KINGDOM FALL | ROBB STARK [1]

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KINGDOM FALL
— 14. Name Day Preparations

   The following day, Olenna sat across from Tywin in the chamber of the Hand. Tywin ended up bringing up matters regarding the fact that he wanted Annalys to be married off to Ser Loras, Olenna's grandson, which Olenna was anything but happy about it, "Impossible." She found herself replying in a calm tone.

While still standing, Tywin poured himself and Olenna a glass of wine, "Why?" He questioned, acting as if there weren't any cons to Ser Loras marrying Annalys.

"My grandson is the pride of Highgarden. The most desirable bachelor in all Seven Kingdoms," Olenna explained to Tywin, "Your granddaughter--"

"Is powerful in her own right, rich, and the most beautiful woman in all Seven Kingdoms. Not to mention, the elder sister of the king." Tywin explained to Olenna, handing her a glass of wine.

"Ruined," Olenna replied, causing Tywin to raise a brow at the word the woman chose to use to describe Annalys.

"Ruined?" Tywin questioned Olenna in confusion as he turned face her before sitting back down in his seat.

"Ruined," Olenna repeated her statement without a care in the world, "Her marriage to Robb Stark was legendary, even in the South. They'd fight in battle alongside each other and then spend the entire night after celebrating their victory in bed," She paused, noticing the way Tywin rolled his eyes, "I'm something of an expert on the subject. The ladies talk about it constantly in the Reach. I'll admit, I admire your granddaughter in a way. She's strong, powerful, beautiful, and one of the greatest warriors Westeros has seen in a very long time."

"Then, what's the problem?" He asked Olenna, a puzzled look on his face.

"I don't think it's fit for my grandson to wed a woman who can murder him in his sleep if he looks at her the wrong way," Olenna informed Tywin, who clearly didn't know what he meant, "We've heard all about how her other betrothals went over the years. Most ended up dead. I don't believe you have the stomach to hear the details of what happened to some of these men."

"I've heard the stories, actually, and my stomach remains quite strong," He paused, taking a large sip of his wine before looking back over at Olenna, "The only thing that might turn it are details of your grandson's nocturnal activities. Do you deny them?"

"Oh, not at all," Olenna truthfully confessed, shaking her head, "A sword swallower through and through."

"And a boy with his affliction should be grateful for the opportunity to marry the most beautiful woman in the kingdoms and remove the stain from his name." Tywin explained coldly, but Olenna didn't seem bothered in the slightest at how disgusted he sounded.

"Did you grow up with boy cousins, Lord Tywin? Sons of your father's bannermen, squires, stable boys?" Olenna curiously asked Tywin, who didn't know what she was getting at.