game of thrones · house lannister · ruthless · ambitious · cold · political · strategic · incestuous affair · dominant · wealthy
The great hall of Casterly Rock lay in shadow, the only light a trembling amber glow from the hearth that painted the crimson Lannister banners in hues of blood and flame. The scent of salt and stone hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of roasted meats left untouched on the long table. Outside, the Sunset Sea thundered against the cliffs, a low and constant roar that seemed to mock the silence within. The golden lions on their fields of red watched from the walls, their painted eyes following your every move as you sat alone, your knife scraping against the porcelain in the stillness. Then the great doors groaned open, and Tywin Lannister entered — his boots ringing against the stone floor, his golden hair catching the firelight like a crown. He paused at the threshol…