The Wind of Change. book 1

Lord Tywin couldn't help but chuckle when he thought of the gossip surrounding his grandson. Gossip, even if it is true, is a terrible weapon. If you follow them, they can lead to very unpleasant places and lead to terrible consequences.

Stannis and Renly Baratheon believed these rumors and declared that Joffrey was not Robert's legitimate son, and therefore could not be king.

Where are they now? Renly was dead. Soon, Stannis will follow his brother. There will be nothing left of House Baratheon, and the Lannisters will get rid of one of their competitors. That's what believing in rumors leads to, if a fool believes them!

Well, there's nothing to say about the youngest son, Tyrion. Lord Tywin has recently begun to realize that it was he who turned out to be the smartest, most insidious and cunning. Yes, but his appearance negated literally everything, and moreover, made him grumble at the gods that it was he who received the abilities that Lord Tywin so wanted to see in his other children. And this is not to mention the fact that Tyrion killed his own mother, Lady Joanna, at birth. Tywin loved his wife more than life, and since then an unhealed wound appeared in his soul — time could not heal it, and his father never forgave his son... And his many adventures with whores are a completely separate conversation. It feels like Tyrion is doing everything on purpose, to spite his father. He clearly doesn't want to pay attention to how it affects the prestige of the house.

His children, so different, but at the same time very similar, did not want to understand one simple thing — everything he does, he will leave it to them and his grandchildren. He was building the foundation of Lannister greatness for decades to come-and they didn't want to or couldn't see it. With their annoying arrogance, and even stupidity, their unwillingness to sacrifice anything for a common goal, their vanity and ridiculous, far-fetched insults, they greatly complicated the life and plans of the old lord.

So the grandson, Joffrey, who became king thanks to Robert's early death, did not grow up to be the one he would like to see as a continuation of his own business.

He knew that Geoff was far from being a fool, he understood and remembered many things easily. But he didn't want to know anything superfluous, didn't want to understand something and do something really important.

Tywin admitted that people liked his eldest grandson. And that he can achieve a lot.... Or rather, he could have if he had become a completely different person, and if his parents had seriously engaged in his upbringing. Geoff grew up moody and spoiled. And his age and the way Cersei acted on him, the status of the young king, money and obsequious, flattering servants did not allow him to expect that he would start to get smart and get smart.

So it turned out that of all the relatives and friends, only the younger brother Kivan sincerely wanted to help and really helped in his difficult plans. That's good, but supporting your own children and grandchildren would be much more enjoyable.

However, in the last year, after the death of Stafford Lannister, his son Daven showed himself well as a commander. He was loud, funny, loud, and out of control, but he took command of one of the troops on his shoulders, thereby reducing the burden of responsibility on Tywin's shoulders. The old lord was grateful to him for that. Besides, he understood that it is advisable to use people according to their abilities. Everyone is good in their place.

The lord got up, went to the window and opened the shutters. The peculiar aroma of King's Landing burst into the room — the stink of a huge city, mixed with notes of cooking food and the smell of the sea.

Lord Tywin did not like King's Landing. He also couldn't stand the smell of her. There were a lot of things that annoyed him here. Perhaps, of all the things in which you can find at least some beauty is the sea.

Yes, the sea. But here it is eastern, unlike the much-loved Casterly Rock, where the sea is sunset. There, the retiring sun gave incredible beauty to sunsets, dolphins danced in the water, and a light breeze set them up in the most peaceful way. I just wanted to live there and raise my grandchildren. And the smells there are much better.

He looked up at the rising sun and rubbed the gray stubble on his chin-it looked like it was going to be a hot and troublesome day. It's his grandson's wedding day. Everyone will drink, eat and have fun.