped, and the King’s Guard quickly rushed to hunt and take down the archer, who had started to run away. At the same time, the mystery knight grabbed his sword and aimed an attack at the wounded prince.

“Rhaegar!” His mother shouted with worry, a warning sign for the injured prince.

Looking down, he spotted his opponent's shadow behind him, and he quickly ducked to the side, avoiding the sword aimed at the back of his neck. Grabbing his sword, he ignored the pain coming from the arrow embedded into his shoulder and started to block the aggressive hits coming from his opponent.

Another man with a sword jumped into the arena as the crowd started to flee out of terror and fought a King’s Guard, who had tried to stop him.

“Guards! Take him down!” Aerys shouted, but most of his men either tried to fight through the fleeting crowd or had gone after the assassin with the arrow.

The Prince was busy trying to deflect and dodge but was losing the battle, too tired and injured to be an effective fighter at the moment.

Wasting no time, Tywin unsheathed his own sword and jumped from the booth into the arena. He had already fought a war and had both the experience and the energy to take down their latest intruder.

With long strides, he managed to reach the second mysterious knight and quickly started to push him back with his calculated and effective attacks. The man might have pure strength to back him up, but the Lion had the experience and intelligence to give him an edge on the battlefield.

It did not take long to push his opponent to the ground with the help of an injured King’s Guard, who had refused to back down despite his bleeding side. Just then, the sound of people gasping made him look behind him, his green eyes opening wider at the sight.

The Mystery Knight had managed to grab one of the fallen shields and smacked it against the head of the Prince, confusing him for a moment and weakening him as well. He had then tried to attack but in a last attempt, the Prince moved backwards as much as he could.

His helm was damaged and was pressuring his head too much, the dent of the shield visible on its dark structure. Getting annoyed and tired, he removed his helmet and let his white hair fall freely on his back.

The gasps came from the Royal booth and some people that had remained to watch because the one under the armour was never Prince Rhaegar himself but his aunt, Visenya II Targaryen.

She spit some blood from the ground and grabbed the chance her opponent was frozen by the revelation to strike him on the hand that held his shield. Hitting on the inside where the leather straps were, her sword cut both the straps and the man’s hand.

His cries of pain echoed across the open arena as he dropped his sword and held his now bleeding hand, his wrist and below having been cut by the valyrian steel blade of the princess.

Visenya kicked the man on the ground with her boot and pressed on his chest, her sharp blade stopping inches away from his covered face. Her chest heaved up and down, the blood from her wound having stained her clothes from beneath her armour, and there was this faint ringing in her right ear, but she kept glaring at him with those burning orbs as if she would unleash fire upon him like the Dragon she was.

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After the events that took place in the Tourney, the royal family gathered in the King’s Study, or at least some of them. Rhaella was not allowed and had instead rushed to find her son, who had not appeared during the Tourney.

Aerys stood with his back turned on his younger sister, his rage visible by the stiffness of his back muscles and the tightening of his hands into fists. The only other person present was Tywin, who, as Hand of the King, was allowed to remain.

The sudden sound of a fist against a wooden surface snapped everyone’s attention as the King turned to face his sister. His violet eyes were blazing with anger, and he felt the need to cut her head off for the trouble she had caused him.

“What in the 7 gotten into you? Lying to me of being ill, replacing my son in the tournament and humiliating every single Lord that participated!” he spat, his lips having formed a snarl.

Yet despite his temper or his glare, Visenya did not seem to bend under the pressure nor cower in a corner. She kept her head lifted, still dressed in armour and with the arrow pinned to her shoulder. Whether she felt the pain by now or not, was not visible on her face as her amber eyes glowed with determination.

“I was protecting our family”, she explained, her voice not once rising an octave. “I heard words of a planned assassination attempt for Rhaegar in the Tourney. So, I returned in secrecy and persuaded Rhaegar to take his place to draw out the assassin, which in the end I did.”

The rage of the King seemed to only be ignited by her words. She had moved behind his back, planned something that he was not aware of and all in the name of rumours?

Furious, he stood in front of her, and in seconds, the sound of a slap echoed in the silent room.

The King had lifted his hand and had delivered a powerful strike, his ring cutting her cheek as Visenya’s head was thrown to the side from the force. Yet, when she turned her head to look at him again, not a single tear was visible, and there was no sign of fear.

“I have been linear with you, Visenya, but do not chase your luck”, he spat, his hand trembling and itching to deliver another strike. “Do not ever think of going against my back again. I am the King! I decide what is to be done, and no one else! Are we clear?”

Visenya did not once break eye contact with him; his yelling did not affect her, however. She glared silently at the disrespect and his tone, getting a good idea of how the power of the crown had infected his mind.

While never close with one another, Aerys had never lifted a hand or talked to her that way. He mostly ignored her or scolded her when they were younger but he had never crossed that line. Based on the bruises she spotted on their sister, it was obvious that Visenya was not the only one facing his new temper.

Since he was still waiting for an answer, Visenya gave a small bow. “Your Grace,” she said and wasted no time to walk out of the room.

Tywin had remained in the room to watch as the interaction between Brother and Sister flared, but only one-sided. Curious of her plan, he listened as she explained her reasonings; although they were quite vague.

Based on the limited intelligence of the King, it was perhaps better not to go into details, and she did not, hiding her source completely from him.

Her reasoning was fair, and she had indeed saved the boy’s life, for if the Prince had managed to win or was given an opening, that arrow would have ended his life. If it would not be the arrow, it would be one of the two men who had decided to charge and take his life with a sword.

She had risked her life to protect her nephew, knowing fully well that there would be consequences from the King once he realised that he had been left in the dark, and they did come.

Yet Tywin would have never imagined them coming that way. When the slap landed on her cheek, his green eyes glared dangerously at the King, the golden flecks within glowing like molten gold.

Lifting a hand on your own relative because of your fragile ego was not something he approved. Visenya had done her duty to the crown and to her family, keeping the prince safe and yet the King thought he could lift his hand upon her like that.

As he expected, the Dragoness did not budge, nor did she shed any tears. The slap had injured her cheek, and there was the arrow on her shoulder, but she did not move a single foot. She kept her ground, her head held high with the pride of a Targaryen, and her eyes remained cold on the face of her brother and King.

By the tensing of her jaw, it was clear that she despised such treatment and disrespect but she was no fool. She knew that she could not go against the king despite their relationship.

Based on his shouting, it was clear to both of them that the one wearing the crown was unfit to do so, yet none truly had the power to do anything.

Ultimately, she gave a courtesy bow and retreated, letting the two men watch her leave. One glared daggers at her back, and the other watched with silent admiration at her control while questions flowed in his mind like a swarm of flies.

[vigilante24ish]

The Shadow Queen of Tywin Lannister

Summary:

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens & Lannisters are put into question, marriage seems to be the only choice left. To his surprise, it is himself that will get married to none other than the King’s younger sister.

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Pairing: Fem!OC x Tywin Lannister Note: A mixture of Book, Show, & My Own Canon. It starts at the beginning of Areys II's reign and after. Romance will be slow & age proper. Chapter Warnings: None

Chapter 2: When a Lion & a Dragon Meet, part 2

Chapter 4: The Return of the Dragon Princess

Chapter 3: A Dragon Can Thrive Anywhere

271 AC – King’s Landing, Crownlands - Seat of Power: Aerys II Targaryen

It had been 3 years since Princess Visenya had been sent to Dragonstone by order of her brother and King, Aerys II. In those 4 years, no one was truly aware of what was happening out there, but the King did not pressure anyone into finding another.

His insecurities and conspiracies eased in his mind without her presence, although he remained careful of his good Hand. His influence was growing, his presence in serious matters almost compulsively, and he had started to despise that.

Tywin, on the other hand, had simply grown tired of cleaning up after the King but continued his duties. Often, he excused himself and stayed at Casterly Rock for a while to spend some time with his wife and his children.

It eased his mind and allowed him a much-needed break from the chaos taking place thanks to King Aerys, who had yet to close his 30th name day. Tywin often wondered if he would even reach that age by the way he used the realm for his selfish pleasures.

At first, his ideas were the reasons behind some great buildings and architectural miracles. Still, they never fed the hungry people of King’s Landing or the thousands of soldiers under his banners. It was up to Tywin to fix, which naturally earned respect from the people around them, whether soldiers or commoners.

His mind sometimes did wonder to Visenya, having heard faintly of big things taking place in Dragonstone, but no details were ever spared. Whenever he glanced at the board of Cyvasse in his room as Hand, he questioned whether she had been as successful as she had confidently promised.

His answers came one day during a council meeting with the King. A raven had been sent to the Targaryen man himself, informing him of the latest news of his Kingdom. Once he read it, his jaw clenched, and his eyes scanned the room around him in uncertainty.

It was after the letter had been passed around to the rest of his members and Tywin himself that the Lion managed to understand what had bothered him. The golden flecks in his green eyes shone like true gold, his lips barely moving an inch towards a smirk.

The Letter was from a powerful family in Essos, who had congratulated Visenya and had accepted the offer to trade with the King himself. A similar letter arrived a few minutes later, this from the Princess herself.

Apparently, the little Dragoness was not so little anymore. She took the freedom given to her in Dragonstone to hatch her plan and spread her influence like a dragon spreading its wings before flight.

Her lessons with Tywin and her own experience proved to be the key, for she managed to ease tensions in the Step-Stones and earn the loyalty of the men there. In addition, she started an important trade route and agreement with Essos, something that had never taken place before.

It was clear that she had been busy plotting and talking to earn the favours of the men and women there. Needless to say, she had succeeded, strengthening the power of the crown and offering a new income for the royal coffers.

“Those are great news, Your Grace. You must be pleased with Princess Visenya; she has outdone herself,” one council member said, earning a sharp look from his king that made him regret his words.

Yet, something flashed into the King’s violet eyes, and a smirk formed on his thin lips. “But why, of course, it was my plan after all,” he said, Tywin lifting a single eyebrow. “I had formed the letter and instructed my dear sister on what she should do. I am pleased, indeed, to see my plan so well executed and as expected; successful.”

The Lords around him gawked at him, some truly believing his words and others having doubts. However, none voiced anything else and instead congratulated the king, for they wished not to lose their heads by his valyrian sword.

Only Tywin remained silent and glared at the king, his jaw tense in anger, and so was his fist. He was surprised that the King took all the credit, considering he was barely aware of his sister’s whereabouts most of the time.

Visenya had indeed outdone herself and had secured something great for the Kingdom, something opposite of what her brother had been doing for most of his years as King. Yet, her plans and attempts were ignored in favour of the spoilt boy under the golden crown.

Aerys continued enjoying the compliments, not caring about the credit he took from his sister. Lies, whether be what he said, as the King, he could make them true without lifting a finger, and that was what he did.

For by the time the sun rose the following day, word had spread of the King’s great plan to use his sister and ensure trade with Essos and the Stepstones. Visenya was barely mentioned, and all the praise went to her brother instead.

Only Tywin knew the truth and got a new glimpse of the king’s thoughts. It gave him an even clearer image of what kind of ruler he was serving, but his thoughts remained just that; thoughts. Not once did he voice them out loud, but he did go as far as to write a single raven to the Targaryen Princess, informing her of what had taken place in her absence.

She at least deserved to know what would await her once she chose to return and the results of her actions that had been credited to someone else. If the girl was smart, she would already have suspected that or not expect a return full of cheers and smiles.

Yet, he chose to send that Raven and see what would come next. As he pressed the seal of the Lannister lion against the red melted wax, he could not help but allow his lips to form the rare smirk he once had.

Well played, Visenya, he thought in his mind as he removed his ring and waited for the wax to dry.

[vigilante24ish]

The Shadow Queen of Tywin Lannister

Summary:

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens & Lannisters are put into question, marriage seems to be the only choice left. To his surprise, it is himself that will get married to none other than the King’s younger sister.

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Visenya Targaryen II is the younger sister of the King but she is twice as wild as him. With a smart-quick mouth, extreme pride and a wild side that no man could ever manage to tame; she has sent away every single man that tried to ask for her hand.

Yet, when the relationships between two great families are threatened by past mistakes and enemies in the shadows, it is up to her to ensure peace will remain across the realm and within the Red Keep. And all that will only happen by her marriage to the only Lion she knew that could match her, even though personal conflicts and family honours are in the middle of all.

Pairing: Fem!OC x Tywin Lannister

General Warnings: Smut, 18+, Murder, Blood, Angst, Miscarriages, Game of Thrones Trigger Warnings.

[A/N] - Starts before the Show/Book timeline, the era of Aerys II ruling. The main timeline will be that of the show (up until season 4), with additions from the Book; after that season, we go fully on my own timeline.

There is OC lore added by me and mentions of other characters in my House of Dragon Story (Ao3 link). You do not have to read that story to read this one. Certain scenes will be changed to better fit the OC and the story. Others will be combined or skipped. The main focus is Tywin x OC, but occasional filler chapters revolve around the OC with other characters. More OC will be added in later chapters.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

[vigilante24ish]

The Shadow Queen of Tywin Lannister

Summary:

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens & Lannisters are put into question, marriage seems to be the only choice left. To his surprise, it is himself that will get married to none other than the King’s younger sister.

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Pairing: Fem!OC x Tywin Lannister Note: A mixture of Book, Show, & My Own Canon. It starts at the beginning of Areys II's reign and after. Romance will be slow & age proper. Chapter Warnings: None

Chapter 1: When a Lion & a Dragon Meet, part 1

Chapter 3: A Dragon Can Thrive Anywhere.

Chapter 2: When A Lion & a Dragon Meet, part 2

Usually, people would coward under his sharp gaze or the seriousness of his voice. Many glanced down or even retreated, none wishing to challenge the proud Lion that led the House Lannister to glory and riches.

On the other hand, she did not seem to share their thoughts or feelings. She defiantly looked back at him, not once breaking under his sharp gaze despite their height or power difference existing between them.

Yet, despite the strength and power they held on their own, there was no true challenge in those unique orbs of hers. There was pride and intelligence but no challenge, at least not in that moment. From her look alone, it was clear that she truly meant what she said.

“Pray, My Lord, but you have a rich history of successful battles and experience to back it up,” she said, trying to keep the formalities between them without overdoing it. “I do trust someone of your reputation would be knowledgeable enough to advise me with a good book that he would have read to expand his knowledge.”

Tywin remained silent for a moment, watching her under the low light of the torches. Her words were always coated in honey, but they came from a very sharp brain, and despite their age difference, he respected that.

Without saying anything else, he turned his attention to the shelf where she had been absorbed for a while now. A quick scan of the titles and he understood what she meant. Many books were often written to benefit certain parties, and thus, many things tend to be changed or altered, one could say.

His eyes landed on one specific book, and he pulled it from the shelf before turning his body to hand it to the young princess. “I believe this will suit your needs, princess. The master behind it did not alter anything, although eventually was executed for it,” he informed, exposing that he had read it.

She took it from him with a small smile, which felt more honest than her previous ones. “Thank you, Lord Hand. I trust your judgement,” she said and started heading towards her table, not far away from where they were standing.

His eyes followed her, and he noticed three books already stacked one on top of the other. He glanced at the faded titles and he did not hide his surprise. Both books were about Targaryen's History but most specifically, about two certain individuals.

Visenya I Targaryen & Naelys Targaryen

One woman brought nations to their knees for her brother and conquered kingdoms under his name. She was a fierce warrior and strategist, with a huge dragon that surpassed many that followed it across history.

The other was a woman, the last of her kind who burnt half of West in her path for vengeance. She went from a Dragon Whisperer to a Dragon Slayer, bathing herself and her dragon in the blood of both humans and dragons alike.

Both were formidable women, powerful and, above all, independent. Married or not, they did not care as they led armies and charged through the battlefields with powerful war cries. They left their marks in history, and no one ever risked tarnishing them after the death they brought with them as if offering tributes to the Stranger.

For a moment, Tywin wondered if the woman had also inherited the mark of her ancestor and not just her eyes. Of course, dragons were no more and the latest ones that existed were an embarrassment to the real ones that once flew above Valyria & Westeros alike.

Realizing his staring would become too much, he adverted his eyes elsewhere while she was busy scanning through the pages of the latest book, a quick review, before choosing to sit down and read it thoroughly.

His green eyes fell upon a board of Cyvasse on the table next to her books, but it did not seem like the princess had any other guests.

“You play, princess?” he asked out of curiosity.

He wasn’t usually one to bother with such trivial matters, but it had started to become clear who he was facing. Her brother might not be the sharpest of minds, but she was often ignored or underestimated due to her gender and her place in the royal line.

That did not mean, though, that she could not become dangerous if she truly wanted. It was up to him to figure her out and see exactly what type of woman she was. He had gotten a basic idea, but as the minutes passed, he started to realize that there were more things surrounded by the veil of mystery.

“I do, although by myself doesn’t truly leave the same satisfaction, I am afraid”, she explained, glancing from her book at him, eyes glowing as they reflected the light of a torch not so far away. “Do you wish to play, Lord Hand?” she asked next as if reading through his thoughts.

Tywin could deny her, simply as that, and he was debating. He had played against many, but almost no one proved a sufficient challenge for him, for everyone was too close-minded to truly play the game.

Yet, this perhaps could be his chance to truly test the teenage girl standing in front of him; test her brain and if all those books truly gave her insight and knowledge.

“If you have the time and the mood for it, princess,” he answered, always mindful of his words.

While she would not care, he maintained his manners and their roles. Both had roles of power, both had respect and a connection to the King, but above all, they had a decent respect for one another.

None was willing to tarnish that by being informal since it had never been clarified where they stood regarding their relationship. They were not friends but one could not truly call them partners. They were on the same side, but they operated in different circles.

Visenya smiled and sat by one of the chairs, deciding to take the black pieces and start to arrange them.

This piqued his curiosity, mostly her choice of colour, but he did not comment. Instead, he pulled another chair and sat across from her, arranging his pieces.

The game lasted for a while, and both parties fully focused on the board. When they did not, they stole secret glances at one another, mostly Tywin.

He noticed that she had chosen to wear a simple dress in the colours of black, something that made her blend with the night around her and her white loose hair shine against the shadows like real silver.

Her unique eyes were mostly focused on the board, and the faintest movement of her eyebrows was an indication that she was thinking deeply or was trying to hide her annoyance at being cornered by his moves.

Yet, he would give it to her, she did better than he expected her.

She played smart, staring a little on the defensive but quickly moving her pieces across the board to take his. Like in the real war, sacrifices were made and the most important pieces were always placed at key spots.

Their dragons moved across the board, their catapults and trebuchets protected well enough and ready to take down the flying beast. In some cases, their moves seemed to mirror one another, and in others, they played completely differently.

As more and more pieces were sacrificed, more was the time each player took before moving their next piece. The stakes were growing higher, each move more crucial than the one before it, and the silence between them was legendary.

In the end, it was Tywin who was crowned the victor. In one last attempt, he bypassed her defences and took her most precious piece; the King. Once he did that, he glanced in her direction and observed her reaction.

How one person took defeat often told a lot about their mindset and their character.

Indeed, when Visenya realized she had lost, she did not take it that kindly. Inside, she felt annoyed by such defeat but could also not help but admire the complex way her opponent played.

It was a tough game, perhaps the toughest she had ever played. She let out some air from her nose, breaking the silence that existed between them. Leaning back on the chair, hands flat on her thighs, she took a moment to take another breath.

Then, she fully faced her opponent. There was not a single hint of pride or any sign of gloating on his face. This game was a serious one and he accepted his victory in silence, enjoying the feeling of emerging victories fully inside.

She started by nodding her head at him before she spoke. “A very fine game, Lord Hand. You are a dangerous opponent in this game but also a very experienced one,” she admitted, her words hiding her mild annoyance and sore looseness with the expertise of an actor.

If Tywin had seen through it, he would not have commented on it but instead stood up slowly. “You are a challenging player yourself, princess. Your tactics did not go unnoticed,” he explained as she also stood up.

Both ended up just looking at one another, with the table separating them. Their words might sound formal, but they were honest. Each felt different emotions based on what they emerged as, but none truly showed it to the other, remaining professional and respectful until they bid goodnight and headed towards their chambers.

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It had been almost two years since the fateful game of Cyvasse in the library, and in those two years, Visenya and Tywin met again and again. Their games had come to a halt for almost a full year as in 267 AC, Tywin Lannister became the official Lord of Casterly Rock.

When he returned, he did so alone, for he had left his wife and the two children back home.

His days were spent fixing the mistakes of the King, ensuring the Kingdom did not go bankrupt and no unnecessary wars were caused. Aerys had started to become more cocky, the power given to him by the crown getting into his head, and that often tested Tywin’s patience.

Thankfully for him, many of his early nights were spent in the company of the only person who did not seem in the mood to piss him off...Visenya.

If they did not play Cyvasse early into the night, they often discussed books and strategies. Mostly, it was Tywin who chose to test the princess’ knowledge, and she did not disappoint. On some other occasions, Visenya herself requested his opinion and point of view on certain topics.

The range of discussion would vary from battle tactics to the state of the realm. Her dear brother kept her in the shadows, not interested in letting her know anything, which did not settle well with her.

She wished to learn how a Kingdom truly operated, how the pieces moved in real life and the traps that awaited in every corner. Ruling a kingdom alone was challenging enough, let alone 7 in total.

Surprisingly, Tywin had filled her in and answered most of her questions. He never went into too many details or discussed more private aspects of the Kingdom, but he did share his insight with her.

He answered her questions and listened to her theories, using the time to test how perceptive she was of things and how well she took that information.

Little was left to say that he was not disappointed at all. The Young Dragoness was truly intelligent, and the years of reading influenced her thinking. She thought more like a strategist and a general than a princess or a queen.

She saw the full picture, not the single detail that mostly affected her. She could distinguish and suspect the unfaithfulness of a subject when he talked to her of hypothetical scenarios, and above all, she knew the proper way to act in all those scenarios.

Not necessarily with violence or brute force but often with manipulation, intimidation and sometimes, charm. In the end, she was a woman, and the first two did not always work in her favour.

Charm, on the other hand, perfectly matched her honey-coated words, and her quick thinking could prove a dangerous combination to face, especially when most Lords out there did not truly fight any attention a woman would give them.

Their odd relationship, though, was not fully contained within the walls of the Library. More than once, one would spot them exchanging silent talks with the view of the garden or sharing the path down to the chambers.

This did not go unnoticed by the King, who had started to feel threatened by the growing influence of Tywin. Upon seeing his sister more frequently in his presence and having heard rumours about their discussion topics, he started to see enemies in the shadows, and suddenly, the crown's weight felt too light.

One of the usual nights, Tywin and Visenya, met once again in the library for their usual game.

The two of them sat against one another, a game of Cyvasse placed between them on the table. Half the pieces had already been gone, but the biggest percentage belonged to the black ones the princess always favoured.

“You are distracted today,” Tywin pointed out, the formalities between them mostly gone when it was the two of them.

The female Targaryen frowned, her eyebrows ever so faintly, annoyance building up, but not because of the game. With a sigh of annoyance escaping her pink lips, she never let her red-flecked golden eyes leave the board.

“I am to depart for Dragonstone in the following days”, she confessed, catching her opponent by surprise as she moved her Dragon and took one of his pieces.

The Lion across from her lifted a single eyebrow, his green eyes falling on her form. Despite the annoyance and her distracted mind, she remembered to keep her body straight up and not slouch, something many women did and often failed to do.

“Pray is the reason for such a decision. I am well aware it is not yours,” he pointed out.

“You can ask the King; he took this decision without your advice, I conclude,” she commented, their eyes meeting. She could see the darkness behind them and the faint tension on his jaw, indicating he was angry. “I am to return with a proper suitor, were his order, but I do suspect there was more behind his decision.”

Tywin kept looking at her, but his mind was already occupied, his temper rising but his control of it never lacking. He was the Hand of the King; he was supposed to advise the damned boy on what he should do and what he should not.

The fact that he chose to act upon his own on such a topic, nonetheless, made him suspect things. By the look of the Princess across from him, he speculated she had reached a similar conclusion.

The fact that he had brought up the topic of suitor as his justification was an excuse, but not entirely.

The Dragon Princess had matured even more, reaching her 18th name day and her official life as an adult woman of the court; a royal one. Suitors came by the dozens, many simply interested in her titles and her connection to the King than anything else.

Yet, the woman eventually turned down each suitor, often after her smart mouth reminded them of their mistakes or left them unable to answer her well-thought questions. Her time with him and the discussion of the realm and its workings clearly showed that she was far from a naive young woman who knew nothing of the world around her.

That made her formidable and, above all, hard to manipulate. No Lord would truly be able to control her, tame her as one would say. She was too smart for them, too quick and too cunning for them to ever reach her status.

That, though, posed a problem for the King and her in the long run. It was common for Westerosi women to marry young, few ever having the ability to turn down a suitor, let alone as many as she did.

She showed some of her cards to keep them away, and that also showed many that she was no longer a little girl. She could become a challenge in the king’s way, especially with how she turned down potential alliances that could benefit him, in his mind at least.

What surprised Tywin was the fact that Aerys never used his power as King to force her into marriage. He easily could, but he did not, which was his theory's basis. She was not sent to Dragonstone to find a suitor alone; she was sent away because he started to see her as a threat.

It was not uncommon amongst royals, especially Targaryens, to often try and keep in the dark their siblings or family members; to ensure their claims to the throne were never threatened or questioned.

“You have your theories already?” he asked her after a minute of silence while he also made his next move.

To his surprise, Visenya made her own rather quickly and effectively. She might be distracted but she was still aware of the game.

Good, he thought as he kept studying her.

“I do, but they do not matter, for I know there will be no confession from him,” she replied, talking about her brother as if it was some stranger. Perhaps their relationship ended up feeling that way after he ignored her existence for all those years. “I will obey and head for Dragonstone, but I will not waste my time to find a suitor”, she confessed.

This drew his interest as he leaned slightly forward, eyes on the board but occasionally glancing her way. “Pray, princess,” he said, his voice coming with a rather odd huskiness. “What plans do you have in your mind?” he asked as he made his move.

Visenya smirked as she eyed the board, but then she let her eyes fall on him. “Patience, Lord Hand, for when the time is right, you will be informed like everyone else”, she said and made her final move, using her dragon to take down his King by using the tiniest of gaps in his defences.

The move and her words left him silent for a moment, his green eyes glowing dangerously, but his body made no move whatsoever. He looked at the board again, and once he ensured that she had indeed bested him, he nodded his head.

It was not that rare for Visenya to win during their games but in terms of total victories, Tywin had the lead by a shot.

“Well played, princess. I will await news of your plans in due time,” he finally said as they both stood up.

The Targaryen smirked and gave a courtesy bow. “I promise you, there will be no disappointment.”

Tywin wanted to scoff at her words, for she underestimated herself on certain occasions. In those 2 years they had been meeting and discussing, she had not disappointed him. She always surpassed the expectations many had of her, including him.

If she had a plan in mind, he knew it would be important; she never aimed small, which was an admirable thing in his eyes. Yet, at the thought that she would leave for even a few years, his mood did not truly fix.

Without Joanna around, the council and the king only proved to be a daily migraine with their actions. She had been a pleasant distraction, a chance to discuss properly with someone of higher intelligence, someone who truly had it within them to be a good participant in this game of Thrones, and it was rare.

He merely looked forward to her plans, always interested to see what her cunning female mind had come up with. Because at least her actions and plans were always aimed towards the good of the realm and never truly for her own selfish needs.

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The Shadow Queen of Tywin Lannister

Summary:

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens & Lannisters are put into question, marriage seems to be the only choice left. To his surprise, it is himself that will get married to none other than the King’s younger sister.

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Pairing: Fem!OC x Tywin Lannister Note: A mixture of Book, Show, & My Own Canon. It starts at the beginning of Areys II's reign and after. Romance will be slow & age proper. Chapter Warnings: Mentions of Teenage Pregnancy & Sibling Marriage.

Chapter 2: When a Lion & a dragon Meet, part 2

Chapter 1: When a Lion & a Dragon meet, part 1

The Targaryens had been ruling the 7 Kingdoms for almost 2 centuries now. Some with disgrace, others with respect and some were simply unworthy to even sit on the famous Throne made of swords.

However, the ones that would leave their mark in history would come later as a legacy to all those great Kings. It all started when love prevailed over arranged marriages, and King Aegon V found all 4 sons marrying purely who their hearts desired. As long as it was not incest, the old King did not hold back or argue with such a decision.

He was, though,  unaware of what fate awaited his dynasty and his house in the years that followed.

The Gods seemed to have plans for the realm, starting in 244 AC when Aerys the II was born to the family of Jeahaerys Targaryen himself. He also obtained a daughter 2 years prior, but it was his third child that the Gods seemed to favour in the upcoming future.

Visenya II Targaryen seemed to have been graced by the Old Valyrian Gods regarding beauty and talent. Despite her heritage, the moment the child opened her eyes, everyone knew whose reincarnation she seemed to be.

Jaehaerys gathered doubts in his heart, his body frail and his mind not as sharp. While still a prince, he found a woodwitch and asked for what awaited his children. In his eyes, his last daughter was a curse, just like her predecessor long before her.

Surprisingly, the witch never mentioned the baby child with the eyes of glowing flame. Instead, she mentioned the King Who Was Promised, a direct descendant of his lineage.

It was then that he decided the fate of his children. While he ignored his youngest, he focused on his two eldest, and despite his grandfather’s wishes, he married them, brother and sister, as their ancestors had done before them.

It was in 258 AC when his plans seemed to harbour fruit, for young Rhaella became pregnant and soon gave birth to Rhaegar Targaryen. Jaehaerys knew that he was the king who was promised for the same year he was crowned King of the 7 realms.

The true game of the gods officially started a few years later.

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 262 AC – King’s Landing, Crownlands - Seat of Power: Aerys II Targaryen

The realm celebrated as much as it could while many of the great houses of the rest of the 6 Kingdoms had second thoughts about the whole event. The Red Keep was bursting with life, the halls filled with royals and households from across the Western Lands.

All came to pay their respects and pledge their alliance to the new King of the 7 Kingdoms, Aerys II Targaryen, and his Queen Consort, Rhaella Targaryen.

While Aerys was just 18, there was life in his eyes, and his mind had yet to be corrupted by power as the future awaited him. He was young, already with an heir and a warrior, who fought for his grandfather in the War of the NinePenny Kings.

As a new King, Aerys needed to choose someone loyal to become his hand, a position of great value and influence. To the surprise of many, he chose a man he already knew and trusted despite their reputation.

Tywin Lannister, the Lion of Casterly Rock.

In the feast for his coronation, Aerys had moved around to greet all the lords while proudly showing his beautiful sister-wife Rhaella and his heir Rhaegar, the boy barely 5 years of age.

The feast was at its zenith, the music loud and the wine flowing like a wild river during a stormy night. Long had the dishes been removed by servants as the festive mood kept everyone busy, well, almost everyone.

Tywin did not share the mood for celebration like many others or the unnecessary coin waste to feed so many people, with half the food eventually being thrown away. His wife, Joanna Lannister, was back at Casterly Rock, for he did not wish to drag her into this madness; not yet, but he found her absence noticeable.

Considering the men he was surrounded by, many would find it understandable if they were in his place and shared his intelligent mind.

Excusing himself, he stood up and left the banquet room, needing some air. With a goblet filled with red wine in one hand, he started to walk away from the now-closed doors of that damn room.

He stopped himself walking halfway upon noticing he was not the only one wishing to remove themselves from the celebrations.

The hallway of the Red Keep was made of stones, but big arched glass-less windows were built to offer anyone a view of the gardens and even the city. Perched on one of those openings was a young girl, barely passing her 13th name day, based on her undeveloped body.

Tywin would have simply ignored her if he had not paid close attention to her attire and her hair. Her dress, a deep purple in colour, worked wonders as it contrasted with the pure white locks falling on the back.

There was only one family in Westeros with such hair, and only one had a child of such age present in the Red Keep.

As if sensing his gaze, the girl turned her head towards him. Instead of violet eyes, he was greeted by a combination of red and gold; a clear representation of the colours of flames when devouring the land.

“Princess,” he addressed her, recognising the child as the younger sister of the new King; Visenya II Targaryen.

“Lord Tywin Lannister I presume,” she greeted back with a small smile as she lifted her body.

Showing him her back was considered rude, and like the royalty she was tutored to be, she turned to face the older man, who stood a few feet away.

They had noticed each other during the Banquet and the feast, but no words had been exchanged so far. Their latest King was too busy enjoying the festivities in his name to fully introduce them.

That did not mean they did not know one another, at least when it came to names.

Only two Targaryen Children were present, Rhaegar and herself; a clear difference between them was evident without the need to note their high intelligence.

As for him, if one was foolish enough not to pay attention to the coronation; they would still have their chance for redemption upon noticing the pin on the man’s tunic.

“I should offer my congratulations for your brother, our new King,” Tywin said, breaking the small silence between them.

Out of courtesy, Visenya gave a small bow. “Thank you, my Lord. Allow me to congratulate you on your new position. If I am not mistaken, you are the youngest man to be titled Hand of the King.”

There was this twinkle in his eyes upon hearing her words and observing her bow. He could see that the Princess was a smart girl, educated and knowledgeable enough; perhaps more than her air-headed brother.

He knew he would have his hands full with him, but at least there was hope someone from his lineage had inherited more brains than exotic beauty.

Many might underestimate or dismiss her for her gender and age, but he could see intelligence and cunningness in those unique flaming orbs.

Their small moment was interrupted by the doors of the banquet hall opening as a tired Rhaella carried her firstborn in her arms. Upon noticing her, Tywin gave a small bow out of formality, but Visenya had other plans in mind.

“Sister, are you alright?” she asked with worry, having moved by the woman’s side with silent, quick steps.

The Young Queen smiled. Although her late teenage body had already changed after her first birth, her beauty remained. However, if one dared to look deep into her violet eyes, one would only see emptiness and loneliness.

“I am alright, a little bit tired and so is Rhaegar”  she explained, eyes falling on the future heir of the realm.

“Allow me to escort you back to your chambers,” Visenya said, her pre-teen body still offering a certain height that did not show much difference to the young queen. “Lord Hand,” she greeted him out of courtesy and then proceeded to walk side by side with her sister.

Tywin watched them leave, and he sipped the wine from his goblet. Unknown to him, this would not be the first time they would meet. No...it was the beginning of many as the threads of their lives were slowly pulled and twisted to braid with one another.

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266 AC – King’s Landing, Crownlands - Seat of Power: Aerys II Targaryen

King Aerys II had only been ruling for four years, and while he was still young, he had already made grievous mistakes. Often impulsive and looking after pleasure, his hand often dug into the coffers of his Kingdom, and even loans were said to have been taken from the famous Iron Bank.

Thankfully for him and the realm, Tywin Lannister was an intelligent man, and his family was quite rich. With proper investment and personal payment from the coffers of his own house in Casterly Rock, he made sure the crown owned no debt while also earning in return through proper investments.

At the same time, his wife had given birth to twins; a boy and a girl. Yet, he could not be with them, for he was busy running after the young King and ensuring he did not destroy the realm when no one was looking.

His council never truly helped, for many of the old ones had been replaced by younger men, many of whom would nod their heads to anything the King said and did. Sometimes, it was frustrating, but the famous Lion had to remain standing; he was not one to give up easily.

And he was not the only one in that case.

While everyone ran after the King and kept him busy with his responsibilities, Princess Visenya had the freedom of the world. No one dared to lift a hand on the Targaryen princess, fearful of the actions of her brother.

The same Brother who had been neglecting her ever since she had been born

He never paid much attention to her well-being, and neither tried to contain her in the walls of the Red Keep. This allowed Visenya to prove she carried the spirit of the woman she was named after.

Tywin often would cross the hallways of the Red Keep only to stare below him at the training grounds and see her there. While only 16, the young Princes had bloomed into a beautiful woman. Her white hair was not fully straight; the faintest curls could be seen at the end of her long locks.

Her body had matured, offering curves and a good bust. Her eyes kept having the same intelligence beneath them, her mind as sharp as her tongue. More than once, she had been the main gossip amongst the ladies about both her hobbies and the lack of a husband.

Rumours often spread like wildfire, and the teenage Princess did not truly help stop them either, nor did she seem to care.

For if she did, she would not be found in the Training Grounds alone or with her nephew. The Heir was still young and barely had his 8th name day passed, but he was interested in learning. His teachers became the loyal KingsGuard Ser Barristan Selmy and his beloved aunt.

The woman had a good handle of a sword, and her posture was always proper, but it was her skills with a bow and arrow that often drew the spotlight on her. Many claimed she had the eyesight of a dragon, capable of striking her target despite the distance or the obstacle.

If arrows were not available, she also trained with daggers, a fine choice for a refined woman, who was often under-estimated and risked having men approaching too close to her personal space.

While not favouring a woman in breaches and holding a sword, Tywin did nothing to stop him. His responsibilities lay with the King, and until Aerys himself brought up the subject, he would not bother with it.

It was a usual night and Tywin had found himself leaving his chambers and instead moving towards the Royal Library, a simple candle illuminating his way. The Targaryens took pride in the endless records and books they possessed, some daring far back to Aegon the Conqueror and the time of Dragons.

When he needed to clear his head, the Hand of the King would often visit the library and borrow a book. Sometimes, answers to his troubles could be found in the old Yellow Pages or even inspire him with some solution that he quickly needed.

Upon entering the big circular room, he was not surprised to find the torches already lit and a candle placed on one of the wooden round tables lying amongst chairs and couches. Only a few visited that room, truly interested in the treasures it held, but those two have never truly encountered one another there...until now.

“Princess,” Tywin addressed the teenager, who had her back turned and her eyes locked on a certain self filled with books.

Upon hearing him, she turned slowly and graced him with a small smile and a courteous bow. “Lord Hand,” she greeted and then turned to look at the self again, deep in thought.

Tywin studied her for a moment too long as he slowly walked into the room. While not always a good idea for an unmarried woman to be found with a man and no escort, their case was different.

The Royal Library was of limited access and the time of the Owl had reached them, leading many into a deep slumber. In addition, no one would truly dare to spread gossip of the mighty Hand of the King and the Princess; too fearful of what would happen to them if they did.

Placing the candle on one of the free tables, he turned to face a different section of the library as his eyes scanned the titles; searching for a specific book he already had in mind.

“What would you suggest?” he heard Visenya ask him, making him stop his hand halfway from grabbing the book he wanted.

“Pardon me, princess?” he exclaimed as he turned to face her, having not heard her question fully.

The teenager glanced at him with the tip of her eye but did not take her focus from the self of books she had been staring at for at least 5 minutes.

“I am looking for a book on war strategies of my ancestors and perhaps other great leaders of their time”, she explained, drawing his interest. “I have read many of them, but there are a few suggested to me by the Maesters. However, I do believe your opinion on them would be better justified.”

Tywin let his hand fall to his side, his full attention on her. He walked her way with confident, slow steps, not planning to intimidate her but not fully cowering in fear due to her title. His green eyes had specs of gold within them, glowing with intelligence and danger as the shadows of the torches were illuminated across his face.

He came to a halt three feet away from her and placed his hands behind his back, his posture straight and his gaze unyielding. “And do tell me why my opinion matters to you, Princess?”

[vigilante24ish]

La Vida Loca (Lenny x Fem!OC)

Chapter 2:

Clockwork Psychiatric Hospital - Present Time

Alice leaned back in the rather uncomfortable armchair. Her eyes were closed, and her long brown curls spread around her like an abstract halo. Her head was faintly leaning against the back, and gravity threatened to pull her further back.

If only those armchairs could be a tad bigger, Alice would not have to risk pulling a neck muscle as she let go.

A pair of black headphones was above her ears, music blasting directly into her mind and waking her consciousness.

Or she was about to when someone gently slapped her cheeks, the motion playful but still effective in earning her focus.

Her blue eyes opened slowly, pupils shrinking for a moment due to the bright light before the eyesight focused. Above her hovered a person, a mop of messy black hair framing a familiar face as dark brown eyes stared into her soul.

"Hey, dreamy!" the person shouted, shouting loud enough to be heard above the blasting music. Then, a pair of hands yanked the phones down, letting them hang around Alice's neck. "I didn't let you borrow them so you could fall asleep!"

Alice offered a gentle smile, not reacting to the nickname or the close proximity. "Technically, you did, or were these your words during my first days here, Lenny?"

Lenny smirked and licked her lips, enjoying this clever response. Her hands were placed on each arm of the furniture, and she hovered a little closer. The back was the only thing truly separating the two women.

"I did, but we agreed to share," she argued, glancing around before bringing her face closer. "And I didn't expect you to fall asleep to such banger songs, dreamy. You are supposed to dance, bang the drums and be one."

Alice chuckled as she arched her back, neck stretching as faces came closers to the point she could feel Lenny's breath and smell the liquorice she favoured so often.

Lenny took notice, and their minds seemed to share similar thoughts when the sound of heels against marble became rather audible.

They didn't have to look to know who it was, and with a groan, Lenny pulled back. She already had two strikes; if she got a third one, it was game over.

Not that she truly cared about the rules, but three strikes meant some "alone" time, and Lenny was in no mood to be separated from her pal, from her music and from Alice.

Alice shook her head faintly at the situation, but her smile remained. She grabbed the headphones and mouthed a 'later' to her companion before putting them on, letting her mind wander along with the music.

Only this time, she didn't travel to her little wonderland. Instead, she travelled through her own mind to recent memories and what had brought her to this hospital in the first place.

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Summerland - 2 Weeks Ago

Alice was called into Melanie's office one early afternoon.

The mutant barely had to knock as she entered. The bright-coloured office was a familiar sight; one might even call it a safe place.

How many hours had she spent there? How many hours had she spent during Astral Projection, with Melanie's guiding voice helping her remain in control.

Speaking of the female telepath, she stood before the huge window, staring outside. She often did this, her mind wandering to her cryogenic frozen husband, whose mind had locked itself and him inside.

Ironically, Alice had met the said husband a few times; Oliver Bird. Yet they never talked much, for she could never follow him too far into his mind plane; instincts and years of training kept her alert.

"Alice, thank you for coming," Melanie said, hearing the door open as the mutant walked inside.

"You wanted to see me?" the young mutant asked, head faintly tilting to the side as she stood before the now-closed door.

"Yes, sit, please."

Melanie walked toward the red couch. First, the glass of whiskey was held in her hand, and ice cubes were clinking against the glass' walls. She sat on one side and waited for Alice to approach, watching the young mutant seat close by.

"What's up? You got a mission for me?" Alice questioned, finger-pushing a wild strand behind her ear.

Melanie usually summoned her alone or with Ptonomy when a job needed to be done, such as finding a mutant or gathering information.

The look the older woman gave Alice was more than enough to confirm her suspicions. She did have a mission for her.

"There has been word and power surges of a mutant. If I am correct, it might be the most powerful mutant we have ever encountered," Melanie started, carefully choosing her words.

"And you want me to go find him? Or..." Alice was uncertain where this was going, mostly because Melanie never held back.

The telepath never hesitated to describe things as they were, to be blunt, and to get straight to the point. Even during missions, she would make it clear about the dangers one should expect and ensure everyone knew what they were in for.

So, seeing her hesitating confused Alice. What could she possibly have in mind?

After a moment of silent staring, Melanie found the courage to speak again. "I need to ensure my suspicions. I need you to find out as much as possible about this mutant."

Alice arched an eyebrow. "Why do I feel there is a but here?" she questioned bluntly.

The mutant had spent almost a decade under the care of Melanie, being one of the very first mutants to join her organization and help bring others into this safe environment.

The telepath had been a motherly figure, and thus Alice had learnt to be more blunt with the older woman and loyal enough to never say No, no matter how hard or dangerous a mission was.

Which was why she wondered about the unnecessary pause.

"This person is currently in a mental hospital," Melanie finally confessed. "I need you to go undercover there as a patient."

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La Vida Loca (Lenny x Fem!OC)

[A/N] - In this story, Lenny is a real person that eventually Faruk pretends to be to get closer to David & the OC.

Summary:

All her life, everyone had called it a child's imagination; a fever dream. But for Alice, everything was real.

When she would close her eyes at night, she would find herself following little creatures and shadows that moved. Ethereal figures that flickered from place to place; whispers coming from spirits in the walls and in abandoned houses.

But her power came at a cost, her mind wondering and getting lost down the rabbit hole far too easily; dissociating her from the real world around her.

Thankfully for her, Dr. Bird found her before others could. She offered Alice a home with others like her, and in return, she did her missions for the team... until the eventful day she met David and, by extension... Lenny.

Chapter 1:

Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat pocket or a watch to take out of it. Burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it and was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit hole under the hedge. In another moment, Alice went down after it, never once considering how in the world she was going to get out again.

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The first time young Alice was being read that book, she was rather young. She could barely read it herself or understand a lot of what was said, but she was invested and too excited to hear her name as a protagonist in this story.

She asked to read this book every night before bed, and sleep would take her before her father could finish it. While he promised her sleeping form he would continue it tomorrow, he was unaware that his daughter was actually exploring her own little wonderland... between the stars.

Each morning, Alice would wake up with blurry moments, and each night, she would find her little feet carrying her across all kinds of places, meeting all kinds of beings. Some were hiding, others were a little too friendly, and some... well, some were just quietly following her around.

Yet Alice was never alone on those journeys. Like the character in the book, she always followed the cute white rabbit, who took her away each night and brought her back before the sun rose.

As she grew, young Alice started to see things even when she was awake. Little flickers of shadows remained at the edge of her vision, and then... people. She would talk to them, giggle, and play along, unaware that the adults around her never saw what she did.

She was young, a mere child of four, when all started, and her father dismissed it as an Imaginary friend. Heck, he even had one when he was younger and knew his daughter would pass that phase and leave it all behind.

Or so he thought.

The "friends" never disappeared, and Alice often talked to them more than she did to her peers. She was 10 by the time she started speaking of ghosts and spirits, going as far as to bring up her late mother, who had died a little after Alice was born.

It worried the Father, but he dared to dismiss it, hoping she was a late bloomer and things would pass. Perhaps it was his own grief and broken heart that was trying to move on from the loss or the hope in the back of his mind that his child was normal.

But she was not.

By age 13, Alice had trouble keeping focus. Often, teachers would find her sleeping on the desk or just staring into space. The lines between her sweet wonderland and reality blurred, time became a forgotten thing, and Alice started to lose track of when she was awake and when she was not.

Her father finally acted, asking for medical help. Thus, Alice started taking colourful, bitter pills day and night. 

They didn't seem to work, and the episodes continued. Now, her little wonderland seemed to have darkened as her brain matured, and often, things she saw became concerning drawings hidden beneath her pillow.

She was barely 16 when she was sent to a Psychiatric Clinic for schizophrenia and dissociation. The pills there did not help either; the questions of her doctors were useless, and Alice's mind started to spiral faster down the rabbit hole.

The hospital became a prison, and her wonderland might be dark, but she had freedom, power, and company. 

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Her saviour came a year later in the form of Dr Melanie Bird.

Alice never understood what the woman had said or what power she had pulled, but Melanie took Alice away from the doctors with the sharp needles and the nurses with the gossiping mouths.

Melanie offered her a safe place for people like her... mutants, is what she had called them when she projected her mind deep into Alice head without moving her lips.

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Melanie was the most patient person Alice had ever met. She guided her step by step, and together, they made sense of who Alice was or, better yet, what she was.

She could see beneath the veiled walls of co-existent planes and travel them while her physical body rested somewhere. She could interact and influence, explore and chart, and she did.

Melanie guided Alice in understanding her powers and mission for the following years. She became the motherly figure she never had, and Alice spent the next eight years of her life helping her achieve what she wanted.

She never turned down a mission, and Melanie never stopped sending her away, using her powers for their cause. Alice never questioned anything because they were her family.

The only ones she could call those.

And so... just like Alice in the book started to forget her real family the more time she spent in Wonderland, our Alice started to forget the father, who raised her as she became more and more integrated into the world of Summerland. 

Chapter 2

[vigilante24ish]

La Vida Loca (Lenny x Fem!OC)

[A/N] - Basically, I started watching Legion, got obsessed with Aubrey's character, and am now writing a story. In this story, Lenny is a real person, and eventually, Faruk gets said face to get closer to David and the OC.

Summary:

All her life, everyone had called it a child's imagination, a fever dream. But for Alice, everything was real.

When she would close her eyes at night, she would find herself following little creatures and shadows that moved. Ethereal figures flickered from place to place; whispers came from spirits in the walls and in abandoned houses.

But her power came at a cost, her mind wondering and getting lost down the rabbit hole far too easily; dissociating her from the real world around her.

Thankfully for her, Dr. Bird found her before others could. She offered Alice a home with others like her, and in return, she did her missions for the team... until the eventful day she met David and, by extension... Lenny.

Warnings: Emotional Manipulation, Stockholm Syndrom, Sexual Themes & Mentions, Mental Torture, Gaslighting, Mentions of Drugs, Shrinks.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

[vigilante24ish]

i saw your agatha fav fics post AND i HAVE TO advice you this for lawyer!agatha. (i hope this worked its the first time im adding a link to a word 😭)

the story is not over yet BUT THE CHAPTERS THAT ARE OUT ARE. UGH. AHHHH. ya know

anyway BYE hope you’re well!

They damn are! And I can assure you it has been added to the list!

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If you are one of those people that comment such shit after after happened. I pray 2025 will be your worst year ever!

Such disrespect should not be allowed or encouraged. There is nothing funny about it.

In wake of the news of Jeff Baena, please be respectful. Aubrey deserves to grieve in peace. Comments like these are absolutely disgusting. Twitter/X is a disgusting cesspool. She is not single, she's a fucking widow. If what TMZ is reporting is true, her husband passed in a tragic way. She deserves the privacy to grieve. I don't care if she's a celebrity.

If you're on Twitter, we should flood the comments with support for her.