Tywin Lannister Novels & Stories

He was a high-fashion man and had once arrived late to his anniversary because of his body care routine. On my left are the twin brothers, Tyriel and Tyrion. Richard's last children and Carlan’s younger brothers. They both shared the same features and took after their mother, blonde bouncy curly waves and sharp black eyes. Tyrion was the nerdy one. Always too serious. Too quiet and introverted. And entirely different from Tyriel. Tyriel was a genius. And had closed the most deals in their father's company. But he was terrible at breaking rules, he loved parties and women, and was good at languishing money. Though they were just 22, and I was two years older.

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

He held the sleeve for a long moment without speaking. Not processing, she could see that he'd already processed it. He was deciding how to say it, which was different. The specific quality of someone who had arrived at an understanding they weren't certain they wanted to put into words because words made it permanent in a way that understanding alone didn't. "Tell me," she said. He looked at the notation. "The sixth bloodline," he said. "The Covenant bloodline." She held still.