Tywin was fuming as he gazed upon Hellen's shaken form. His jaw clenched tight as he looked at her sitting there in her elder sister's embrace. His son was currently combing the gardens for the rouge intruder who had single handedly taken out two Lannister guards.

Selwyn wasn't happy either. He kept close to his youngest as well, but left the coddling up to Brienne.

"Two guards? Just two? What were you thinking?"

He scolded causing Brienne to look baffled at the older man. Hellen looked at Tywin, her once blue gaze now reddened from the stress and crying.

"Your grace, there had been four guards -- "

"Then enlighten me as to where the other two had went!"

His voice cold and rather booming in his chambers. He had been pulled away from the meeting with their father about the dowry to find his future wife covered in blood and in a panic.

"I sent them back with Brienne when she returned to the castle your grace."

Hellen said weakly looking at Tywin and the disappointment he showed. He sighed deeply through his nose, the obvious annoyance radiating from his being on this whole situation.

"Why did you not return with Lady Brienne when she came back to the castle?"

"I wanted to keep walking. I thought two guards would be enough I -- "

"You honestly believe that I would place four guards on you at all times if two would have been sufficient!"

He said scoffing and pacing toward the window. He didn't look at her then. She knew he wouldn't with how cross he was with her now. She lowered her gaze to the floor feeling defeated.

"Your grace, I'm not sure I'm pleased with this."

Selwyn said causing Tywin to scoff and kept his eyes out the window.

"And you think I am?"

"Lord Tywin, when I was informed of the attack on your family I believed you when you told me I had nothing to worry about when it came to the safety of my daughters. But now I see that's not the case."

Tywin's head whipped toward the man with a gaze that was beyond deadly and stern.

"And what do you see, Lord Selwyn? Hm? What is it that your cunning eyes are able to see? The fact that your daughter - my future wife - Is covered in another man's blood or the fact that she's beyond shaken! Tell me what do you see that I don't!"

Selwyn backed down quickly looking at Tywin baffled from his sudden and unexpected outburst. He hadn't believed a man like Tywin Lannister to become so upset over something that hadn't concerned his own family. Hellen and he wasn't even married yet and he acted with such an anger it was unlike him.

"Everyone, leave the room. I need to speak with his grace in private."

Hellen said pulling from her sister and standing from the chair. Brienne glanced from her to their father. The man looked at his daughter for a moment, a slight pause, before clearing the room.

Brienne stood from her seat and looked from her sister to Tywin. She lowered her eyes for a moment before walking and following her father out of the room. Once the doors closed Tywin arched a brow looking at Hellen.

"You've cleared the room. Now what?"

"Now? Now I apologize for the inconvenience and beg that you don't blame anyone other than myself."

Tywin scoffed and in three long strides he was before Hellen. He stood there gazing down at her. He looked into those eyes of hers. Her eyes that if only held more green would seem like Lannister eyes.

"You seek forgiveness?"

"I do."

Tywin huffed and glanced away looking out the window again. His hands clapped behind his back slowly came undone and suprised Hellen by his fingers grazing her stomach.

"Stop acting like a fool. Think about your well being more than anyone else's here. Your life is worth ten of anyone."

Hellen's eyes widened. Her hands reaching up and grabbing hold of Tywin's. She held onto his hand looking him in the eyes as he turned his head to look at her.

"Tywin... you can't say tha -- "

"You're to bare my child. You're to be my Queen."

He moved even closer to her. His eyes holding such a harsh gaze that it startles even Hellen.

"You are important in more ways that you'd ever stop to think. Jaime is my heir, but you, you will give the heir to the throne. Our child will rule all seven kingdoms long after I am gone -- "

Hellen stood upon her toes and pressed her lips to Tywin. She startled the man at first. His serious talk cut short by her. He didn't complain however, instead he kissed her back, both his hands grabbing the sides of her face and holding her close.

But of course a knock came at Tywin's door.

"Your grace! We found something!"

Tywin stood before his small council fuming. The item in question found was a blade. The blade had been found thrown off the garden path and behind a brush not far from the scene of the attack. The weapon however --

"I can assure you this is hand crafted by someone in Drone."

Varys said looking down at the balde that was still coated in blood. Tyrion tapped his fingers against the table looking at the blade.

"So, everything is pointing toward Oberyn after all it seems."

He spoke up causing Hellen, Pycelle, and Varys to look at him. Tywin's eyes kept upon the blade. Hellen swore that he was going to set the weapon on fire with the smoldering inside his eyes.

"Or it's just set to look that way."

He said again causing Hellen to frown deeply.

"Someone with a grudge against the man trying to set him up by attempting to kill me? Sounds like a lot of trouble to go through."

Hellen replied causing Tyrion to look at her. Varys shifted in his seat.

"You did say that the perpetrator was fast, yet they did not catch you when you ran? It does make sense, my lady."

"To send a message then?"

Hellen said sounding angry and confused. It was true though, the attacker was extremely fast and yet they had not been able to catch her when she had run.

"Perhaps. Perhaps you've angered someone?"

Pycelle spoke up though he mostly mumbled as he glanced from Hellen to Tywin, who's eyes were still on the blade.

"Believe me, I've made it my job to keep from making enemies as much as possible."

Hellen spat causing Pycelle to lower his gaze and mumble something under his breath.

"Whatever the case -- "

Tyrion said looking at his father.

"Someone is after lady Hellen and we need to do something about it. Whether it be more guards or -- "

"I refuse to have more guards. If I am to become Queen I want King's Landing to feel like my home, not like a prison!"

Hellen yelled causing her voice to bounce off the walls of the open meeting room. It was just then the doors opened and Kevan had entered the room. He walked quickly to the table and gave a quick nod of the head as his respectful bow before taking his seat.

"Did you find anything else?"

Tywin finally spoke up his eyes flicking from the blade to his younger brother. Kevan frowned deeply and looked around the table.

"Nothing. Whoever it was that had attacked lady Hellen fleed the area long before we arrived. Ser Jaime still has his men out looking while lady Brienne is helping -- "

"My sister should be inside where it's safe not out looking for someone who killed two armed guards right in front of me like it was nothing at all."

Hellen said her harsh tone turning lighter and filled with concern. Kevan gave a small smile.

"I said the same, but lady Brienne insisted on trying to track down who attempted to harm her little sister, as she put it."

"Well, with no leads and our only two wittiness dead as they were slain by the killer, what are we to do?"

Varys questioned looking around the table. Tywin sat there silent thinking. It was obvious to everyone in the room that he was thinking about what to do with this situation. It was only when Tywin turned his attention toward Hellen did things seem to take an unexpected turn.

"Everyone leave us. I need to speak with Lady Hellen."

And turn things did.

"Invite him to our wedding?"

Hellen gasped looking wide eyed at Tywin. She couldn't believe that she had just heard those words slip from his mouth. Inviting the man who it seemed fairly obvious was trying to kill them to their wedding was a huge shocker. Huge. Tywin sighed deeply as he poured some wine for him and her both. He handed her the cup and returned to his seat.

"I understand your concerns completely, but you have to trust me."

"I trusted you the moment you said you'd protect my sister from harm, only to have your protection for unseen!"

Tywin's jaw clenched as he glanced away for a moment then looked back at her.

"She's still alive and unharmed. Besides, she's well off since she's to become lady of the Rock. Your protection is important, Hellen."

"Which is why I don't understand the reasoning behind why you intent to invite a man ready to kill the Lannisters and apparently myself."

She stated standing from her chair and walking around it. Tywin watched the woman closely from his chair. He understood her concern, he honestly did, but her actions toward this were starting to draw on his nerves.

"Hellen, sit down. Stop acting like a -- "

"A child? But I am one am I not? I'm most certainly young enough to be your granddaughter."

She said turning her back to him. Tywin rose quickly causing Hellen to glance over her shoulder fast enough to see Tywin glare her way.

"You are young, yes, but you've more than shown you can act as a lady three times your age. Which I highly suggest you start doing immediately."

He said causing her mouth to part in shock.

"We will invite Prince Oberyn to the wedding. We will act as if we know absolutely nothing of his involvement. And when the time comes, we will catch him in the act and we will make sure that he and whoever else is behind all of this pays for what they have done to this family."

Tywin said his voice calming with each passing word. He inhaled deeply, moving from the head of the table and around to Hellen. He reached out for her and placed his hand upon her cheek. He looked deeply into her eyes.

"I swore to protect you. You are apart of this family now. Married yet or not. You are mine."

He growled the last part with a deep breath pulling Hellen in closer to him, holding her against his strong chest.