Tywin Lannister: A formidable man who just a few hours ago had an important conversation with his son while he was skinning a deer. At the moment, he was brooding over plans to punish the Riverlands for their kidnap of his son, Tyrion.
The conversation that played out those hours ago took an interesting twist Tywin had hoped it wouldn't.
"Did you get my letter, father?" Jaime asked. Tywin knew the letter in question.
"I did." He said curtly.
"And you show no interest in this girl?"
"Have I ever shown an interest in bastards?"
"Never, but most bastard girls do not so clearly have Lannister blood coloring their cheeks."
"Is she a whore like her mother? If so, those cheeks are not colored naturally" Tywin scoffed.
"No, and her mother was not a whore in the sense of brothels and rogue. I would have never taken her on as a servant, even more so mention her to you if she was. Her mother was a widow who was bedded by a Lannister after he took fancy."
"Perhaps she is Tyrion's bastard and the reason you were able to tell so tell was her disfigurement." Tywin said cruelly.
"No, she looks rather like someone we both used to know." Jaime hinted, knowing he just played a crueler hand.
Tywin paused, his glare like dragon fire, the golden flecks in his eyes molten with rage. He didn't say another word until he, without raising his voice, ordered his son away in a muted snarl.
What game was Jaime trying to play here? Tywin was too busy rescuing his degenerate dwarf of a son for stupid things like bastards with green eyes and blonde hair.
But all the same, Jaime's words intrigued him. A Lannister bastard so undeniably Lannister that she was called 'golden Hill' by the smallfolk, or at least that's what Jaime had written him. A bastard that looked like someone both he and Jaime used to know.
He knew what Jaime meant, it was an unexpected emotional dagger. Tywin never remarried after his late wife passed. He loved her. Hearing of this lowly bastard that dared to look like his Joanna filled him with both rage and curiosity.
He wanted to meet the girl so he could cut her throat for being a wicked apparition sent from the seven hells to taunt him. She was serving his son, she was so close by, she would be helpless to his wrath.
But he knew he had uses for such a bastard.
Tywin sent for Jaime, who, to Tywin's displeasure, took forty minutes to arrive, interrupting his council meeting fifteen minutes in, one he also expected Jaime to attend.
"You're late." Tywin said, looking unhappy, but his voice wasn't raised.
"I apologize father." It was all Jaime said before taking his seat next to Tywin.
The council the continued for two more hours without anymore interruptions. Tywin kept his son behind while his other men retired to their own tents.
"I will meet this bastard servant you speak of. If what you say is true, that she is a virgin with undeniably Lannister blood, then it was wise of you to employ her to serve us. How old is the bastard?" Tywin asked.
"Nearly seventeen." Jaime answered.
"What is the occupation you gave her?" Tywin asked.
"Mending clothes primarily, it was the one of the few feminine jobs I did not deem to be below her." Jaime explained. Tywin found his son's apparent respect for a common girl odd.
"Does she really resemble your late mother?"
"From her hair to her genteel manner."
"From what you tell me, you have found a pretty virgin bastard girl of a ripe age to marry. She might not be stuck repairing torn banners and cloaks after all. If all you say is true, we will claim her as Tyrion's bastard, and she will no longer be nameless, but will adorn the bastard name of Hill. Though she is a bastard, she is of Lannister blood, and if she can be quickly educated, she will have bastards and lords alike wanting her hand."
"She is literate and educated in the womanly arts. Her brother is a successful lumber merchant and she lives a more comfortable life than many of the smallfolk. She's 'middle class,' if you will." Jaime paused for a moment. "Your sudden interest in her is most unexpected of you, father." Jaime said. He truly was shocked Tywin was willing to take that much of an interest.
"If she is as you say, then she must be taken in. If people are truly so bold as to call her 'golden Hill' in their gossip, it looks poorly on our house for not claiming such an obvious bastard."
"I will bring her to you at noon." Jaime said.
"Dawn." Tywin demanded.
"Yes, father." Jaime said, he was about to leave before his father spoke again.
"What is the bastard girl's name?"
"Isolde." Jaime said before retiring to his tent.
Isolde: A beautiful, virtuous, well mannered bastard girl with golden hair, emerald eyes, and lion's blood blushing her cheeks. Her half brother was a well-off merchant.
Tywin saw a potential alliance.