(Tywin Lannister)
He felt the light of the sun on his skin as he watched the many ships currently docked in his port, all things considered, he would probably never need them, at least not anytime soon, but it was best to be prepared. The day was calm and painfully so, it was the kind of day that one looked to the skies and wondered if any time had passed at all.
He didn't like it.
Times like these only came when something less favorable was coming, word had reached him that the Kings Hand had recently perished and the king was out getting a replacement.
Normally had these been other time he would have felt somewhat insulted and yet he didn't. Tywin allowed his mind to wonder even as he looked at every ship and listened to the captains explaining what needed to be repaired and why, for a man such as himself such an act was simple.
Granted he didn't have his mind firmly placed on the task currently at hand, but he didn't need it, so he was able to enjoy himself. Trade had been going well, so well in fact that he had allowed such things that weren't truly needed to be bought from the island.
Sandals- hammers shovels and so on, things that weren't really needed for his smiths could make such things themselves, but he wanted to see just how well the objects from the island held in comparison to his own. The result would be something he would keep to himself, at least until his smiths could figure out just how every hammer from the island outlasted the ones from his own lands.
The shovels, on the other hand, failed miserably as the wood they had as a handle would break easily when a rock fell on it, as for the sandals, well those were well received by both the men and the woman, so much so that he allowed for the merchants to place several orders in order to acquire more.
Tywin walked over a piece of wood that had been placed for him to walk from one ship to another and continue with his work, unhindered by pointless things. Still, he continued with his thoughts, his aunt and uncle would accompany him alongside his granddaughter.
The girl was sheltered but did as she was told, unlike her mother Tywin knew that if he told the girl to jump, she would continue to do it, until she fell from exhaustion. It was for this reason that he called for her, her loyalty was unquestionable and her youthful appearance was enough to woo any man.
That and the girls overly cheerful nature made many lower their guards around her. The rest of his companions, if one wanted to call it that would be made of only a few servants and somewhat lords of the newly settled area.
Still, it was quite odd for the lords and king of the mountain to not insist on either coming to his lands or he himself going to theirs. Their reasoning was simple but none the less effective, they had to make sure that everything that needed to be taken care of was taken care of.
Tywin himself was no different and it was for this reason that he continued to do things that absolutely bored him. Still, doing things like this made one's mind active and Tywin found himself wondering what else he could trade with.
Jewelry, animal furs from lands not native from his own, which would allow him to add an additional tax considering the time, manpower and sheer resources for them to be acquired. With a single gesture, Tywin made the many captains understand that he was pleased with what he saw, before turning around and leaving.
The journey home was quiet and uneventful yet when he arrived he found a significant amount of people had gathered, several knights, a few servants and even some carriages filled with was no doubt useless materials and amongst them was his granddaughter.
Where the light of the sun touched it became dark so much so that it even seemed as if it was a shadow instead of light and yet the girl's bright smile, golden hair and eyes that seemed to radiate joy made the shadows none existent.
How she reminded him of his deceased wife, but Tywin know that he couldn't afford to be soft. No, he had made that mistake once when he failed to stop his father in all his foolish acts and again when he failed his wife all those years ago.
No tywin wouldn't allow himself to be weak, but none the less he allowed himself to smile as he looked at his granddaughter, the radiant golden light the girl gave off seemed to somehow brighten as their eyes met.
Howling had it been since someone was actually happy to see him, it had been years and now he had yo hurt the one person they still felt that way. Unfortunately, this would have happened anyway, Myrcellas birth as a noble lady, assured she would be wed to a complete stranger, in order to strengthen relations.
This was no different, some would say that Tywin was playing a game of sorts, for they knew that if anything ever happened to the girl, then he would match with his entire army and wipe out the entirety of the kingdoms and lands responsible for it.
The kingdom for fling the act and the surrounding lands for allowing it. So if the girl happens to catch the eye of a lord or a prince in a nearby land where he could keep her safe then so be it, after all the island was only a short swim away.