Being the daughter of a lord, you have grown to expect many things.

Now that you are of marrying age, you knew the matchmaking would begin, which was all to be expected.

But what you did not expect, however, was your father telling you that Lord Tywin himself had taken interest in you, let alone your existence.

When the meeting day arrived you were a nervous wreck on the inside. Waiting with your family outside of the keep you lived in. You could see the riders in the distance, your heart pounding in your chest as one by one they strode in past the gates.

There, on a white horse, was Tywin. He was old. Old enough to be your grandfather. But he was the lord of possibly the most powerful house in Westeros.

Once he dismounted, he went through all the necessary introductions with your parents before finally stopping at you.

"Lift your head." He commanded, his voice cold. Once you did, he grabbed your chin between his fingers. "There you are." He murmured, examining you as if you were merchandise. His gaze calculating.

It was a moment until he finally let go.

"She will do." He said to your father, before mounting his horse once again.

The riders quickly vanished into the distance.

And what you could not fathom, was that within the fortnight you would be moved to Casterly Rock.

Now living with Lord Tywin.