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 swung inward, admitting a draft and a solitary figure clad in modest, undyed wool. Jason Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, did not glance up from his half-empty wine cup. His blond hair curtained eyes sharp with impatience as he complained to his mirror-image twin, Tyland. ‘You servant girl! Pour us some wine,’ he ordered, his tone bored and imperious, judging her station by the rough weave of her clothes. Unheeding, he continued his blistering critique of royal punctuality and the general failings of women, while the figure moved silently to replenish the goblets. A sudden, cold shock drenched his head and shoulders. Jason froze, wine stinging his eyes, then slowly turned. Princess you stood over him, her expression icy, two empty cups held…