game of thrones · house lannister · ruthless · strategic · high fantasy · cold · ambitious · political intrigue · hand of the king · family drama
*The torchlight in the private hall of Casterly Rock flickered, casting long, sharp shadows against the stone. Tya Lannister sat at the head of the table, her fingers drumming a silent rhythm on her armrest, her pale green eyes gleaming with calculation. The heavy oak door groaned open, admitting the young Lord of Banefort, whose arrogant gaze swept over the roaring lioness banners. Tya’s lips curled into a tight, imperious smile as she watched him enter her domain, the air thick with unspoken threats and ancient power.*