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          ❝ Where BEASTS come to end their SUFFERING. ❞

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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

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   ❝ You must be Robb. It would take a fool to miss the colorings of a Stark. ❞

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   ❝ I trust you and yours have been properly accommodated,     so I am left to assume that this is not a complain upon your behalf. ❞

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   ❝ It would scarcely look well if you left King’s Landing now. You have such a gleaming reputation, ❞ Tywin stands with shoulders squared and chin high, hands cupped behind his back. ❝ Do you feel as if what I did to the Targaryens was... what, cruel? You seem quick to judge my son. ❞

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   ❝ 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.

          “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.”

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So! Tom Austen will be Tywin’s FC for anything pre-ASOIAF.

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   ❝ 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? ❞

“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.”

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   ❝ 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. ❞

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

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   ❝ That is not how you hold a sword. ❞

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   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.

                                                     ⊱♕ 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. ❞

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i don’t recall u asking permission to marry my daughter.

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→ Ser Tywin was but twenty.

Tom Austen as Young Tywin

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→ The bright star of the West

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   oh my goodness okay so WOW okay that was a hUGE ACTIVITY/FOLLOWER BOOM. okay guys hold on you’re going to have to give me some time because i have to read your rules/about pages and i have to respond to people appropriately after the fact so just give me some time to catch up with myself and then things will proceed as normal. i’m very rusty on this blog and i ask for your patience while i find my groove on tywin again --- he is not my main muse.

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

                                                     ⊱♕ 𝓠𝓾𝒆𝒆𝓷  𝑦𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 ♕⊰

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