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          “She made no mention of a purpose, my lord, only that I was expected at once.” A jape, the girl realized, a cruel and petty attempt to unsettle the wolf already brought to heel within its gilded cage. “I—I fear I misunderstood. No doubt Her Grace would have made mention of my…husband were he the cause.”

   ❝ I have no reason to summon you to these quarters, we have little business as it lies. You are a LANNISTER now. If my daughter had any sense about her, she would do well to remember that singular fact. You will be a mother to my future grandchildren, and they will bare that name as well. So on and so forth until the name Stark is diluted into nothing. Yet Cersei insists on making you quite miserable. If you can sit there silently, then you may stay for the duration of this letter I am writing. You did not misunderstand anything, this was done to you in poor taste. ❞ He motions with his chin for her to sit.

“I beg your pardon.”, Myrcella said softly, as she did her curtsy. “But Prince Doran asked me to send you his regards as soon as I arrive at the Red Keep.”

   ❝ You’ve arrived. ❞ Lifting the weight of his gaze to settle upon his young granddaughter, he sets his quill into a well of ink and rises from his chair. ❝ I imagine he did. No matter. I trust you were comfortable in your travels? ❞

          “Her Grace — your daughter, she sent for me to meet with you. I—I presumed you would have known. My apologies, Lord Hand.”

   ❝ Sent you to me for what purpose exactly? I was hardly informed of a visit coming from you. ❞ The tip of his quill scratches unpleasantly against the parchment, he doesn’t even GLANCE at her. ❝ Could this be about Tyrion. ❞

                                                     ⊱♕ 𝓠𝓾𝒆𝒆𝓷  𝑦𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 ♕⊰

        ❝ Mother’s in bed already– she says she is tired.               Why can’t I sit here? I promise, PROMISE, I’ll be               quiet. ❞

   A light touches his features. The great LION is hardly surprised that his lady finds herself exhausted despite the early hour. Pregnancy has taken its toll. ❝ If you promise. ❞ He relents to her wishes, bringing the book closer to them.

→ Ser Tywin was but twenty.

→ The bright star of the West

                                                     ⊱♕ 𝓠𝓾𝒆𝒆𝓷  𝑦𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 ♕⊰

     vague grumbling about being ignored and then focused ‘reading’.

   ❝ Where is your mother? Surely you can occupy    her company if you insist upon your mutterings    while I am trying to read. ❞