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It was well deserved.
As Tywin stood in his chambers at the Rock, he could not help but marvel at a job well done. The Reynes and Tarbecks were dealt with. No longer would they insult the Lannister name, his great name with their disrespect. He had ensured that his name would be spoken for generations to come.
He stood before a full-length mirror. There was only one way to celebrate his victory over the vermin who dared mock him. He would enjoy this greatly.
He began to undress as he thought back to his flawless handling of the situation. First, his demands. As he dropped his doublet, he remembered when those ingrates first dared oppose the Lannisters. They intentionally did not pay their dues. The audacity to ignore their liege lords was bad enough, but his father had chosen to do nothing about it. He’d claimed that it was nothing to worry about, that a mere toll was a small matter and there was no need to worry about them.
Weak fool. Had I been Lord of Casterly Rock, those ants would not have dared oppose us.
He stood before the mirror as he admired his bare torso. Well-conditioned and proportioned from days of training. Perfect for the future true ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.
His hands moved to his trousers as he thought of his next master plan. He had made it clear to the Reynes and Tarbecks that should they not pay their dues, there would be severe consequences. Their lords would be executed and they would be replaced with loyal lords who knew their place.
It was a perfect plan. He knew well how it would go. The foolish lords would learn their place or die in shame.
He supposed that in order for them to know their place, they would have needed some level of intelligence to begin with, which they clearly did not possess. As such, he was not entirely surprised when that idiotic lord came to Casterly Rock demanding to speak with Tywin’s pathetic father.
He could not be bothered to remember the man’s name. What did matter was what happened next. Tywin employed yet another tactical move that would put him on the map and ordered this man’s capture.
His hands moved lower as he remembered the look on that fool’s face when he was taken to the cells. His hand clamped around his member as he admired himself, knowing well that the fool had known exactly who he was dealing with at that moment.
He stroked himself as he remembered that ingrate’s words, swearing petty revenge. He could not mask the fear in his voice, however, and that was music to Tywin’s ears.
Unfortunately, his foolish father had caught wind of what had happened. He released the lord and forgave the debts, saying that was the least they could do considering what had happened.
Damned idiot. I would not have allowed us to appear so weak.
It mattered little he supposed. After all, he had done what was needed afterward.
Soon after that, the Reynes and Tarbecks formed a marriage alliance, declaring war against his great family. His father saw no reason to do anything about it, thinking that they would be cowed with mere words.
Tywin was not so foolish.
He gripped himself firmly as he sped up, not bothering to use any form of lubrication. After all, he did not need any, being the true Lion of Casterly Rock.
He admired himself in the mirror as he did so, knowing that this was what a true lord looked like.
I am perfection.
Ah, yes, what he did to the Reynes and Tarbecks. There was truly nothing like it. They had thought themselves so unbeatable, so powerful. He not only put them in their place, but he also made sure to send a message to any foolish enough to try and cross House Lannister again.
First, it was the Tarbecks who fell. He took his army and expertly defeated the Tarbeck host, outmaneuvering the weak lord and executing his entire house. He made sure none survived, as the name Tarbeck was to be extinguished from history.
He could feel himself getting close to his peak as he thought of the look on their faces as he slaughtered them like sheep. They were pathetic, all of them begging for mercy that would not be granted. He made sure the head of the house, whatever his name had been, was the last to die so he could see the consequences of his actions in full display.
Next, it was the Reynes of Castamere. Oh, how he enjoyed his plan for them. He was truly a brilliant mastermind.
They had holed themselves up in their castle, thinking that it would protect them from his wrath. While it was true that no army could penetrate Castamere itself, he did not need to.
With a few simple diversions, he managed to flood the castle. Sealing the doors to make sure no one escaped, he sat close and heard the screams of the fools within; their despair, their fear, their terror. All of it brought great joy to Tywin as he pictured their last thoughts.
Would they have regretted their actions? Would they have cursed his name?
He supposed it mattered not as they all died. Men, women, and children all drowned in the name of House Lannister.
He sped his strokes as quickly as he could, nearing his peak now. He thought of what he could do had he been the King of the Seven Kingdoms. He had expertly put down an entire rebellion at merely seven and ten while having to deal with an incompetent father as the Lord of the Rock. If he were king…
If I were king…
He finished silently, as no one was worthy of listening to his splendor as he released his seed all over the floor. He would need to make sure that he cleaned up afterward. As loathed as he was to do a servant’s work, he found it best not to give those lowly peasants any reason to gossip any further.
He looked around at the result of his actions. He allowed himself a smile as he felt immense relief at the thought of a job well done. No one else could have managed to pleasure him as he knew how to pleasure himself.
It was well-deserved