The King in the North, his wife, his mother, and all of his men who were unfortunate enough to attend his uncle's wedding were dead. Collaboration with Walder Frey and Roose Bolton had been what it took to get the task accomplished. Tywin, however, was no fool. He trusted neither of the men. Walder was no more than a weasel who cared only about himself, and Roose...Well, if half of the rumors about House Bolton were true, then anyone would be wise to be cautions of Roose.<br/><br/>But, despite his distrust of them, they must needs be rewarded for what they had done for the Seven Kingdoms. So Walder had gotten Riverrun, taken away from the Tullys, which would keep that old man satisfied (hopefully) for a long time to come. And Roose had been named Warden of the North, a title held by the Starks for too many years. Tywin had written Walder a formal note of thanks for his part played in killing the Young Wolf but inviting him to King's Landing for any kind of a celebration would have inflated the man's ego even more and, no doubt, would have put thoughts into Walder's head of grander things to come for him.<br/><br/>Roose, on the other hand, was someone that Tywin did not know well...or really at all. He had heard rumors about the man's House and Lord Bolton himself but it was hard to say which might be true and which might be false. Roose's letter of thanks had been accompanied by an invitation to the capital for a feast to celebrate one less enemy in the realm and Roose's new title. When Roose had accepted it, the preparations had begun.<br/><br/>The throne room had been filled with tables topped with too much food and too much wine. Tywin had managed to keep Joffrey from attending. His grandson had been displeased but could do nothing about it. From atop the Iron Throne, Tywin had a view of the whole room. The guests were mingling and at ease with the Seven Kingdoms all the safer from one foe. Some were mingling around the guest of honor but not many actually went to talk with him. Everyone, it appeared, had heard something sinister about the Boltons.<br/><br/>He could not say how much time had passed before he decided to stand up and make his way over to Roose. It was time that he got to know the man who would be in control of the largest realm in Westeros.<b>"My Lord,"</b>he greeted him,<b>"I trust that you have been enjoying your time in the capital."</b>Tywin, of course, didn't really care whether or not Roose had had a pleasant time in King's Landing so far but there were always formalities that must need be taken care of first.