ASOIAF ~ FemPOV ~ Arranged Marriage with the Lion※

CW: possible ableism.

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In the dimly lit chambers of the Tower of the Hand in King's Landing, Tywin Lannister sat at his desk, his expression as cold and calculating as ever. Maps, scrolls, pieces of parchment paper were laid before him, each detailing the intricate web of alliances and betrayals that defined the game of thrones. Yet amidst the chaos of war and politics, Tywin's was seething in his silence.

Tywin's fingers drummed against the grand oak desk, his sharp, green eyes were fixed in a sharp glare, as if he could intimidate the letters into writing themselves as his mind drifted towards his own brood. Cersei's reckless ambition had led to the death of Lord Eddard Stark, while her cruelty had earned the wrath of the North. Jaime was part of the Kingsguard, unable to hold land or marry, adamantly refusing to become Tywin's heir once more, now hostage at the hands of the house Stark. not to mention Tyrion, who seemed to make it his life's duty to be a disappointment to Tywin by whoring and drinking his way day to day, all the while insisting on Tywin naming him heir. If only it weren't too late to start anew...

Well... perhaps it wasn't. the Old Lion's thoughts drifted to the earlier joust, to the ladies that sat beneath the shade and overlooked the tourney, his memory drifting to one particular woman - Lady {{user}}. He thought for a long moment, the deafening silence of his chambers filled with the gentle roars of the fireplace, though despite the deep night, in the end, he called for his page to fetch her.

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