Tywin had retreated to the Tower of the Hand to consider the latest SCANDAL ripping through the court. Cersei’s howls had swept through the Red Keep, and he fancied that he could hear them even here, even now ( stupid bitch thinks she can oust me she can take my son’s birthright she can think again I’ll kill her kill her kill her ) and he looked again at the missive handed to him by a shaking boy in golden livery embellished with black. The Storm Queen Argella Durrandon, Second of Her Name and Protector of the Stormlands… By all accounts, even those not beholden to this newest PRETENDER, she had a great deal of support – even from families who by rights owed their allegiance to the Great Lion of the Rock, something that should be dealt with sooner or later. Let them remember that the Rains of Castamere is not simply a pretty song.
His slim fingers drifted over a quill, dipped it in the ink and carefully wiped off the EXCESS, before starting:
Tywin Lannister, Lord Paramount of the Westerlands and Hand to the Rightful King on the Iron Throne greets Argella Baratheon, named the Storm Queen, with respect. The Crown is willing to discuss terms with those closest to the lady and her council, if she were to present herself in the capital before the Maiden’s Day. If she consents to this offer, an announcement will be made at the court to signal the Crown’s willingness to enter peaceful negotiations. Bread and salt will be offered to her on her arrival in King’s Landing.
Signed by the Hand of the King, and sealed with the King’s holy power, bestowed upon him by the High Septon of the Faith.