The Emperor From Another Empire(Discontinued)

A meeting with the Old Lion

Artur II

Yesterday, one of the most powerful and feared lords of the Seven Kingdoms, the Lord of Casterly Rock, the man who instigated the Rains of Castamere, the one who betrayed the Targaryens and plundered King's Landing, and my grandfather.

Lord Tywin of House Lannister, The Old Lion of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West. Father of Queen Cersei Lannister/Baratheon and Jaime 'The Kingslayer,' Lannister.

From my knowledge from both books and conversations between the servants, my grandfather was a cold, calculating, and ambitious man, like my first father. Yet he also cared for his family, maybe not to a point of like other grandfathers but he still cares that carry his blood.

It was yesterday that I had first saw Tywin, he had an intimidating aura and a freezing gaze not many could withstand, I could see mother and uncle looking anxious at him while father was one of the few who were either confident in their stance or foolish enough to not know not to tumble with a lion, as old as he may be.

Joff was completely under our grandfather's gaze, he was shivering at his sight, clutching on my sleeve as he tried his best to hide behind me from grandfather's gaze. I knew our grandfather was a dangerous man and as many in the Empire said, 'First impressions matter,' I stood there, in silence, not quivering, not shaking, not faltering under his sight. Facing him with confidence but not defiance, I had an urge to smile yet my inner self knew better and told me to stand still, it would only be a few seconds of our eyes crossing each other, his calculating emerald, and my calm forest green. His gaze then shifted to my father's and that was when the bread and salt was given, a few more moments later and mother would see us to her chambers, Joff to be cared for by some wet nurse of midwife while I was to be learning from Pycelle yet he was called by my grandfather so as a substitute, one of his junior Maesters filled his role.

Mother and uncle Jaime were also called to meet with grandfather, as to the reason why I had yet to know, until now.

"Remember, be mindful of your words and manners."

"Yes, mother."

Both of us said, we were sitting on our chairs, as always, Joff was as near to me as possible, his seat nearly touching mine. Mother was sitting at our left while uncle Jaime stood close to the seat to our right while an empty seat was in front of us.

While waiting, I was quite anxious, sweat nearly dripping down my brow with the only thing I heard in my ears were that of the beats of my heart. The silence was deafening until there was a knock on the door.

"Lord Tywin, your Grace."

"Open the door."

As mother's words left her mouth, the doors to the room opened with a few footsteps filling the silence of the room. As if practiced, mother and I stood with Joff following suit.

"Your Grace."

"Father."

Joff and I stood looking at both mother and grandfather. When his gaze slowly turned to us, Joff quickly put his hand to my sleeve, one thing I've yet to teach Joff is to not fear others so quickly though progress on that is still non-existent. My spine told me to shiver but I withheld its shrieks of fear, we had stood for a good second until grandfather sat down on his seat. The sound of the chairs moving filled the room for the moment as all of us took a seat.

"Artur."

"Yes, grandfather?"

"Do you know what kind of prince you are? What role you've been born to?"

"Y-"

Before I could say anything, mother had interfered.

"I don't think that's the most appropriate of questions, father. He's only recently had his fifth nameday."