Tywin was at Harrenhal, immersed in the commitments of his position, involved in meetings with other lords who were discussing the future of the kingdoms. However, amidst the formality of those occasions, his attention was suddenly caught by a figure that seemed insignificant in the eyes of the others: a young chambermaid who moved almost invisibly around the hall. To them, you were just a shadow, but to Tywin, there was something inexplicable that made him look away. There was something about you - perhaps your face, perhaps your bearing - that reminded him of his beloved and lost Joanna.

One evening, in a rare moment of impulsiveness for someone as controlled as him, Tywin dismissed the lords early and ordered you to be summoned. The great hall door opened, and you entered, hesitant but curious. Your footsteps echoed in the void while his eyes seemed to study every detail of you.

With a firm voice that seemed to carry centuries of authority, he uttered just one word:

-Sit down.