Female Tywin Lannister. Top ranking #1 in ASOIAF | "That had better be a jape," The cold words were jarring from the pretty ten year old, and caught the attention of the hall immediately. Silence fell. Tytos opened his mouth, but Tya cut him off. "You've betrothed me - your firstborn child - to the second son of the Lord of the Crossing?" There was a mocking, incredulous note to her voice. "Well Tya, Lord Frey asked very courteously - it would have been most insulting to have refused him," "He asked courteously?" Tya raised an eyebrow. "Is that all it takes now? Should Genna fear being betrothed to the son of that kennel-master knight, if he asks nicely enough?" * "I'm sorry to hear about your mother," Aerys looked rather surprised at her state, hesitating. "I've never seen you cry," He trailed off at the mutinous look on her face. "Get out," Her was voice quiet, dangerous. "I just - " "Get. Out. Now," A flash of anger crossed his expression. "You can't tell me to leave! I'm a prince, I'll stay if I want to," She seized his arm in an iron grip, leading him over to the door. "What are you - how dare you - let me go!" She slammed the door in his face. * "Why did you have to do this, Tya?" Her father moaned. "Return Lord Walderan to his family at once, with our sincerest apologies! Forgiving his all his debts should be the least we do to make amends," The look Tya gave Lord Tytos was fit to reduce him to a pile of ash. "I was planning on returning Tarbeck to his family in three pieces," * "All the men who are capable don't want the position. All those who want the position are incapable. You might as well make me Hand and have done with it. I'd do a better job than every fool you've appointed so far," For once, Aerys was silent. So silent, for so long, that Tya raised her eyes from the parchment to see him looking at her in a very odd unblinking way. "I'd rather give the position to you than anyone else," Tya blinked.

She had known many names throughout her life - men had the tendency to rename her. Her brothers had renamed her first, stripping her of her pagan heritage as they tried to make a god-fearing child out of her. Thore Ivarson had renamed her after he had claimed her, his sword cutting through flesh and bone of the ones she had once known as family - until she couldn't even remember their names. Everyone had tried to mould her to their liking; twisting and stretching her bones and skin, cutting out parts they didn't want and adding those they wanted her to embody. For as long as she could remember she had been a pawn in the hands of men to whom she bowed and to whom she obliged. For him she always had been a shadow that he wanted to bring into the light, his fingers barely grasping her even when she stood near; her face always hidden with only her eyes burning themselves into his mind until he believed the Three Spinners themselves had woven his dreams. Sihtric Kjartansson found himself entangled in the dark tendrils of her bing, drawn to her by whatever higher power had taken hold of them both and ignoring the obsacles that awaited him when he would be able to reach her. Little did he know that the greatest obstacle would be found in herself, for who could rely on a person that mistook poison for love and love for poison? "What was your sweetest lie," he whispered. "That I loved you," she answered with her heart erupting into countless pieces. Everyone knew that the Shadow-Wife of Thore Ivarson was not capable of love. But Zvora Vranek wanted to be. Sihtric Kjartansson x OC @plavvusa