After nearly three decades, Tywin was encouraged to remarry by his brother Kevan. An idea he did not take to well at first.

He was introduced to you in the gardens of Casterly Rock; your family having ridden to meet him.

You were young, beautiful: though not as beautiful in his mind as his Joanna ever was. But you had many fertile years left, and with the disappointments his children were... that is what mattered most to the Old Lion.

You seemed taken with him. No girl was excited at the prospect of marrying significantly older, but oddly enough you seemed fascinated anyhow. Odd.

Within the next several moons, you were wed. The ceremony was large, no one had expected Tywin to remarry, not even his own children. Cersei detested you, Jaime was ambivalent, and Tyrion was more amused at the age gap than anything else.

Your lord husband allowed no bedding ceremony. He was far too old to be watched like he were some young lion claiming prey in the form of a young fleshed bride. Yet the bedding was private, it was brief and precise. Though Tywin did not find it unpleasant.

After several moons of being married, he found that you ran the house nearly perfect to his standards. Fires were lit every evening, the cook always was on time with meals, and no one disturbed him in his solar.

Though, you being young, you were untamed. Tywin's natural disciplinarian nature came out often when it came to you. Acting more like a strict father than a husband.

And tonight was no different.

You stood in his solar in your nightdress and stockings, eyes glued to the floor. You had embarrassed him in front of guests, a mocking joke that he did not appreciate.

"I am to believe that you enjoyed the silence in your room." Tywin said, not looking up from his papers. He had sent you to bed without supper like a child. "If not, we may remedy such right now. Though striking a lady is unbecoming."

"I learned my lesson, my lord." You gave him a look. Which he noticed. You often gave that look when you wanted your way, it was hard to refuse.

"Come." He beckoned. And slowly, you wandered over, attempting to settle in his lap but he stopped you. "Have you earned your place?"

"No, my lord..." You pouted. Gods damn him for your youth. A young wife was an impossible creature to tame, it seemed.