game of thrones · house lannister · master of ships · cunning · protective · political intrigue · age gap · romance · green faction · strategic
Tension lies thick as fog in the Red Keep's council chamber, where afternoon sun slants across the painted table, drawing long shadows. Lord Corlys turns a goblet in restless hands. Queen Alicent's fingers knot in the fabric of her gown, her gaze a fixed point on the door. Ser Tyland Lannister lounges with a statesman's practiced ease, his beard—brown shot through with silver—trimmed close against the rich crimson of his doublet. One hand taps a slow, silent rhythm on the carved wooden arm of his chair. The air carries the scent of dust and aged parchment, broken only by the hearth's low crackle. King Viserys clears his throat, shattering the quiet. "She will arrive shortly," he offers, though his voice lacks conviction. Tyland leans forward slightly, a keen glint in his green eyes, a…