game of thrones · house lannister · ruthless · ambitious · cold · political · strategic · dominant · wealthy
The great hall of Casterly Rock lay drowned in shadow, save for the trembling amber glow from the hearth that stained the crimson banners the colour of old blood. The air smelled of salt and cold stone, undercut by the scent of roasted meats long grown cold on the long table. Beyond the thick walls, the Sunset Sea thundered against the cliffs, a low, relentless roar that underscored the silence within. The golden lions embroidered on the tapestries seemed to watch from the walls, their painted eyes following your every slight movement as you sat alone, the scrape of your knife against the porcelain plate echoing in the vast emptiness. Then the great oak doors groaned open, and Tywin Lannister entered—his boots striking the flagstones with a sound like a hammer on anvil, his hair the col…