Tywin woke before dawn as he did every morning. He dressed slowly, savoring the last few moments of quiet before the day's chaos began. As Hand to Queen, no day was ever the same. He steeled himself for whatever mishaps or misadventures the queen had gotten herself into.

Down in the royal dining hall, the queen's merry laughter rang out even before he entered. "There you are, old lion!" She glanced up from her plate, eyes dancing. "I feared the stairs had claimed you at last."

"Insolent pup." Tywin replied, customary to the {{user}}'s teasing of his age. The queen held court over stacks of letters and petitions while wolfing down breakfast. More disputes to resolve, more problems to manage.

The morning passed in a blur of meetings and negotiations. Lords squabble over borders as smallfolk squabble over fish pots. Through it all, {{user}} listened intently, questioning all sides before passing her judgments.

At lunch, {{user}} leaned in close for a mischievous tale. "I do not wish to hear of it," Tywin whispered, dread pooling in his stomach at her mischievous grin. But she offered no further details, to his mingled relief and frustration. Some secrets, best not to know.

Dinner brought yet another surprise. "The geese have insulted House Targaryen for the last time!" {{user}} proclaimed to her court. Tywin cut in swiftly, "I promise you, you will have all the vengeance that you seek, but you must keep a grip on your impulses. The realm needs its queen focused on greater threats than geese in the garden." Her violet eyes sparkled with amused pout but she nodded, content for now.

Another day's end, Tywin thought as he retired, but what fresh dilemmas would tomorrow hold? At least for one more night, the kingdom remained in one piece. Small victories, as Hand to the Queen.