"Robb Stark has fleed back to the North, my Lord."

One of Tywin's generals informed him during their meeting in the war room. They had managed to claim Casterly Rock from the clutches of Robb and his army.

They were all present in the war room in Casterly Rock looking over plans that were going to be set in place.

Now that Robb Stark had been drawn back to the North it was only a matter of time before he spread the rumors of the woman who could turn everyday trinkets into gold.

And that was something that Tywin could not have happen.

"Do we know where in the North?"

"We believe he's returning to his mother's old home."

Tywin nodded. So Robb Stark was returning to the Tullys. He was running with his tail between his legs like the wounded wolf pup he was. He was no King of the North like they all claimed him to be.

No, he was nothing but a scared little boy playing war.

"Make arrangements to continue to push him back again. Perhaps now that his wife is dead, he will remember what happens when you march on the South."

Tywin said as he rose from his chair. The men all rose with him and stood in their places as they watched their Lord leave the room without another word.

Tywin made his way to his chambers.

He had Tasha moved to his room after blood was spilt in hers. He didn't want her to stay in a room that would give her more grief.

She had been through enough.

Entering his chambers Tywin noticed as Tasha looked up from her hands. He had seen a small golden nugget resting in them.

He also noticed the bruising that was shown on her face now from the attacks she had suffered ordered by Robb Stark himself.

It made his blood boil.

"My Lord."

She said softly watching as he made his way toward her. He stopped before her and rested his hand atop the back of her chair where she sat right before the fireplace.

The fireplace was alive with the warm flames to battle against the chilling night air that entered through the open windows.

"You came back."

She said softly causing Tywin to nod his head.

"I promised I would."

He told her. She smiled at him before turning her gaze to look down at the little gold nugget in her palms.

"This was what he wanted. This was why he beat me. Because I wouldn't give him the gold."

She said her eyes still on the little nugget in her hands. Tywin was quiet as he listened to the young woman. His eyes closed slowly and he sighed deeply.

"He was going to use it to hurt you."

Tywin's eyes opened. He looked at her and seen she was looking up at him now.

"I wouldn't let him hurt you."

She said causing Tywin's hand to come down softly against the bruised skin of her face. She didn't flinch and she didn't pull away, she allowed for the touch.

Tywin felt his heart ache.

The old lion had not known this type of compassion since his Joanna. He stopped suddenly.

His heart ached.

She made his heart ache.

He closed his eyes to recompose himself. He had known - even though he hadn't wanted to - for a while now that when it came to this woman there was more about her than just the fact that she made gold for him.

She was more. She was much more.

Tywin didn't bother moving back when Tasha rose from her chair slowly. Her body still sched, but Tywin had a Measter fix her up some tea that helped to soothe the pain.

As she stood up, her lips barely reached his chin, but she didn't allow that to stop her.

Tasha leaned in and planted a soft kiss against his beard. Tywin tensed and his whole body turned stiff as he stood there allowing her to do as she pleased.

His body reacted just as it always did having the craving feeling of wanting more.

"Seven Hells."

He muttered as his hands came up and wrapped around her body dipping his head forward and kissing her passionately.

She melted into the kiss before it became rough.

Tywin's hands moved down to her butt and gave it an unashamed squeeze. Tasha couldn't help but gave a sensual deep moan. Tywin took this as a sign to move toward the bed.

Having her walk over toward the bed, Tywin started removing her dress. His hands moved over her strings and pushed down her sleeves of her shoulders.

Her hands clenched to his own robes and started to tug and pull on them, wanting him as equally naked as he was making her.

His lips decended upon the soft flesh of her breasts as he kissed along the skin, careful to avoid the bruising left behind by that damned Stark boy.

"My lord."

She purred as she titled her head back and pushed her breasts into his face. Tywin's hands worked at a fast pace to remove the rest of her dress and discarded it upon the floor.

It had been far too long since he had the soft touch of a woman upon his skin, and the last woman was indeed Tasha.

His blood boiled as a fire was ignited in his stomach while he leaned her back fully naked upon the bed and trailed kisses down her own.

He became angry when he seen the bruising that was around her sides. She must have been kicked on the ground while being beaten.

He swore he'd have the boy's head.

Then the most pleasing sound of the night came when Tywin's skillful tounge reacted her opening. He rolled his tongue around Tasha's clit causing the young woman to arch and moan loudly while clawing at his shoulder and the bed.

With her taste on his tongue he pulled away and watched her squirming below him while reading finished removing his britches and boots.

His cock sprung to life no longer being confined as it was previously.

Tywin gave a deep grunted groan as he watched Tasha not only spread her legs open for him, but she reached down between her legs and opened herself wider for him with her fingers.

"Nasty naughty little girl."

Tywin's deep lust covered voice sent chills down Tasha's spine. She watched him pumping himself a bit, his foreskin moving with his pumps along the long length of his cock.

After a few more pumps Tywin shuffled forward on his knees and lined himself up with her before he slowly pushed himself forward.

Tywin watched in tremendous pleasure as Tasha's eyes rolled into the back of her head and her lips parted.

Gods how he had missed this look.

Grabbing her legs at her knees Tywin started rocking in and out of her which gathered a low and throaty moan from her which started turning high pitched just like always.

Before either one of them knew it, Tywin lost control in his timely thrusts and was now impaling her as if she were a silver coined whore.

By Tywin could tell from the sounds she made she was enjoying it just as much as he.

His name was a chant upon her lips when she was actually able to speak. He felt her clench around him twice now and her body had shaken meaning her had reached her release.

Grunting feeling his approaching Tywin pulled out and she looked up at him wondering if he was done.

It wasn't uncommon for Tywin to not cum inside her, his fear being she would have a golden child as well and he didn't have the time left in his life to start over again, least this was what he told her.

"On your belly."

Tywin ordered in a lustful tone. Tasha knew what was coming next and she honestly didn't know if she should.

She could feel how bad her back looked.

But he was her Lord and she would always listen to him. So she rolled over onto her belly.

And just like she had believed Tywin's touch never came.

It never came because Tywin was far too angry and focused on the large dark purple and ugly yellow spots on her back.

Tywin sat there on his knees with his jaw clenched and his cock throbbing.

"M-my lord?"

Her soft and slightly worried voice pulled Tywin from his thoughts and back into the bedroom where they lay.

Tasha gapsed and her hands clenched into the blankets beneath her when she felt Tywin push himself slowly inside her.

To her suprise she felt his lean chest pressed against her back softly and his right hand come up under her to cup her breast. His lips placed on the left side of her neck giving her slow kisses as he thrusted just as sensually as when they first started.

He had never taken her in this manner before. But now she could feel him wholesome inside her. It was as if he hit every area of her and more.

"I'm sorry."

He whispered against her skin that he kissed. Tasha felt tears come to her eyes from the raw emotions that had never once been so put on display by Tywin before in all their nights together.

Rocking into her as slow as he did and with the ministrations that he gave her body, Tasha ended up cumming a third time and to her suprise Tywin followed shortly behind her.

Cumming inside.

"I must return to King's Landing."

Tywin told her as they laid naked together on the bed under the piles of fur and blankets that Tywin had upon his large bed.

He held her close to him in comfort after all the events that had happened to her.

"I want to come with you."

She spoke up softly. She said kissing his chest slowly, his skin smooth and hairless where she placed her lips.

Tywin was quiet for a moment as he laid there, holding the woman in his arms. He sighed deeply.

"You cannot."

He said causing her arms to tighten around his body.

"King's Landing is not a place for a woman such as yourself."

"Because of my gifts?"

She questioned sadly looking up at him. Tywin moved his hand and brushed some of that golden blonde hair out of her face. His thumb rubbed slowly over her cheek.

"Because of your kindness."

Tasha just looked up at him confused. She obviously didn't understand what he meant by that, so he explained.

"There are more men than you'd ever be able to count that are exactly like Robb Stark that live in King's Landing. Your kindness would be taken and used like a puppet. I can't let that happen."

He said seeing the realization in her eyes.

"If that's true, then why do you stay there?"

"I must as Hand of the King. It's my job. Just as it's my job to keep you safe."

He explained. Tasha frowned. She didn't really understand what any of that meant, but she wasn't going to press the matter, she knew that would only end up frustrating Tywin.

Instead she leaned in and put her lips upon his in a loving manner, one which he returned.

"I will wait for you then, just like I always have done."

She whispered pulling away from the kiss slowly. Her hand caressing his stubbly beard as she gazed into those green-golden breathtaking eyes he possessed.

Tywin said nothing but smiled.

Leaning up he returned her kiss.

Tasha felt empty as she held the letter in her hands. Kevan had received the news and remembered the woman that his brother held in such high regards.

"He's gone?"

She whispered holding the letter loosely in her fingers. Kevan stood by the doorway to her room and looked at her and how distraught she was over this news.

"Yes. He was shot by his son Tyrion during the boy's escape."

Kevan explained watching as Tasha sat on the edge of her bed the silent tears falling from her face and onto the parchment in her hands.

She remembered Tywin telling her that King's Landing was a dangerous place, but she never expected this to come from his own family.

"You don't need to worry, I'll take care of you the best I can."

Kevan told her causing her head to rise as she looked at him confused.

"But I must head to King's Landing to become the new Hand of the King."

Tasha sat there silent wondering why anyone would want such as dangerous position.

She lowered her gaze back to the letter in her hands.

"May I sleep in his room tonight?"

She questioned softly. Kevan frowned sadly, he knew there was more to all of then than what his brother had let on and know he seen it clearly.

They had loved each other.

His brother had actually loved another woman after the death of his first wife Joanna.

"Yes, I don't seem the harm in it."

He nodded understanding slightly the type of hurt it was to lose the person or people you love.

"Is there... is there anything I can get you my lady?"

Kevan asked after a pause. Tasha looked up at him and gave him a kind smile, one that he noticed did not reach her eyes.

"No thank you, Ser Kevan."

After Kevan's visit he left and headed straight for King's Landing. Tasha watched from Tywin's window as the man departed. When she knew she was alone she turned and looked upon the room where they had spent many nights together, including their last night.

Tasha felt her bottom lip quiver as she made her way to the bed and her hands brushed out against the furs and blankets.

She cried softly as she climbed onto her side of the bed when the two would end up sharing it for the night. She laid down and placed her hand stretched out, touching Tywin's pillow.

She inhaled deeply before moving over to his side a bit closer. She inhaled again, his sent filling her nostrils as she laid there crying.

She just wanted the pain to stop. She didn't want to continue like this she just wanted to be with Tywin.

She wanted to be with the man she loved, the only man she had ever loved.

Afraid, she clung to his pillow as she started the process. Her head flashing back to all their times together as her body became numb from the feet upward.

"I'm sorry."

She whispered through the tears as she tightened her hold upon the pillow, watching as it and her fingers turned to pure gold. She sobbed harshly as she felt her lungs stop working as they had fortified into gold.

In her last moments, Tasha leaned over and kissed the pillow keeping her eyes closed her last thoughts on Tywin before she was emerged into pure gold.