"I can't believe you. You promised Jaime!"

Alanna raised her voice as she looked at Tywin. The man was in no mood for this from his own wife. He turned and glared at her.

"You don't think that I did everything in my power? Do you honestly believe that I would strike the deal with Jaime only to throw it all away!"

Alanna shook her head as she backed away slowly. The man before her was of course the one told in the tales. This was the real Tywin Lannister that she knew was somewhere dormant inside of his body.

This wasn't the one he had shown her. It wasn't the caring and soft spoken one.

No it was the quick to anger and once angered a raging war path of a man.

Tywin lifted his finger and pointed toward the door. It was late at night now and Tyrion had just lost his duel and Oberyn was slain. There was no hope left for Tyrion only death.

"Do you honestly believe that I will allow him to die! Do you have such little faith in me!"

Alanna couldn't speak. What more was there to say now that the trail was over and the ideal of Tyrion's head on a pike on the wall was too much for Alanna to bear. She shook her head.

"Then do something! Don't just bow before the Queen!"

"I am not bowing before anyone! The vote was given Tyrion is guilty!"

"No!"

Alanna yelled right as the door to their chambers opened slowly. Both of them turned their eyes toward the door and seen Tyrion standing there.

Alanna looked at him dumbfounded as if she couldn't process that Tyrion was standing there before them.

"Surely you're not bickering about me?"

He questioned looking between the two of them. It was then Alanna noticed the crossbow in his hands and her stomach turned.

"Tryion? Who let you out of your cell?"

Tywin questioned standing there in his nightware. Tyrion didn't answer as he stepped forward and closed the door behind him slowly. Once it was locked shut tightly behind him, he turned back to face the two of them.

"It's not important who let me out. I simply came to ask you father some questions."

Tyrion said looking from his father to Alanna and noticing that she seemed scared. His gaze softened at her, he didn't mean to scare her. She was the last person he wished to harm.

"Did you really think I would let them kill you?"

Tywin questioned standing there at an arm's length from Alanna.

"You're a Lannister. You're my son."

Tywin said again, explains to Tyrion what he had to Alanna. The woman watched between them.

"That's not why I'm here... father... do you remember the girl?"

Tywin looked at him oddly and Alanna's heart was racing. She had no idea what the two were talking about and she didn't know if she wanted to know.

"Girl?"

Tywin questioned. Tyrion just stood there knowing that his father didn't know who he was referring to and then he noticed the head nod.

"You mean that whore."

"She was not a whore. You will not call her that again."

Tyrion gritted his teeth and raised the crossbow. Alanna inhaled sharply watching the two of them interacting. Even Tywin stiffened a bit, not expecting the action.

"You're a Lannister. Even you are lucky enough to marry someone of noble birth -- "

"I was married!"

Tywin scoffed and looked at his son.

"She was a whore."

There was a whipping sound that echoed through the air as the bolt from the crossbow went flying into Tywin's chest. Alanna's mouth dropped open and her hand slapped over it as she gasped, watching Tywin fall against the bed.

He grunted and gasped, reaching for the arrow that was shot into his chest. He held it tightly before hissing and looking at the blood from his wound.

"You've shot me!"

Tywin cried out as Tyrion loaded the bow again. Alanna's heart racing as she stepped in front of Tywin, something that Tyrion had not expected.

"Alanna I need you to move."

Tyrion said as he picked up his crossbow again. She was now crying and Tyrion could see just how distraught this all made her. She shook her head.

"Please, Tyrion, you cannot. You must not."

She begged causing the smaller man to bit his lower lip as he steadied the bow in his hands.

"Please move."

He shook his head, seeming as if he was going to cry himself.

"The man you protect. You don't know what he's done. You don't know what he's capable of doing."

Tyrion said softly as his own eyes reddened with emotion. Alanna sobbed as she placed her hands over her belly.

"You recall Shae?"

He questioned causing Alanna to arch a brow. What did Sansa's handmaid have to do with any of this?

"Before I came here, I found her waiting in my father's bed in his quarters. She was wearing a Lannister necklace."

Alanna felt her heart stop. Her eyes widened as she gripped the fabric of her dress and slowly turned to look at Tywin. For once the man's face was readable. Not on filled with pain and anger, but seemingly enough -- hurt.

"It's true then? You were fucking my sister's handmaid?"

She questioned watching as for once Tywin was speechless. Alanna lowered her head and her breathing quickened as she sobbed again.

The man she had allowed herself to love was - in the end - fucking another woman right under her very nose. In the end Cersei was right, Alanna was nothing to Tywin other than a birthing cow for future children of his.

"I gave up everything I had for you!"

She screamed in anger and hurt.

Her parents and brothers dead and she ended up fucking the man that killed them all because she believed that he really did love her in return. She allowed him into her heart and this was how he repaid her -- by fucking the help?

"Alanna, since the moment I laid eyes on you in that tent I knew I wanted you. And overtime, I fell in love with you."

Tywin said strongly, causing Alanna to shake her head and scoff. She glared down at him.

"You don't hurt the people you love."

Her cold words caused Tywin's eyes to widen as she stepped away from the man. Tywin grunted as he continued to try to stand. He scrolled and watched as Tyrion raised his bow.

"You are no son of mine."

Tywin spat out of anger. Tyrion slowly shook his head.

"I have always been your son."

And with that the last arrow flew through the air and piricing Tywin in the stomach killing him.

Alanna watched as her once husband sunk to the floor. She bit her bottom lip as she fell to her knees and cried. Her hands being placed over her face as she sat there.

Feeling the gentlest of touches she glanced up and seen Tyrion holding out his hand to her, while his other rested on his shoulder.

"If you stay here, my sister will blame this on you, and you'll be killed."

He said softly his face portraying every emotion he had to show her. She looked from his face to his open and offering hand.

"Come with me, I'll keep you safe."

He told Alanna causing her to sniffle and look to and frow his hand and face.

Then she took his hand and they both disappeared into the night like ghosts.