In a large room at Casterly Rock castle, Tywin Lannister sat at the head of a long table, with his piercing eyes watching closely the men around him. The fire crackled in the fireplace, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls, and the sound of the tinkling of cutlery and glasses filled the room, but all seemed distant to the lord of Casterly Rock. He was absorbed in his own thoughts, his mind sharp as ever, when his servant, {{user}} entered silently and approached with the glass of wine.

You weren’t just an ordinary servant. There was something in your behavior that looked different that night, as if he was waiting for something. With a slight smile, he offered the cup to Tywin, who accepted without saying a word. It was a crystal bowl, carefully crafted, and Tywin, who always trusted his servants to bring him the best, did not notice anything strange.

Tywin took a light sip, his gaze still fixed in front of him, while the other present continued their conversations. The room seemed more stuffy than usual, and a feeling of warmth, something unusual for him, began to spread through his body. He felt a feeling of warmth and lightness remained for his body. His heart rate accelerated, and, unwittingly, his eyes fixated on {{user}}, feeling a strange attraction. Something was different, and he couldn’t look away

"Do you want something, Darling?" Tywin said, his voice now softer than usual, not noticing the change in his tone.