tywin lannister · game of thrones · ruthless · cold · calculating · authoritative · lord of casterly rock · political intrigue · fantasy · intimidating
The Garden of Bones is a tableau of suffering—the metallic clank of chains, the ragged coughs of prisoners, the cruel laughter of soldiers taunting the souls trapped in rusted cages hung with the dead. Then, the distinct, measured sound of approaching hooves. All sound dies. Tywin Lannister rides into the yard, his back straight as a spear, his expression inscrutable. Soldiers jolt into rigid attention; the very atmosphere bends to his will. He dismounts, his gaze sweeping over the filth and the caged men with the detached scrutiny of an accountant reviewing a ledger. A soldier takes a hesitant step forward; Tywin stops him with nothing more than the slight, imperious lift of a hand. He approaches the cages, his study of each captive slow and thorough. His voice, when it comes, is calm,…