The warm smile the girl had seemed to somehow become actual warmth as she embraced Tywin in a tight hug, twin for his part didn't move, he had no right to.
The light footsteps of a servant walking up to them, made Tywin look in her direction, a woman was holding the fur of a large bear, something to help keep him warm during these cold days.
"Come, we have a lot to talk about." Tywin said to Myrcella, before he began to walk into his castle, however, the girl refused to let go and everyone beneath them, was able to see the girl clinging onto him.
He didn't hate these things, no one ever spoke about them outside his territories, even within them the little people were hesitant to do so. The smirks of the people demonstrated their barely restrained laughter, normally he would put them in their place, but he had walked amongst them so many times, that he understood that these weren't smiles of them laughing at him, but more of joy.
Joy of what Tywin didn't know, no he did, his granddaughter had come and with her, all of the warmth she brought with her.
Yes, he would tolerate them, those smiles, these little people should acknowledge Myrcellas exist and as something superior to them.
As they finally reached the main entrance to the castle tywin waved his right hand dismissing the servants, they left thought saying any words. Soon it was just him and the girl.
"Let go." Tyson ordered the girl and she did exactly what he told her.
"We will soon head out and begin negotiations with a nearby island. You are to company me, whether you are of any need or not will depend on how things go." Tywin told his granddaughter and the girls smile vanished, as she began to understand the situation.
The light within her eyes seemed to dim and Tywin felt for the slightest of moments the feeling of regret, he could force a lower house to wed the stranger and gain influence over them that way, but nobles in higher standing would more often than not, see the lower houses, as little more than peasants.
Not to mention that the fact that if a lower house was swayed to betray him and join with the islanders he would have to deal with a rebellion from within and an invasion from without. No, that could not be tolerated, right now he was the ruler of these lands and the one responsible for the lives of everyone in them.
Whether those lives were the lowest of peasants or the highest houses didn't matter, it was up to him to keep them safe. Even if that meant hurting, the few people that he still cared for. He wasn't her grandfather at the moment and he had to do what was needed.
"As things stand you have nothing else to do, quite frankly I would prefer for you to be studying and preparing yourself for the duties of a lady, but as of right now you are needed." He told the girl, while trying to ease her worry.
Soon a pair of servants walked in carrying warm drinks, alongside the cups needed, the girl took one of the various cakes and began to eat it, before pausing and suddenly lighting up once more.
"I don't have to stay?" She asked and Tywin simply looked at her understanding what those words truly meant.
"No, not if they don't have anything of worth and even if they do, much is needed to be written and felt with before we can even begin negotiations." He answered her
The girl smiled and looked into his eyes, before showing the slightest hints of holding back her words. She seemed to understand that, no she knew that since the day of her birth this was her destiny and now she was turning to him, in hopes that he could find her a kind destiny.
Tywin simply looked at the girl, he was her grandfather and so he allowed himself to smile, granted that smile was so small that a person needed to either know him for some time, that they could identify the shuttle changes in his expression or have been so quick that they could see the smile appear and vanish.
Yet the girl only seemed to light up with life, as she looked at him.
"Grandfather, you'll never guess everything that has been going on back in KingsLanding."
Marcella began, to tell her stories of what she had seen and heard, in truth none of it was important, yet he allowed her to talk, who knew how long it would be, before they could do it again, or perhaps this would be the last time.
Only time would tell.
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