Hellen stood in her chambers looking at her reflection. She wore her usual armor that she had worn coming here first time with her sister as they had returned Jaime.

She had missed the way she looked staring at her own reflection she sighed deeply. Images from last night played through her mind. Tywin's lips all over her body. His own strong body covering hers. His movements...

Hellen felt her cheeks warm as she pushed the memories into the back of her mind. Tywin had purposed to her last night and then taken her on his bed in his chambers. Both attempts to obviously keep her here instead of leaving to go find her sister.

Something she was going to do early this morning regardless of Tywin's wishes.

She managed to sneak out of her room, the castle, and had made it to the stables and mounted her horse when she was caught.

A group of soldiers who was looking for her stopped her before she could ride off to find her sister. And that's when she found herself being dragged to the throne room.

She had kicked and screamed to be unhanded until she was practically tossed to the middle of the throne room floor by none other than the Mountain himself.

"What is the meaning of this!"

Hellen shouted angry that she had been man handled in such a manner. Tywin sat there upon the Iron Throne watching the display before him. He didn't seem pleased in the slightest.

"The meaning of this? Have you forgotten our agreement?"

He questioned watching her carefully as she pushed herself up from the floor. Hellen glared at Tywin angry at the man for stopping and catching her.

"Agreement or not I need to find my sister!"

"Agreement or not you'll do as I say. I won't have my future wife running about acting like a fool. Lannisters don't act like fools."

Tywin's deadpan tone caused Hellen to tense. He was extremely displeased with her and her actions. She knew she was on thin ice and she had to be careful.

"Ser Gregor will escort you back to my chambers where you'll wait for me. You're dismissed."

He ordered causing the Mountain to grab her forearm only for her to rip it from his hand. She sent him an equally deadly glare as she raised her head and straightened her back. She wouldn't dare return to his chambers in front of him sulking. She'd return with her head held high.

Even if she weren't in control.