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I had taken him home. What else was I suppose to do? Did anyone honestly expect me to leave the man in the middle of the park as he seemed to be having some type of mental break down? No way in hell!
He was starting to scare me however. He seemed pretty freaked out over cars, stop lights, electricity and noises from the city completely.
When I had gotten him home and we had walked up my steps and inside my one bedroom apartment he even seemed uneasy about the lights that I had turned on.
"You okay?"
I questioned not really knowing what else to ask. I mean, what were you suppose to ask Charles Dance who believed himself to be the actual Lord Tywin Lannister that just showed up here in America?
I watched him walking around my white apartment. It was small enough. Kitchen, livingroom, balcony off the livinroom, hallway, bathroom and bedroom. I watched as Charles? Tywin? Ran his fingers along my large TV looking at it.
"What type of magic is all this? What type of bloody realm have I fallen into?"
He was muttering to himself. I arched a brow, watching him.
He stood tall. His posture showing that he was indeed a man of etiquette. I studied the way he studied my apartment. Walking along with his hands placed behind his back and looking at various books I had on the small bookshelf behind the couch.
"Would you like some water... Lord Tywin?"
I questioned trying to remember to put up the front as he seemed to have lost his marbles, not wishing to anger him again.
He pivoted a bit but did not turn fully toward me.
"Yes, thank you."
His voice sent a chill down my spine. Jesus fucking Christ he's really here in my home. I gave a small smile as I moved to the left of the front door and into the open kitchen around the ear n bar that separated the livingroom and kitchen.
I opened the fridge and pulled out a jug of cold water and pulled a glass cup from the cabinet. I started pouring the water when I heard him moving about behind me.
"You have an... odd home. Odd, but nice. Much better than most commoners homes I've seen."
"It's actually a common type of home for a commoner here."
I explained putting the lid back on the jug and sliding it into the fridge. I heard him make a hum type sound as I turned around and seen Tywin had moved almost behind me at the bar.
I gave him a small smile as I placed the glass down for him. He looked at the clear glass for a moment. He didn't seem to know what was going on with it, as if trying to figure out what to do with it.
Finally he picked it up and examined it.
"Want me to drink it first?"
I questioned causing his famous green-golden eyes to lock with mine. I felt my breath hitch in the back of my throat. His eyes burning with such raw power and yet laced with a curiosity did things to me that I was ashamed to admit.
"No. That won't be nessecery."
He finally said keeping his gaze on me until he pressed the glass to his lips and took a sip.
My smile attempting to grow wider but I stopped it from doing so.
"Okay."
I whispered as I watched him drinking the water calmly in the middle of my home.
