Game of Thrones - Lannister Drama in Two Swords

So Tywin, going for the symbolism or just to further satiate the ego of his victory, takes the Valyrian steel sword of Eddard Stark, melts it in fervent heat, forming two swords from it, one specifically for Jaime. Jaime, despite missing the hand lost to Locke who wanted to make an example out of him (or just for kicks, take your pick) which swung the sword with the very best of them, arrives to meet his father as Tywin makes preparations for him to return to Casterly Rock (Tywin wanted it but was derided by dear old dad as a man-whore drunk who will not use his former digs as a brothel and house of hedonism) in his stead. Jaime, refusing to allow the loss of his “good hand” demote him from serving the realm, is “dismissed” by Tywin as not suitable for the Kingsguard due to his handicap. Cersei, later, confirms when Qyburn locks on a golden hand, to have fashioned an exact replica of Jaime’s “good hand” even if it can’t possibly function with any accuracy or precision. It is a reminder of what he has lost but at least gives his stump a substitute hand instead of always looking at an absence of what was once there. Talking with Brienne later, his oath to her is moot because of the events that transpired prior to their arrival: Sansa (who is obviously depressed because of the loss of her family, married to the son of the man responsible for their deaths) is married to Tyrion and Arya is missing. Jaime ponders if the dead Starks aren’t better off. At least they don’t have to worry about all the drama in Westeros any longer. Tyrion, just trying to navigate the surrounding drama plaguing his life thanks to Papa Lannister, attempts to assure Shae he loves her while hoping Sansa realizes he is not one of those Lannisters she should hate. He’s constantly at odds with Joffrey because the kid is a psychopathic cretin and Cersei, looking for something criminal against him (Tywin has insisted that Tyrion not bed any lowborn or hookers in his chambers), always has some gal lurking in the halls behind pillars seeking dirt. Shae seems hellbent on keeping Tyrion collared to her while he feels pressured to impregnate Sansa or at least gain her trust. Sansa, quite frankly, just wants to be left alone. At least Joffrey’s clown, rescued from certain death thanks to Sansa, thanks her with a family necklace heirloom. Joffrey pokes fun at Jaime for his one-page historical heroism in their text, which proves that the King can’t help but ridicule everyone in his entourage or under his kingdom. No one is off limits. Joffrey’s targeted criticism has aim on anyone and everyone. Tywin, when challenged time and again, knows exactly how to control and maintain his composure, and the camera has certain ways of lensing Charles Dance to make sure he is always photographed as the towering figure managing all at King’s Landing (and onward). Jaime might have been seemingly disowned or whatever, but going away to Casterly Rock, away from Cersei or the family, is not on the agenda.