Every other prisoner collapsed to their knees, gasping for air, before Tywin's feet, except for her. She planted her feet wide, instead, and glared at him, trying not to waver and fall.
He came over and grabbed her chin, hard.
"Who are you, girl?" Her voice growled as she replied.
"Nikla Millegel. Lannister." He frowned into her eyes, until a look of shock crashed over him, and he stepped back.
"You're a Reyne." She didn't refute it, instead simply glared daggers at.
"You though it was over. You thought it ended when all the bodies were counted and left in a pile, when the flames finally burned down to stone and died. It will never, ever be forgotten. It must never happen again." His gaze hardened back again, and her chin rose, strong.
"Lock this one away, let her rot."