Tywin sat in the chair, rolling his eyes as he watched Cersei smash everything in sight. Jaime and Tyrion dodging all the projectiles that were flying through the air. Despite having no real desire to divulge the whereabouts of (Y/n) to the rest of the family, Tyrion couldn't help himself. He knew that the idea of (Y/n) being happy, would anger his sister to distraction. And now as he ducked to avoid yet another flying wine goblet, he knew his supposition was right.

He couldn't help but smile as soon as he, Bronn, and Sandor had returned to the Red Keep. (Y/n) had managed, in the best possible way, to defy not only her mother, but also the rest of the family. She had escaped her mother's tyranny, escaped her grandfather's plans to sell her for his own selfish ends. And even more, she had married the whoremonger.

"How dare she defy me! How dare she give herself to that man. I want the marriage annulled. I want her brought back here. How dare Baelish take my child from me." Cersei screamed, as she threw yet another goblet. The delicate vessel smashing into tiny pieces not far from Jaime's head.

"Please sister. This sudden pretense that you actually care for (Y/n) is not fooling anyone. The only thing you are missing are the fake tears. The whole of the Seven Kingdoms knows how you feel about your daughter, so no one is going to believe that you have just become a doting, and caring mother." Tyrion scoffed, as he managed to find a glass that had not yet been smashed and poured himself a drink.

"(Y/n) has been defying you all her life. She hates you just as much as you hate her. And the only reason that you are in such a rage is because she has spoiled your fun. And even worse, she is happy. Two fact's that must drive you insane." Tyrion continued, as he sat down, ignoring Cersei's continuing rant.

"I want the marriage annulled. She has brought the families name into disrupt. A Lannister nor a Baratheon can be seen to be married to a man like Baelish." Cersei insisted again, as she came to stand in front of her father. Hoping that the old lion would feel the same indignation as she did.

"The marriage will stand." Tywin announced calmly, as he finished his wine, and placed the glass on the table before him.

"But father..............." Cersei began to protest, Tywin holding up his hand to stop his daughter.

"You have what you wanted, Cersei. You wanted (Y/n) married off, she is married. You wanted (Y/n) to not be around your other children, (Y/n) is no longer in the Keep. And for once I find that I must unfortunately agree with your brother. You have brought this on yourself. Your treatment of the child has brought nothing but its own shame to the family. And despite the fact that I dislike the idea of a granddaughter of mine being married to a whoremonger. There is no arguing that Baelish is rich, and influential. A husband that is the Master of Coin can be seen as a good match." Tywin stated, as he got to his feet and made for the door. Doing his best to avoid the smashed glass and broken furniture as he went.

"But...........I believe that (Y/n) should at least return to the Keep so that her marriage can be celebrated in a way that befits her station. She is after all the oldest child of the King, a Baratheon. And as Lannisters, we have a reputation to maintain." Tywin told his three children before making his way out of the room.

"I think that is a wonderful idea." Tyrion chuckled, as Cersei turned to glare at him. Tyrion completely ignoring her, as he took another drink.

"It is only right that Robert's oldest child's marriage should be celebrated correctly. I mean, what will the other Houses think of you, dear sister, if (Y/n) isn't presented properly as a married woman to the rest of Westeros? It wouldn't look good for either the Baratheon's or ourselves. Now would it?" Tyrion continued, being quite aware that the idea of having a celebration for (Y/n) would make Cersei irate beyond words. But Tyrion also knew that Cersei would have to be seen to be the bigger person, if for no other reason than her own ego. That, and the idea that she could enter the celebration meant for her daughter and take the attention away from (Y/n), Tyrion knew would attract his sister to the idea all the more. But the little lion also knew his niece. Knew how much more intelligent than her mother she was. And no matter what Cersei tried, (Y/n) would always have the upper hand.

"Very well." Cersei suddenly agreed, as she became strangely calm.

"Let us celebrate (Y/n)'s marriage. As father said, we have a reputation to uphold." Cersei announced with a thin smile. Tyrion and Jaime looking at one another as their sister left the room.

"This isn't going to end how Cersei thinks it will. Is it?" Jaime asked, as Tyrion smiled and shook his head.

"Not at all." Tyrion replied, as he raised his glass before drinking down the contents. Part of Jaime feeling as if he should go and talk to Cersei. The other part knowing that despite everything, (Y/n) deserved to be happy. And that the way his sister had treated (Y/n) because she was the only one of the children that was actually legitimate. The only one that was the true heir to the Iron Throne. Even for him, was a disgrace.

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Petyr made his way into the Red Keep. It had been the first time that he had been to the castle since his marriage to (Y/n). And despite his wife's concerns, Petyr had assured her that all would be fine. Telling her that if the king had requested to see him, he was hardly in a position to refuse. Even more so that he was now his son in law.

As he made his way to the throne room, Petyr couldn't help but notice people talking quietly to one another in hushed tones. He couldn't pretend that he was surprised. The Master of Coin knowing that there couldn't be a soul left in Kings Landing that didn't know about his marriage to the princess. It was true that (Y/n) was younger than he was by quite a number of years. That she was the child of two great Houses, and he was the lord of an extremely minor holding. But he didn't care about what anyone thought or believed about their relationship. He had (Y/n). He had his obsession. And that was all that mattered.

"Ah Baelish. Or should I call you, son?" Robert greeted as Petyr made his way into the throne room. Petyr bowing respectfully to the monarch. Then doing the same to the pride of Lannisters that were also waiting. Not liking the smile that graced Cersei's lips.

"Did you not bring my daughter with you? I had hoped to congratulate you both." Robert said, with a chuckle as he took a seat on the throne.

When Sandor had informed him of (Y/n)'s marriage to Baelish, Robert was not sure what to think. Despite the fact that to most, he didn't seem to care for his offspring, (Y/n) had always been his favourite child. The only child of the four that he could see himself in. A child that was not only credit to the Lannisters, but more importantly, to the Baratheons. Yet when the Hound had informed him that (Y/n) appeared to be the happiest that he had ever seen her, Robert couldn't help but feel that it was only right to accept the decision that his daughter had made.

"No, sire. (Y/n) has been a little tired and sick over the last few days. I believed that it would be better for her to stay in our rooms until she recovered." Petyr replied. Glad that he had managed to persuade (Y/n) to stay where she was, rather than deal with anything that her mother may have devised. Until she recovered at least. Petyr knowing that he couldn't keep his bride confined for much longer.

"I am sorry to hear that my dear daughter is unwell. But I hope that she will have recovered in time for the celebration of your marriage." Cersei announced as she made her way over to stand by her husband's side.

"Celebration, my lady?" Petyr asked with one of his usual thin smiles. The Master of Coin not foolish enough to think that the queen would do anything for her daughter. Sure that Cersei had something up her sleeve.

"Of course. We must celebrate your marriage. It is only right that the rest of Westeros is allowed to join in your joy. (Y/n) is after all a princess. A Baratheon, Lannister. It is only right that she is presented as a married woman. Messages have already been sent out to all the great Houses. And I of course also wish to share in the joy of my beautiful daughter." Cersei informed Petyr. Trying her best not to choke on the words as she spoke them. Knowing that she had no intention of letting (Y/n) be the centre of attention, despite what her father may have said.

"That is so kind of you, my lady. I am sure that (Y/n) will be as overjoyed to share our happiness with her family and the people, as I am myself." Petyr replied respectfully, before turning his attention back to Robert.

"If I may, sire. I would like to return to (Y/n) and give her the wonderful news. I am sure that she will be delighted." Petyr continued, with a respectful nod.

"Of course. And please, tell my daughter that I love her." Robert responded. Petyr getting a strange idea that for once Robert was actually not blind to the scheming of his wife.

"Rest assured sire. I will most certainly tell her." Petyr replied. Bowing once again, before making his way from the throne room. Returning to his bride with all haste.