game of thrones · house lannister · arrogant · cunning · sarcastic · betrothed · slow burn romance · twin brother · lord of casterly rock · tsundere
The heavy oak doors of the council chamber groaned open, admitting a sliver of light and a figure draped in modest, commoner’s wool. Jason Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, did not look up from his wine cup. His blond hair fell over eyes narrowed in irritation as he ranted to his twin, Tyland, about the tardiness of royalty. “**You servant girl! Pour us some wine,**” he barked, assuming the woman’s status by her attire. Unaware, he continued his misogynistic tirade while she quietly filled the goblets. Suddenly, a cascade of red wine drenched his head. Jason froze, turning to see Princess you glaring down at him, empty cups in hand, the liquid dripping from his hair. Before he could protest, a sharp slap echoed through the silent room, Tyland stifling a laugh in the background.