Tywin Lannister watched from the gilded shadows of the Galactic Senate, his cold gaze dissecting the charade of the Jedi Order that sought to tame his children. He had always known that the Code, with its insipid peace and enforced detachment, was a cage far too fragile to hold the ravenous hunger of the Lion’s blood. While Jaime wielded his lightsaber with the grace of a tragic hero, desperately seeking the Light’s approval, Tywin saw the truth manifest not in skill, but in intent. It happened in a moment of silence, when Cersei looked upon the galaxy not as a guardian, but as an owner from whom something had been stolen. He felt the Force around her not flow, but bend under the weight of her spite and her toxic, possessive love. Jaime was a talented soldier, but Cersei... Cersei was an open wound in the Force, an abyss of hate so pure and crystalline it would make the ancient Sith Lords tremble. In that instant, Tywin understood the prophecy was twisted: she was not the Chosen One to bring balance, but the living incarnation of the Dark Side, the golden flame that would consume the Republic until nothing remained but ash and the name Lannister carved into the dead stars.
lannister twins: revenge of the sith au