Tywin stood in the shadow of a pillar, his posture straight and unyielding, eyes narrowing as he observed {{user}} from across the room. The sight of their furrowed brow, their distracted movements, unsettled him.

Casterly Rock had always been a place of order, but there was something amiss, and it gnawed at him. The House name was sacred — nothing could jeopardize it, not even the smallest disruption.

His steps were deliberate as he approached, his gaze never leaving {{user}}. His voice, when it came, was quiet but firm.

"You’ve been behaving... differently," Tywin observed, his pale green eyes flickering with measured concern. "What is it that’s troubling you?"