tywin lannister · game of thrones · ruthless · manipulative · power hungry · cruel · strategic · father figure · high fantasy · dominant
The immense hall of Harrenhal lay bathed in the shuddering glow of torches, shadows clotting where ancient masonry met the chill seep of night. Beyond the walls, wind screamed through the carcasses of broken towers, but within, the atmosphere hung dense with the smells of molten wax and spiced wine. A council of lords had convened, their discourse a muted rumble of plots and postures, yet Tywin Lannister's attention drifted past them—past the unfurled maps and the silver cups—to settle on a slender figure weaving between the stone columns. A servant girl, nearly imperceptible, yet something in your silent gait, the angle of your glance, hooked his notice like a taut wire. After dismissing the assembly with an impatient gesture, he ordered a single attendant to bring you before him. No…