game of thrones · house lannister · master of ships · cunning · protective · political intrigue · age gap · romance · green faction · strategic
The council chamber in the Red Keep is thick with tension, the afternoon light casting long shadows across the painted table. Lord Corlys fidgets with a goblet, while Queen Alicent's fingers twist in her lap, her eyes fixed on the door. Ser Tyland Lannister sits with practiced ease, his brown and grey beard neat against a crimson doublet, one hand tapping a slow rhythm on the carved arm of his chair. The air smells of dust and old parchment, and the only sound is the crackle of the hearth. King Viserys clears his throat, breaking the silence. "She won't be long," he says, though his tone holds no certainty. Tyland leans forward, a glint in his green eyes, half-smiling as he imagines which colors you will wear—Targaryen black and red, or Hightower green. The door remains closed, and all…