As the Hand of the King, many would look up to him for all matters regarding too many mundane tasks. My friend stole my cow, my neighbor slept with my wife, a whore is living next door to me and it's ruining my night of sleep.

Joffrey never concerned himself with the petitions of the smallfolk, and it was something that, unfortunately, fell upon Tywin's lap like clockwork. Every day, every morrow, it would consist in him sitting on the Iron Throne, dismissing worries that could take half a minute to solve, had these people used the brain inside their heads — though, after a while, he assumed they possessed no brain nor skull to hold it together.

Then, there were others who sought favors. Financial support, men to fight off bandits and outlaws, grain to keep themselves alive come winter, or even seeds to regrow their farm while they still had time. Those were easier to deal with, and Tywin was almost glad when his mornings consisted of such.

Alas, there were those who did not seek favors — not outright, anyways — but who sought... something else.

House Westerling had arrived, poised and prim. A pardon, they asked for, after one of Lord Gawen's daughter had wed Robb Stark in secrecy. She had died in the Red Wedding, no doubt, orchestrated by Tywin himself. The lord should've been mad at Tywin for the death of his daughter, but instead...

... They had offered you.

Beautiful. Stunning.

His fingertips were cold when they touched the side of your neck, footsteps stopping behind the chair of your vanity. For a moment, he was silent, gaze settling down over the back of your head, down to your nape.

Unmarked by the beauty of jewels. He would have to change that.

"I was surprised when your father offered me you as compensation," his words carried over the sound of the roaring hearth — it had grown colder come night, and he didn't wish for his new acquisition to freeze to death.

Tywin's hand moved, gathering a lock of your hair between his fingertips, and he lifted it up to his nostrils. Carnation. He inhaled once more before he spoke again.

"... But you will serve your purpose in this castle. You will serve your purpose to me."