Tywin Lannister || Taken || Game of Thrones

Devil

But Sansa is to marry the king, Joffery, so regardless of it, there are going to be heirs for the North that will take over once Alanna herself dies.

"When your brother dies, you'll be next in line for the North, and that power is something that our houses, combined, can use as a benefit to each other."

Alanna felt her eyes widening. Her mouth slightly agape before she shut it quickly and swallowed.

"Our houses? Lord Tywin, last I checked our houses were at war with each other... your... your grandson beheaded my father. Sansa is to marry Joffery but -- "

"I'm not speaking about Sansa and Joffery, I'm speaking about you."

Tywin snapped into the conversation. His jaw clenched as he turned and placed his cup down onto the desk, his desk. He took several steps forward and stopped directly in front of Alanna.

She tensed but only a bit. Anyone foolish enough not to in the presence of Tywin Lannister would be a fool.

She kept her eyes locked with his. His gaze was so green but laced with gold that Alanna found herself trapped in them.

However, Tywin could say the same about her own eyes. Oddly unusual for a Stark. Her eyes unlike the grayish blue, instead, blue with hints of gold of her own.

"You want me to marry one of your sons? Tyrion?"

She asked her voice barely above a whisper. Her chest heaved slowly as she attempted to keep her hands from shaking. Tywin noticed the look in her eyes, though she held her fear well, she did not hide it as well in her eyes.

"No. Tyrion doesn't deserve someone like yourself."

He told her, watching as her breath hitched and her eyes widened a bit more. It was then that Alanna broke her gaze with Tywin to place her glass down onto the desk not far from Tywin's own.

She could hear her heart beating in her ears from the anxiety that set into her body.

She gazed back up at Tywin, knowing that she had caught onto what he was suggesting.

"You tell me that you're going to kill my brother and yet in the same conversation imply that you'll have my hand?"

She said quietly looking at Tywin.

"Tywin Lannister, you are the devil."

She spat the startled news finally setting aside for her and allowing for the anger to come to a boil.

She watched as Tywin narrowed his eyes and scoffed at her.

"Devil am I? Tell me, would the Devil allow you fresh clothes? A tent of your own? Food, drink... your life?"

"Yes, yes in exchange for what it is he wants."

She said quickly causing Tywin to scoff.

"Watch it, girl. I enjoy your witt, but I quickly grow tired of your silver tongue."

"Excuse me then, Lord Tywin. Allow me to take my leave. I'm sure you have much work left. After all, you're adding a plus one to your moving party to Harrenhal after all."

She said giving the man a quick bow before storming away from Tywin Lannister the proud old lion.

Not a second after she left Tywin's tent where her guards on her tail as they followed her back to her tent. By the time she arrived she was almost a sobbing mess. She managed to make it inside luckily before she broke down into tears.

She was angry. She was so angry toward her brother, toward Tywin, toward any man that had ever done her wrongly.

She sat on the edge of her cot and put her hands over her face and just cared to herself.

And several days latter she found herself roaming the desecrated halls of the blacken castle Harrenhal.

Tywin had been true to his word in having her moved along with him. The journey hadn't been as long as it had been hard. Alanna was tired, she had long since stopped crying, but she was still so tired.

It didn't help the fact that Tywin had called her to dinner again, just like he had the night prior to their move. But now being in a castle, Alanna felt more trapped than ever.

She sighed through her nose as she made her way toward Tywin's private quarters, which oddly enough acted as his meeting room for his small council of the Lannister family army.

Seeing the door open, Alanna entered the room. Tywin was gazing out the window across from the table. She looked at the fire for a moment, it was roaring in the pit off to the left of the room.

"You beckoned me, Lord Tywin?"

Hearing her speak up behind him caused him to turn around. He looked her up and down for a moment before he nodded his head.

"Yes, I did."

He told her as he turned away from the window and toward a chair that was to his right. He motioned with his head for her to approach. She blinked slowly and then stepped forward.

Even dressed in man's clothing, Tywin Lannister still treated her like the lady she had been raised to be -- and he liked to think of himself as a gentleman still.

She took a seat in the chair and looked down at her food before her. Hearing Tywin take his own seat he cleared his throat, causing Alanna to look at him.

"Have you gave anymore thought to my offer?"

He was asking about the marriage proposal. Alanna blinked slowly, her eyes starting to hurt as she looked at him. They felt heavy and tired, about the way she felt. The question didn't do much to help her either.

"The way I see it is I don't have much of a choice do I? I can only expect that if I continue to say no, you'll grow tired with me, kill me, and then Sansa and Joffery will end up taking the North."

She told him catching the slightest hint of bewilderment in his gaze from her answer.

"Has anyone ever told you you're too smart for your own good?"

"Yes, my father."

She told Tywin. Looking away from him for a moment Alanna sighed before looking back at him.

"If I agree, you must promise me that Sansa is protected from harm."

"Done."

Tywin said quickly slightly throwing Alanna off. How could he just so easily make that promise? Was he so desperate to secure the North that he was willing to do it?

The answer was simple. Of course he was he was Tywin Lannister, head of the House Lannister, Hand of the King, and many other titles that Alanna didn't even bother to think about right now.

No, instead there was only one thought that plagued her mind right now.

Why in the hell did she find his eyes so breathtaking?