A/N: This is the original version of Tywin's snippet with Black Gold Saw, but it is not the official version. But I put plenty of work in, and elected to let you all read it.
Gold Saw Dyed in Lannister Red Tywin (283 AC) - Version 1
Tywin sat in silence as his commanders entered his tent and seated themselves. Kevan and Tygett on his right, Gerion and Stafford on his left. Each and every one a Lannister, for good or ill, and it was thus of paramount importance that they be present to discuss perhaps the family's most transformational moment since King Loren Lannister bent the knee to the Conqueror, Aegon Targaryen.
The four men seated themselves, fully armed and armored in equal preparation for a military parade or a battle. All of them were silent, and looked to Tywin to speak. They all knew what news had brought them here at this time, but all of them waited for their Lord to take the lead on this, as he was wont to do in all things.
"Prince Rhaegar is dead," he pronounced. "And a Doll is serving Jon Arryn."
The men's reactions would have been more intense if they hadn't already known, but they were still grasping at the enormity of the situation.
"How in the Seven Hells did Jon Arryn of all people get one of those monsters to serve him?" Stafford uselessly asked.
"How he did it doesn't matter," Tygett answered. "The only thing that does is that he now gets to decide who sits on the Iron Throne. And since Robert was his foster son and has Targaryen blood, the Baratheon lord will be king."
"Robert Baratheon as king over Westeros?" Stafford guffawed. "The gods really have turned their backs on the Targaryens."
"Must have finally grown tired of flipping coins for them," Gerion replied.
Stafford snorted at that.
"Let's stop talking about the fate of the Targaryens," Kevan interjected. "What matters is that we must decide what to do in response to these events."
"We are putting Robert on the Iron Throne," Tywin declared.
Everyone's attention returned to their Lord.
"The Prince is dead, the King is weak, and this time it is the enemies of the Targaryens who have the dragons. The war will soon be over, and we will end it, leveraging our position to wed Cersei to Robert, and House Lannister to the Iron Throne."
The silence swiftly returned with an awkward air of disbelief, and the expression of said disbelief swiftly dispelled it.
"My Lord," Kevan started. "I don't like to question your decisions, but how can we do what you have said?"
"We could double-time march the army," Gerion said. "That will let us get to King's Landing before Robert's forces-"
"But our army still needs to sleep," Tygett stepped in. "Jon's Doll doesn't. She'll beat us there by days."
"Unless our Lord has a Doll of his own, there's nothing that we can do to affect the war at this point," Stafford bemoaned.
"Funny that you should say that."
The womanly voice emanated from beyond the internal dividers of Tywin's tent behind Stafford's seat. He and Gerion turned around, while Tygett and Kevan looked up to see five sharp blades fashioned like fingers slither between them and pull one of them aside. The four men couldn't help but gasp when they saw who – and what – strutted through.
One might have thought that the red-eyed figure with a sultry smile who had revealed herself was some manner of very expensive whore, with the very small coat she wore that only covered her arms and the top of her back, and the very small coverings that served only to accentuate her immodestly unveiled immaculate snow-white form.
But Tywin and his men knew better than that, from the sight of her ironclad legs and armored hands to the blazing red horns on her head and the black sword in her other hand, gilded with gold, edged on the back with saw teeth, and large enough for the Imp to use it for a steel bed.
"I am a Doll," she strode around the table, followed by ten eyes, came to where their Lord sat, lifted her large blade (some of the lords wondered if their eyes weren't tricking them into seeing her sword change size) and stabbed it into the earth next to his chair.
"And I am sworn to serve House Lannister," she declared on bent knee.
Ten eyes drew up their gazes toward their Lord as he rose above the Doll, his eyes only meeting hers. "Black Gold Saw," he ordered, "You will go to King's Landing as swiftly as you can, and storm the Red Keep. You will kill each and every member of the Royal Family, from the King to his infant grandchildren. If someone tries to stop you, you may kill them."
The Doll, now possessed of the strange name of Black Gold Saw, dipped her head in a quick bow. "Your will be done, my Lord. Their lives are now forfeit."
She stood and unsheathed her blade from the earth, then marched to the tent's exit.
"One more thing," Tywin recalled.
Black Gold Saw halted like a hound on the end of a leash, and then turned to meet Tywin's unfazed eyes with a smaller smile.
Tywin continued. "The only person you are not to kill under any circumstances is my son Jaime, who is still serving as a Kingsguard in the Red Keep. That is all."
Black Gold Saw nodded her head. "Understood, Lord Tywin."
With that, she left the tent for King's Landing.
The other men in the tent could only watch in terrified astonishment at what they'd just witnessed.
"A Doll," Stafford muttered, "Our House has a Doll."
Tywin could already see the strange thoughts they had never before taken seriously swirling through their heads.
"That means Aerys will die," Tygett turned to Tywin. "And Cersei will be Queen."
He knew because those same thoughts had swirled through his head the moment that Black Gold Saw entered his service.
"The power of the dragons has been taken from the Targaryens," Gerion noted, "And handed to us."
But there was another reality he discerned after he had time to dwell on what had happened.
"Not just us," Kevan interrupted. "One Doll may serve Jon Arryn, and one now serves Tywin, but what about the next Doll? And the one after that, and the next hundred after them?"
The Game was about to change in a way the world hadn't seen since before the Doom of Valyria.
"Kevan is right," Tywin leaned forward upon the table. "The Dolls may have the power of dragons, but their Arrival distributed them across the Seven Kingdoms more liberally than Valyrian steel. And it's only now that they seem to finally be waking up from whatever stupor they landed in."
Aegon had rigged the Game when he brought dragons to the board.
"We will march on King's Landing immediately," Tywin rose to full height again. "We will beat Robert's army to the capital and occupy it to turn it over to him, forcing him to grant a favorable position once he ascends the Iron Throne. But as soon as that is over, we return home, we track down each and every Doll in the Westerlands and beyond whenever possible, and we do everything we can to bring them under our banners."
But now, anyone anywhere could play the Game, from the highest Lord to the lowest beggar, so long as they were playing with Dolls.