Tywin kept watching, his grip on the goblet was increasing without him truly paying it much attention as he was busy thinking of different ways he could make Prince Oberyn disappear without anyone knowing it.
He watched as they danced and he whispered something to her ear, their bodies now touching as they danced extremely close. The black eyes of the Dornish Prince met the golden-flecked green ones of his opponent and a smirk formed on the prince's lips. He moved his head slightly closer to Visenya's hair and neck, taking her scent before pulling back and guiding her further away from the royal table while still dancing.
This move was the final move and in the very next second, the glass goblet shattered.
Tywin's hand managed to crack and break it, resulting in getting a few nice cuts across his palm; evident by the few crimson drops that started to drop from his shaking closed palm.
"Father?" Trystan dared to question, now paler a few tones by the sudden sign of anger.
The Old Lion said nothing but opened his fist, allowing the broken goblet pieces to fall on the table before he grabbed a napkin; wrapping it around his hand but his eyes not once left the dancing couple.
Visenya did not pay attention to the royal table, her back turned to it almost the whole time. She could feel the burning gaze of Tywin on her back but mostly on Oberyn, his little plan having worked as he suspected.
When he brought his face closer to her neck and her hair, she had to squeeze his hand that was holding hers to the point her nails left an evident mark on his skin. This made him pull back and look at her as he started to walk backwards, guiding her.
"Feisty, aren't we?" he joked as the dance was coming to an end.
"The last move was unnecessary," she said, narrowing her eyes faintly in a warning but kept her smirk.
"Yet you are smiling," he pointed out.
"Out of frustration because I know I cannot stab you at the moment," she said and released her deadly grip on his hand.
"You can rest assured, it was all worth it," he said as the dance came to an end and the two of them had to take a step back to give a formal bow, as all the couples did.
By the time Visenya pulled her upper body up, she felt a dominating and dark presence right behind her. Many, who took notice, froze in their tracks as the mighty Tywin Lannister stood right behind his wife.
His face was stoic but there was this upcoming danger in his eyes, making many look away or down to avoid it. His hands were behind his back, his one hand still wrapped by a napkin as the blood had started to stop slowly.
The crowd watched in silence, the music even dropping in volume as the musicians were busy watching the show. A few foolish ones, might have thought that the Old Lion would join them in the dances but everyone else knew the truth; Tywin Lannister did not dance.
He had not danced in his first wedding and certainly not in his second.
"Lord Tywin," Oberyn greeted with his cocky smile as if he had not been pissing him off for the duration of the dance.
"I do believe the time is getting late and my Lady Wife and I are to be excused," he said, his voice had this odd calmness behind it.
Based on his previous reactions, one would be surprised to hear him so calm and one might even dare to say; unbothered. Those, who truly knew him, though, were alarmed upon hearing his tone.
This was the calm before the storm, the final safe step before the Lion would be let out. No one dared to try and bring the Lion out, no one was ignorant enough to test their luck; except for Oberyn.
The Dornish Prince was feeling lucky and he would have easily continued testing Tywin's patience and self-control. However, he received a sharp look from Visenya and was reminded that this was as far as his plan would go.
He had seen him breaking the goblet in his hand and he knew from personal experience, that blood had been drawn. He could live with that for now.
"Of course. I do apologize if I have exhausted you my lady with our dances," Oberyn said and kissed the back of her hand before taking his leave, returning to his lover; who had been the one spreading the gossip per his request.
She was intrigued by the show, amused by Tywin's reaction and now more than eager to have sex with her Dornish Prince after seeing him almost flirting with the Dragoness; the faintest of light-hearted jealousy within her.
Tywin placed his uninjured hand around her waist, fingers pressing and locking in a deadly grip as he guided her out of the room. Their steps were normal, elegant and confident as per usual; none could sense the tension rising between them.
As they left the room, the music and festivities continued.
Chambers of Tywin & Visenya, Tower of the Hand, Red Keep — King's Landing, Crownlands
The walk to the chambers was quiet, oddly quiet. Tywin did not say anything until they reached the doors of their chambers. He dismissed the guards standing outside and not so gently nudged Visenya to enter first, releasing her from his deadly grip.
He put the bolt behind the door, breaking the uneasy silence existing in the room as he turned slowly to look at her.
She had taken a few steps inside the room, putting some distance between them and had turned her body to face him. Only then, did she take notice of the napkin wrapped around his hand.
"You are injured," she pointed out, frowning faintly at the injury she had not noticed before.
He barely glanced at it, the blood had stopped by now. He could feel the stinging pain from his flesh wounds, the cuts not that deep but still sensible enough. They were nothing though compared to the fire raging within him, fuelled by jealousy and anger.
"One I would not have if my temper had not been tested, Visenya," he said in the same calm tone as he slowly started to march her way, discarding the napkin on the floor.
His tone might be calm but she could see the fire in his eyes, the danger hidden behind his beautiful green and gold orbs that only intensified as the distance between them was reduced.
By instinct alone, she started to take a few steps back but she never broke eye contact. She had seen Tywin jealous and she often found it amusing but she had never seen him that jealous, and that started to become a warning sign.
"With that? It was a dance, Tywin," she said, keeping her tone normal as she took slow steps back. "Do not tell me you got jealous of that. At the end of the day, I am still married to you."
Her back found the wall and she did not have enough time to move in a different direction as he closed the distance between them. She craned her neck up a little bit and she could feel warmth pooling between her feet at the sudden realization that he truly had her cornered.
He did not say something at first, letting her rethink her words and her actions that took place not so long ago. She did but she did not show any reconsideration she was currently having.
His good hand grabbed her throat, squeezing and pushing her against the wall.
Bad choice of words? she thought and looked at him in the eyes, knowing that he would never harm her truly; no matter how angry or jealous he was.
"Yes, you are," he agreed with her last statement and covered the distance between them until their bodies were touching. "Yet you did not act like one out there," he pointed out, his voice dropping dangerously.
His grip on her neck remained, tighter than a simple warning but not enough to truly cut her breathing. She could still feel the strength of his fingers, pressing at the side of her neck but also the spot between his index and thumb that was pressing her throat just to choke her faintly; the true warning.
"By dancing?" she managed to ask, finding it harder to swallow and speak with his unusual choking grip.
He pushed her more against the wall, her back pressing against it as her body was trapped between the wall and his body. The back of her head met resistance by the wall and she could feel his injured hand being placed on her stomach, ensuring she would remain against the cold wall.
"By dancing with him," he explained and leaned his face closer but then moved it to the side, so his lips were closer to her ear. "I told you before I know how men think and I know how he thinks and what he wants," he spat, his body pressing her more to the point that she could feel the bricks of the wall digging through the fabric of her dress and reaching her skin.
She was not stupid; she knew what she was doing by agreeing to the plan. Tywin felt threatened by Oberyn since the day of his arrival and if he was jealous of the usual men around her, he was possessive when it came to the Dornish Prince being around her.
Visenya could feel his hot breath by her ear but also sense each one he took by how his chest was pressed even more against her. His breath was not normal and she could understand that he was fighting himself, holding back from truly unleashing the Lion he had within.
"And have you asked me what I want?" she managed to ask after taking a few deep breaths of her own.
The warmth between her legs had intensified, somehow this rougher and more possessive side of his being a welcoming change. She was always so in control and he was always so distant or passive with her.
Ever since the night with the arrow, he had actually been slightly softer with her and one might say; a little bit more tender. However, she would lie if she said she did not miss his other side as well; the one that made her heart beat faster with adrenaline as they fought for control and dominance with one another.
His grip around her neck remained and she knew new bruises would form before the sun would rise by now. She felt the tightness of his pants pressed against her, a sign that she was not the only one affected.
"Should I?" he asked with a small dark chuckle as his other hand found the slit by her leg and used it to go beneath the fabric.
His fingers quickly found their mark and all it took was two of them to make her gasp faintly and arch her back in response. However, because of how close they were; she only ended up pressing her chest more against his causing her cheeks to flush faintly.
Her hands remained firmly placed against the wall, some sort of security or perhaps a futile attempt to push herself off it when he had left her no space to move.
She did not answer him but she bit her bottom lip as she sensed just how much more aggressive he was than usual. She was not the only one affected by it for she could hear his faint grunt and heavy breathing.
"Tonight you danced like a whore," he said, his tone dangerously dark as he stopped his movement when she was getting close, letting her suffer and quietly whine as he withdrew his fingers that were already wet. He then slowly pulled his head to face her, his expression dark; eyes filled with lust and challenge. "So, I will treat you like one."
She did not manage to say anything to his words, taken aback by how quickly he moved them from their original position. One moment she was pressed against the wall, his hand around her throat and his fingers deep into her caverns.
The next moment, she was slammed on top of the desk that was close by. She felt her front pressed against the wood, a few objects and papers left on it being pushed to the side by the sudden move.
He had withdrawn both of his hands, only to place one at the back of her neck and keep her down as he moved to stand behind her while his other hand worked to lower his pants. Her eyes opened wider, snapping from that haze they were in just a few seconds ago; getting his message.
They had first made out on a desk that night at Casterly Rock and she had made it clear that he would not take her like a prostitute on the furniture. It seemed that he had never forgotten and tonight he was proving her the exact opposite of what he had told her back then.
She inhaled sharply and could not help but gasp upon feeling him entering quickly, his body bending and his chest pressed against her back. She could feel his breath on her ear and then by the side of her neck, taking her scent as his other hand lifted her skirt high enough not to be an obstacle and grabbed her hip.
Her hands had moved to grab the other edge of the desk for some support while she tried to look at him but failed as her cheek was pressed against the wood.
"Ty—" she never managed to finish as he kicked her legs to open wider, offering him a new angle that made her part her lips in silent surprise at this new sensation, her voice momentarily lost.
She was ready for him, long before he had withdrawn his hands and she took him in without complaint. He did not take long to start moving, for the first time taking her up on the desk; not looking at her face.
She mumbled, gasped and moaned as she could feel herself being undone by his moves and his strong hand holding her hips to the point that bruises would be formed on her skin; his kisses and bites across her neck and her back only made the pleasure build harder and faster.
Hearing him mumbling her name against her skin, hearing his grunts and groans that she knew she was causing; made her feel powerful despite the position that said otherwise. She had caused him all of that, she had driven him mad with jealousy to take her that way and it was her name that he repeated between all those noises of pleasure.
Before she knew it, he had pulled himself back and out of her; only to flip her on her back.
He stared her down for a moment too long, letting her high start dropping before she was truly done and over the edge; for the second time. She was flustered and out of breath, laying with her back against the desk and eyes looking at him with equal hunger but also challenge; his warning not having shaken her enough.
Tywin did not let her move or act and he silenced her pants by crashing his lips with hers, savouring her taste. She tried to press him back with her head during the addictive kiss but he was not letting her, keeping her trapped there as his tongue dominated her mouth. His hands had moved to hold hers, fingers interlocking as he kept them pressed against the desk.
He entered her again, muffling their moans during the heated kiss as his pace picked up. His anger and his jealousy were still present and she could feel it with each thrust; going rougher, harder and deeper than he ever did before.
He eventually used one hand to move her legs around his waist for a better angle and then returned it to holding hers. His lips left hers and instead started to travel the side of her neck and collarbone, attacking any skin that her tempting tight dress left exposed.
She did not stop herself from moaning, her voice barely audible when she tried to call his name or plead but each time she tried; he stopped her by biting yet another spot on her body thus effectively silencing her while also marking her as his on multiple parts of her body.
Her release finally came, being the first to, as always, and her mind went completely hazy for a moment; like a white mist wrapping around it.
She could barely focus on her breathing as Tywin continued, savouring the last few moments before he also ended within her as he bit hard at the side of her neck to control the intense feeling and silence his groans.
He almost collapsed on top of her but he kept himself standing, their fingers still interlocked to such a tight grip one might see a mark forming by the following morning. Their chests heaved up and down, touching each time their lungs expanded in an attempt to get much of the needed air they had lost.
He moved his face from the crook of her neck until it was hovering above hers. He took notice of her flustered rosy cheeks, her parted lips that were now bruised from his nibbling and rough kissing and her hooded eyelids.
He stared right into her amber irises and he could see that she was staring right back at him. Whatever challenge, whatever power and confidence she had; was now long gone and she had surrendered to him; completely.
This pleased him to the point that he felt like smirking but there was one more thing he needed to make clear.
He released his one hand and grabbed her jaw with a steady and strong grip, keeping her face and attention fully focused on him. His breath almost reached hers from their proximity.
"Your soul... your mind and your body... are mine. Now... and forever," he said slowly between each breath.
She did not fight him nor did she challenge him. Seeing all this possessiveness, hearing those words... it was as if getting back her answer to all of her dilemmas across the years.
This was his way of showing how much he wanted her, how much he saw her as his wife and was not going to let go or lose her for any reason, whatsoever.
She smiled faintly, feeling most of her strength abandoning her.
"I know," she replied, not even trying to deny any of his words that she knew were true; and she did not mind.
This seemed to please him again as he also started to come down from his high and the exhaustion of the day was catching up with him, as well. He pulled back and out, letting her slowly move her body up and push it off the desk.
To her surprise, he moved to the side and wrapped one hand around her waist and the other beneath her knees before picking her up; as if she weighed nothing. He carried her to the bed, gently letting her down and helped her remove her dress so they both could get some sleep.
Morning arrived rather fast and Visenya was awoken by the beams of sunlight that entered through their window. She had no Dragon Dreams the night prior, which she was glad. Although, based on the faint soreness of her body; she suspected why.
She also made a mental note to get back at Oberyn for his plan, because as much as she enjoyed making Tywin truly jealous; it almost backfired on her.
She took a moment to let her mind wake up, the haziness of sleep going away. Only then did she come to realize that she was lying on her side, trapped in the arms of her husband. Her back was pressed against his chest as he had somehow spooned her in the middle of the night.
"Good morning to you too," she said upon sensing him moving faintly, clearly having woken up around the same time as well.
"You are in an awfully good mood," he groaned as he took her scent from her hair, one arm wrapped around her stomach and securing her close.
"What can I say, I had a peaceful night," she said, enjoying this rare moment of raw and pure intimacy between them.
"Hmm," he exclaimed and pushed his body faintly up, so he could see her over her shoulder. "Since you are in such a good mood, you can tell me about those rumours of last night and your history with that annoying and cocky Prince of Dorne."
The fact that he had not dropped the subject yet amused her and she did not hide it even though she tried.
"You sound as if you feel threatened by him," she joked.
Her amusement was not shared as he used his hand on her waist to roll her and force her on her back, while he moved to hover above her; almost fully straddling her. The movement caused the bed sheets to drop lower but both were in their night clothes already.
He placed one hand on the headboard of the bed and the other next to her head as he stared her down, his face serious. He did not have to say anything, his actions made it clear that not only did he not share the joke but was also not satisfied with her dodging the answer.
She let out a sigh and looked at him.
"They were not really rumours," she started, thinking how she could phrase everything right so she could finish her story without him losing control. "Oberyn and I were betrothed for a small amount of time but it did not last."
He tilted his head faintly to the side.
"When? And why was I not informed of this?"
"It was the time Tyrion was born," she said and his expression changed faintly, a sore memory coming into his mind. "The Princess of Dorne was looking for eligible matches for her daughter Elia and her son Oberyn. After you refused to wed any of the twins, they came to King's Landing while you were still in Casterly Rock. Aerys jumped at the idea of marrying me with Oberyn despite him being 5 years younger than me."
He tightened his jaw, displeased.
"Of course he did. That fool would have loved the opportunity to have you out of his way," he commented.
She extended one hand, gently caressing the side of his neck and his collarbone above his tunic.
"I did not find out directly but when I did, I avoided the Prince for days on end until I found his mother. I talked with her and explained to her that I could not rule the Kingdoms from Dorne."
Her eyes were focused on her trailing fingers, momentarily looking up at him as memories flashed into her mind.
"She was a woman, who was alone, ruling a Kingdom and she understood my position and my ambitions. She eventually agreed to break the betrothal and to ensure Dorne would remain our ally, I suggested Rhaegar in my place to marry Elia."
Visenya finished explaining, almost going a full trip down memory lane.
The Princess of Dorne had been one of the ladies-in-waiting of her sister and they had been familiar with one another before she ascended the throne of Dorne.
It had helped when Visenya made the negotiations, along with the fact that the Princess was a smart woman; who understood better than anyone how it was for a woman to rule in any way possible.
She almost smiled as she remembered the pieces of advice the older woman had given her and the letters they exchanged until she passed a few months after Visenya married Tywin. She had never truly talked to him about her, since the discussion never brought it up.
Tywin was silent for a full minute, looking at her as she narrated the tale. The death of Joanna was a dark period for him and he had pulled back from a lot of things that had to do with the Realm for a while.
He almost felt like an idiot for never finding out what exactly had taken place in his absence. Visenya had not informed him and he had not thought to search it further upon his return to King's Landing.
Now, he felt the need to scoff at how clueless he had been about his very own wife. Thankfully, no one had truly realized what he did not know last night and the whole fiasco should quiet down as the Dornish Prince is to leave the same day.
He fell back on the bed and just stared at the rooftop, processing everything. It did make sense in his mind, that Visenya would try to break the betrothal and that she was even successful. It also made sense where this odd familiarity came from between her and Oberyn.
His trail of thoughts was interrupted by Visenya, who chose to straddle him and gain his full attention on her. She tilted her head faintly to the side, all of her white hair following her movement and exposing one side of her neck where he could see his bite marks from the night prior.
She bent down, hands resting on his chest and pecked his lips; as if she had sensed his worries and mental dilemmas.
"You should not worry. If I was ever to be married to the Prince, I would have made him a eunuch the moment he would sleep with another woman," she informed.
This amused him and he placed his hands on her waist looking at her as she hovered above him, her lips not that far away from his while her white hair tickled his skin even above his tunic.
"This I could have easily enjoyed to see," he commented.
She offered him a sweet smile.
"But I assure you, my love, Oberyn has nothing of what I look for in a man."
This made him raise an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but also curious by her statement.
"And what are those things, hmm?" he asked her.
Her lips formed her signature cocky smirk that always tempted him too much.
"Well, if you look in the mirror you will see exactly what those are. You can also open a History book and read about the accomplishments of the Mighty Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock," she informed him.
Her words seemed to please him to the point that she could sense it through his breeches. He smirked and lifted his upper body a little bit to close the gap between them and seal her lips with his.
She smiled behind his actions and she kissed back, only to feel him rolling them until she was lying on her back and he was on top of her.
She could not help but chuckle at the sneaky move and he broke the kiss, looking down at her.
Visenya smiled at him, her eyes practically glowing with the intense feeling as she grabbed the front of his tunic and held it in her fist before she pulled him down for yet another kiss. This one that both shared was far more tender and sweeter than all the other times they had kissed; one that eventually led them to an early morning exercise... as if they had not gotten enough of one another the night prior.