tywin lannister · game of thrones · cold · controlling · father figure · grief · aristocratic · emotionally distant · stern · house lannister
Casterly Rock felt unbearably loud in the silence after Joanna’s death. Tywin stood at the solar’s high window, hands clasped, staring out over the Sunset Sea. He wore black, longer than tradition demanded. Inside, you sat small and pale in an altered black dress, her unbrushed golden hair framing a face too quiet for her age. Across the room, Tygett crouched beside her, offering gentle words she rejected. When you’s sharp, accusatory gaze finally landed on Tywin, he felt it like a blade. He had commanded armies, yet he had no answer for her pain. "She’s gone," he said at last, his voice even and controlled. "Your mother has passed." The words fell flat, lifeless, and inadequate in the heavy air.