Tywin was on a war path.

He had - thus far - excituted seven guards, three maids, a watchman, and was now pulling teeth with the captain of the guard.

Hellen on the other hand sought comfort in the arms of her sister and father, who were both in the small foyer off of the garden.

"There were no guards when Tywin called. It was as if the halls were a tomb for my awaiting death."

Hellen explained. Her father looked to her worried as did her sister.

"We cannot let you stay here like this. Queen or not it's obvious that Tywin's promises to protect my girls was -- "

"Facing an attacker with nothing but a sword and no armor - clothing for that matter - surely was protection?"

Hellen said rubbing the corners of her swollen eyes again. She had been on and off crying out of the sight of everyone else who wasn't her blood or her dear friends.

"Tywin risked himself to try and protect me."

"She's right father. King Tywin could have left her to her attacker, yet instead he didn't back down even with his... vulnerability."

Brienne said coming to her sister's aid. Their father sighed deeply through his nose and shook his head.

"I am to return home at noon, yet I leave with a pain of worry in my heart for my daughters."

He openly admitted to his girls. Although he had always been the quiet and reserved lord, their father softened voiced his concerns when the situation demanded it most.

This was one of those situations.

"You're my youngest. I will always worry for you, Queen or not."

He admitted. Hellen rose from her seat and walked briskly toward her father. She embraced him whole heartedly even burryinf her face into his neck.

"I will be alright. Tywin wouldn't allow me to come to harm."

She whispered.

"You make it sound so believable."

Jaime said walking into the room, sword at his side. Hellen pulled back from her father and looked toward her friend that entered the small foyer.

"Jaime."

Brienne said rising to her feet. She looked worried at him as he approached, stopping before Hellen and giving a bow. She quickly shook her head and raised her hand.

"Please, when we are with family do not bow to me, Jaime."

He nodded rising back up.

"What news do you have on my daughters attacker?"

"We've found no trace of him, but a description has been made and every able bodied man is searching the city for him. We will not rest until his head is hanging off the wall."

Jaime reported. Hellen turned her head and peered out into the garden. The butterflies fluttered about, birds made their voices known. It was as if this hell wasn't even happening.

"No."

Hellen's light hearted order caused the three pairs of eyes in the room to fall on her. Her back to them as she gazed upon the flowers.

"Bring him to me alive, unharmed if possible."

"Sister -- "

"He had every chance to kill me when he had hold of me, but yet he didn't, which means that he was there to send a message."

"Or my father stopped him before he could."

Hellen shook her head.

"No. He wanted something for his master, he made that very clear. When you find him, don't inform Tywin -- "

"Hellen -- "

"Please Jaime."

She said turning and looking at the man. He looked at her. This was the first time in a long while the two of them actually took a moment to study each other. Jaime was starting to sport a rougher look as he was becoming harry on his chin. His face aging. His eyes seeming darker and even colder.

"Alright, as your Grace commands."

Hellen closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

It was like looking at a younger Tywin and it made her heart skip a beat.

"Tywin please, listen to reason."

Hellen said as she watched her husband sitting there on the throne. The two of them were alone aside from the guards. She knew that they were prying ears, but she couldn't help it.

She had to talk to Tywin and she had to do it now.

"Listen to reason? Listen to reason!?"

Tywin's voice rose to almost a near shout as he leaned against the throne looking at Hellen who stood before him.

"You have your throat nearly slit before me in our chambers and you want me to listen to reason? What reason is there? The fact remains that this assassin will be brought before me one way or another!"

Hellen bit her inner lip. Her Lannister red dress draped around her. Blanketing her body in red with golden embroidery. Her eyes didn't leave his. No matter how much his voice rose above a civil level.

She held her ground, just like she always did when it came to him.

"Tywin, I have no doubt that you'll find him. But the level of this search is... brutal."

Tywin arched a brow as he sat there. His fists were curled and his jaw tightened. Brutal she called it. Tywin found himself growing irritated by her choice of words.

"Brutal? A man tries to kill my wife, who may or may not be with my child, and you call my commands on this search brutal?"

He frowned deeply as he sat up straighter.

"If you were anyone else -- "

"I have no doubt that you'd have a second song in your name."

Hellen said quickly. Tywin sighed deeply, watching his young wife climb the steps of the throne and stand before him. She reached out and grabbed his wrist to put his hand upon her belly.

His eyes flickered from her stomach to her face. It held a softness such as it always did when she was in a content state.

"Killing innocent lives and causing pain is brutal. People know who you are. They know what happens when you cross the Lannisters, you've no need to remind them. They know. I know."

She spoke softly moving from her standing to a position that surprised even Tywin.

Hellen slipped into Tywin's lap and kept his hand upon her.

"Don't cause others the pain that you were so sure you'd have felt in that room had my throat been slit."

She said watching his bottom lip quiver with emotion before he hardened himself almost instantly.

"He'll be found. But not like this."

She said leaning in kissing Tywin softly on his lips. The both of them sharing their kiss while seated on the throne.

"The Targaeryan woman has an army and three nearly grown dragons. We can't ignore this much longer."

Varys said glancing around the council. Hellen sat to the right of her husband, looking across the table at Ser Kevan wondering what is input to all of this would be seeing as how he is Hand to his brother.

"Dragons haven't won a war in 300 years."

"Thars also because there hasn't been any in 300 years."

Tyrion spoke up causing his father to glare at him. Hellen cleared her throat, drawing the attention to herself.

"Dragons or not, we can't ignore that fact that she's also raising an army of highly skilled warriors and slaves who are more than willing to die for her. We have a power that can kill the dragons, but warriors, if we're out numbered we will fail."

"And what is this power that can kill the dragons, your grace?"

The Measter asked looking toward the woman. Hellen turned her gaze to the old man, preparing to tell him only to be silenced when the doors to the meeting room of the Hand opened.

"Cersei, you're still here."

Tywin said looking toward his daughter who walked toward the table with a fast pace. It was true the wedding might have ended, but not everyone had returned home. Mostly because of the second wedding that had yet to take place.

Jaime and Brianne's.

"Yes. Father I wish to speak with you. The matters are urgent."

Tywin looked to his daughter and seen that something was bothering her. He sighed.

"Everyone out. I must speak with my daughter."

He ordered causing everyone to rise from their chairs and head for the door. Hellen glanced over her shoulder right before the doors shut behind her leaving Tywin and Cersei in there alone together to speak about whatever it was that was so important she intrupted an important meeting.

"What do you think Cersei is to go on about now?"

Tyrion questioned Varys. Hellen turned and glanced toward the two as they walked through the halls and away from her. She stood there for a moment debating on weather of not she should follow and attempt to listen to their conversation, but it seemed that her choice was made up for her.

"Father you cannot!"

Hellen heard Cersei even from outside of the doorway. With the doors shut, Hellen could hear bits and pieces as to what was being said. She stood there turning and pressing her ear up against the door.

Inside Tywin sat in his chair his palms griping the chair as a frown was stretched far across his lips. Cersei stood there before him angry as she shook her head.

"Jaime cannot marry Brianne of Tarth! She is a traitor to our family! She sided with -- "

"Kathern Stark. Yes I'm well aware."

Tywin said looking at his daughter.

"And now that woman is dead. Lady Brianne is one of only women Jaime has ever shown even a slight interest in -- "

"Aside from your wife."

Cersei spat under her breath. Tywin stopped speaking. He felt his blood rise in anger with his daughter having caught what he thought he heard.

"What did you say?"

Cersei felt her whole body tense, but she didn't allow it to show. Lifting her head, she swallowed nervous and gave a playful little scoff.

"You didn't notice? Honestly? When Hellen arrived with Jaime and her sister, Jaime was unable to take his eyes off the younger. At first I believed it to be mere friendship, but..."

Cersei paused putting a flare of dramatic effect into play with her words.

"I believe it is more than that. I believe that Jaime harbors feelings for Hellen, more so than for Lady Brianne even."

Tywin rose from his chair with such a speed that his chair scraped across the floor. He approached his daughter and stood before her. His chest rising and falling in a heavy manner. He glared down at his daughter as if trying to distinguish if she was lying or not.

She looked up at him with pitty as if he had honestly been so blind to everything.

"You stand here and accuse your brother while in his absence."

Cersei's eyes widened a bit.

"I will speak with Jaime, see for myself if this is true or not."

"And if it is?"

Cersei rushed to question. Tywin's eyes narrowed and then he scoffed.

"He and Lady Brianne will be shipped off to Casterly Rock where their wedding will happen when they arrive."