ASOIAF/GOT: Minecraft in Essos.

~~~Third Person, Ninth Moon, 277 AC~~~

~~~Great Hall, Casterly Rock~~~

"Cersei, you're hurting me," Jaime's low voice reached his twin sister's ears, and he tried to remove Cersei's hand from his left arm with his right hand.

Cersei came to her senses and removed her hand carefully, her features adorning an apologetic look. "I'm sorry," she said, looking at the nail marks on Jaime's skin, which had blood marks oozing from them.

"Why are you like this? You should be happy for Father, for our family," Jaime said not understanding why his sister, his twin, was behaving in such a way, "how else would I behave?" Cersei asked with fury behind her green eyes, "That thing is the reason our mother is dead, and now he is alive and paraded all over the place, and to make matters worse, he is rewarded for his existence."

Jaime frowned, and as he was about to reply to his sister, a plump, firm hand was rested on his shoulder, "Aunt Genna," Tywin Lannister's sister Genna looked at Cersei with a kind and loving face, but beneath the affable look, something else was hidden. Cersei could see it in her eyes.

"Cersei, sweetheart, a pride protects what is theirs, a Lion fights anyone who crosses them if it means guarding what rightfully and painstakingly belongs to them, a lioness protects her cubs, and the other members of the pride band together when they are threatened."

Genna's words came out of her mouth with a honeyed and sweet tone, and no one would expect that so soothing tone to vanish with the following tone with which Genna said her next words, "Then in my eyes, you are nothing but a stain to the House Lannister you claim to belong to if instead of supporting your own, you point them out and let everyone else make a mockery of your brother, your house, your family name."

"And I'm certain your mother would go back to the grave again if she knew what you were becoming." Genna finished saying her short but meaningful words, then sighed and put a smile back on her face, "Your father is happy after some years of misfortune, your brother is cured, and you will marry one of the most important Lords of the kingdom, you should be happy, and not acting like a naive and foolish girl who doesn't know about the blessings that fill her life."

"You two, stop slacking off and set another chair for the blessed imp!" The exchange between Genna and Cersei was paused as Aerys shouted to the servants, who immediately went off to do as their king ordered.

As Tywin returned to his table with Tyrion laden, the latter still being covered with Azrael's silken cloak draped over him. And once he was seated in his chair, the first comment came, "Bed....".

Whoever said it made sure to say it in the crowd, so it was not known who initiated it, but one by one, the men joined in, "Bed! Bed! Bed! Bed!"

What started slowly, turned into a tide of men surging towards Tywin's table with the clear intention of 'escorting' the bride to the chambers, only to have their wishes crushed the moment Tywin stood up and slammed his fist on the table.

"Anyone who touches my wife will end up with no hands," Tywin's threat reached everyone, as Janna stood up as well, adorning her face with a flirtatious and mischievous smile, "My lords, I fear my husband has spoken, and I must reward him for guarding my honor, don't you think?"

Janna's words took the ladies and ladies with surprise, and they did not wait to show annoyance at Janna's lack of courtesy, on the other hand, the men did not wait to agree with her, urging them to leave quickly.

And Janna did not wait, under the watchful eyes of all, she took Tywin's hand and began to lead him through the Great Hall, as the guests celebrated the union.

"The room will not leave, Janna," once in the halls of the Rock, Tywin said seriously, though a smile threatened to appear, "What? Don't tell me you don't want this as much as I do." Janna answered him, and catching Tywin off guard, pressed her lips together with his.

Tywin, at first reluctant, gave in to lust, reciprocating the kiss and resting his hands around the now Lady of Casterly Rock's hips. "The room," Tywin interrupted the kiss as they were surprised by a group of servants carrying trays full of food into the Great Hall.

"And now who's the hasty one?" Janna laughed, and without giving Tywin time, and not caring what the servants would say the next day, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, and with force, tore it, allowing her to move her legs freely.

"What are you waiting for?" was what she said to him, and like a random young girl, she started running into the room, holding her torn dress as she laughed.

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The door to Tywin's room opened, and the Lion of the Rock entered confidently but also attentively, the room had been fitted out for the consummation of the marriage, the bedding had been changed to fine silk sheets, the fireplace crackled with burning wood, providing warmth to the room.

And on the tables were jugs of wine, fruit, and snacks such as crackers or cheese.

Janna was standing at the front of one of the tables, pouring two glasses of wine, she no longer had on her the gold shoulder pads and collar, nor did she have the cloak that was attached to the gold shoulder pads, she only had the sleeved dress fitted to her body.

Janna then approached Tywin with the two cups in each hand, and the skin of her left leg was showing through the slit of the torn dress as she walked, which caught Tywin's attention.

Extending the goblet towards Tywin, he took it, and sipping a bit, he let go of the goblet, letting the precious wine spill out onto the stone floor, with Janna doing the same, "You have a lot of clothes on," she said softly, beginning to help him remove the ceremonial armor he was wearing.

Minute by minute, Janna was leaving Tywin without the armor, being left with only a gambeson and brown pants, "yes, that's better," Janna took the opportunity to kiss him again, while her hand, slowly approached his manhood. It was erect.

Tywin gasped for breath, relishing the pleasure Janna's touch was giving him, so much so, that he grabbed Janna tightly by the waist and began to pull her closer to the bed, and then he sat on the edge of the bed, with Janna straddling his legs, Tywin tried to kiss her, but Janna put her index finger on Tywin's lips, and then pushed him down and forced him to lie down.

Under Tywin's watchful eye, Janna unbuttoned the clasp that held her dress, and with graceful, sensual movements, she pulled the sleeves of her dress off, then pulled down the top of her dress, leaving her naked.

Her pink nipples were exposed, with her firm breasts waiting to be touched, Janna, for a woman almost Tywin's age, precisely thirty-three, enjoyed a good figure, and that was demonstrated the moment her small waist was exposed, her firm breasts, and her soft but toned abdomen, being an almost divine sight.

"If the Seven exist, then thank you," Tywin, in a fleeting moment when he was without his constant upright and stoic figure, let himself be shown for what he was in the privacy of his room, blurting out affable remarks as he became more and more daring, even to the point of getting back up and licking Janna's breasts, who was moaning and biting her lips.

"Ready, husband?" Janna asked softly, being ready to offer herself fully, as lust wanted to overflow into the room. "Do you have to say it?" Tywin answered her, joining her in kisses and caresses.

Outside the door, maids or guards passed by from time to time, and some laughter or sounds could be heard, even late at night, indicating that neither of them slept, they were busy doing something else... Something better.