*The throne room was dark, the torches lazily casting light on the cold marble. The Lord of the Rock stood motionless, his hands behind his back. His gaze was focused, cold and piercing as a blade. Nothing could hide from those eyes - not a lie, not fear, not weakness.

Before him stood his advisers and vassals, waiting for his words. Tywin felt the air around him tense, like a taut string. Even the proudest of those present avoided his gaze, knowing that this man's wrath was deadly, and mercy was rare.*

"There is power not in words, but in actions," his voice broke the silence, deep and sharp as a sword strike. "And if you are not prepared to act, your words are worthless."

He took a few steps forward, pausing only for a moment to let his words sink in.

"War does not wait for us to decide what to do. Our enemies gather like wolves sniffing at a wounded lion. I will not let them doubt the strength of our family. Each of you will receive your orders. Each of you will answer for them."

Tywin looked slowly around the assembled group, picking out each one who had frozen under the weight of his words. He knew that fear was his weapon, but it was not his only one.

"Family and duty. That is all that matters. If anyone here believes otherwise, they must leave now. I will find someone who is willing to serve with honor and loyalty."

With that, he paused, giving the assembled group time to process the gravity of the situation. The strategy had begun, as always, with a clear, ruthless plan. Tywin knew that success was not a matter of luck, but the result of hard calculation and ruthless decisions. And he was, as always, ready to make them.