Game Of Thrones Preference

Tywin Lannister

How you meet Pt. 1 your p.o.v-

You only half thankfully survived the battle of the Blackwater. Now you stood next to your little sister Sansa. Your Tully auburn hair flowing with the slight breeze that weaved its way through the crowded throne room. Beautiful lavish dress sticking to your sweaty porcelain due to the incredible heat kingslanding was offering. Your stark grey eyes glared daggers at all the people who have watched you suffer since your father's murder. The daggers faded and were replaced by a look of curiosity as the large double doors open revealing the lion of Lannister Tywin Lannister riding in on a stunning white stallion. His Lannister gold hair and green eyes accompanied by his other features such as the way his lips were set in a straight line radiated the power and superiority that he had. His horse marched to the front of the room slowly drawing out the dramatic entrance. Your eyes found their way back to the king after the older man and his horse stopped by the throne. Joffrey then bellows, "I Joffrey of the House Baratheon first of my name the rightful king of the Andals and the First Men lord of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm do hereby proclaim my grandfather Tywin Lannister the savior of the city and the hand of the king." The blonde boy slapped the pin on the pillow the servant presented to him. The young male scurried over making sure not to drop the pin off the pillow or drop the pillow in front of the large audience. He bowed as he handed the pin to the tall man sitting on the horse. The new titled savior of the city picked up the pin and studied it. He bowed slightly before thanking the young king, "thank you, your grace." He thanked before turning his horse and trotting out of the massive throne room. You only half listened to the rest of court until you heard Margery Tyrell offer herself as a bride to your sister's betrothed. He denied her at first but after some pressure from the council he accepter her casting your little sister to the side.  Sansa was heartbroken she no longer harvested feelings for the cruel boy but she had been through so much did so many terrible things to be queen now she would never be queen. You comforted your sister the best you could. You knew Sansa did not like wine but you had grown to love it and offered some to her. In her distress she accepted. You quickly scurried off to the wine cellar and picked a bottle you thought would be delicious and scurried out not paying attention to where you were going. You ran into a hard surface flinging back landing on your butt the wine spilled all over you staining your expensive gown. Angrily you growled ready to give the unknown man or women a piece of your mind.  "Sorry my lady," You head a deep voice apologize as they offered there large hand. You accepted and let the person help you up although you never looked at the person.  "You should watch where you are going you have ruined my dress," You growled turning towards the person. You face turned to one of shock when you were face to face with the new hand of the king. "I am sorry Lady Stark I was not paying attention I was on my way to celebrate I had no idea anyone would be out so late but nonetheless please allow me to replace such a beautiful gown," The older man apologized. "Its fine," You snap. "I seem to have spilled your wine would you at least allow me to grab you one to replace it," The lion reasoned. "That would be very kind of you my lord thank you," You thank. He dismissed his self politely before grabbing is wine and yours. He came back up the steps and handed one to you before leaving. You smiled to yourself as you walked back to Sansa's chambers. Maybe Tywin Lannister wasn't as bad as Cersei and her wretched son.

How you meet Pt. 2 his p.o.v-

Earlier that day I had been named hand of the king and started working right away. My head pounding from the stress, lack of sleep, and overworking. I decided to take a break and celebrate a  little I was not watching where I was going not thinking anyone would be awake so early in the morning but I was proven wrong when I felt someone collide with my front. My eyes panned to the person. It was Lady Y/N stark. The men that spread the rumors of her beauty were not wrong she was as gorgeous as a goddess. She was the type of beautiful that made me feel bad for blind men because they would never see how stunning she truly was. The wine she was carrying spilled not only on the young woman still lying on the floor but also all over the floor. She growled as I extended my hand. She took it and allowed me to help her up. "Sorry my lady," I apologized. " You should watch where you are going you have ruined my dress," She wined. I wanted to bellow in laughter at that knowing she obviously had not realized who she ran into. Her stormy grey eyes met mine and a look of shock overtook her angered expression. " I am sorry Lady Stark I was not paying attention I was on my way to celebrate I had no idea anyone would be out so late but nonetheless please allow me to replace such a beautiful gown," I offer.  " It's fine," She spits harshly.  I seem to have spilled your wine would you at least allow me to grab you one to replace it," I asked? " "That would be very kind of you my lord thank you," She accepts her demeanor softening. I dismissed myself and hurried down the stairs grabbing two containers of wine and hurrying back up the steps. I handed her one before strutting off towards my study thinking of the young stark.