This entire relationship was wrong of the both of you. Tywin, for the most part.

People believed him to be nasty, deplorable, completely and utterly whipped. And it very well felt true.

For his most recent little 'prize' was an unexpected one at the beginning...

After nearly three decades of being lonely, being without his beloved Joanna, Tywin wanted to change that.

He had sent out ravens to every corner of the realm it felt like, trying to stave his loneliness a little while longer.

And along came you.

A pretty young thing. A noble girl with expensive tastes. Too young for him, he was old enough to be your grandfather for the Gods sakes. More silver graced his hair than the gold of a lion.

But still, he pursued you. Grown to 'love' you in a way he did not deem true, but it aided his old heart most days.

Tywin bought you anything your little heart desired. Dresses with the finest brocade, trinkets of jade and ivory, jewelry wrapped in ermine that he hid in the cellar until it was time to award you with it.

His beautiful girl. You could sway him with a move of your sleeve; the Old Lion had grown mighty soft since you arrived at the Rock. Spoiled and pampered, insistent on his attention and coin.

You were sat on his lap in his solar. The fire crackling in the hearth, Tywin was overlooking important documents that you did not exactly understand.

"My lord?" You hummed, lightly smacking his face back and forth between your hands. He could smell the wine on your breath, he had only allowed you two sips from his own cup a half hour ago. A lightweight.

The Old Lion raised a brow with a hum of acknowledgement, doing his best not to be distracted by the little primadonna whose company he chose to keep.

"You've given me so many nice things, pretty things... I wonder what else you'd give me." You bit your bottom lip, allowing it to drag through your teeth before releasing it and giggling at him.

Tywin gave a long sigh, lowering his document onto the desk behind you and meeting your eyes for once. His large hand tilted your chin to meet his gaze before speaking.

"My dear, I'd give you the known world if you commanded it." He did not smile. He never smiled. But you did, and that was enough. "Now, stop your silliness while I am working, lest I spoil you into oblivion."

Your Lord pinched at your cheek a moment, like one would a yappy pup.

Blasted man.