Hellen had been Tywin's maid for nearly a week, almost her full time of her punishment. And in that time never had she imagined her place at Tywin's dinner table. Everything had changed and become rather odd to say the least.

She was no longer covered in mud as she had bathed and changed her work dress into something she figured had been suitable for Lord Tywin Lannister.

It was a simple pale blue dress, nothing special about it, just something that she had acquired while here in King's Landing prior to joining the guard with Jaime.

"So, your father allowed for you to come this far from home with your sister?"

Tywin spoke up from the head of his table. Hellen sat beside him on his right side. She looked at him and nodded.

"Father knew I wouldn't be happy being alone there, so he allowed Brienne to take me across Westeros."

"Odd he didn't have you and your sister marry into another family."

"There was really no point. Our family is well off on our jewels and he's proud of us both for our skills. He's allowed us our happiness."

Tywin hummed as he chewed on a grape. Hellen had noticed the man's body language change as the night grew.

Weather or not Tywin had allowed it to happen or if he even noticed was beyond her. But Hellen noticed that the longer they spoke the more relaxed Tywin had become.

Instead of sitting up straight in his chair like he had done when she entered the room, he now was leaning back against the right arm of his chair watching and listening to her.

Hellen brought her wine glass up to her lips and took a long sip hoping that it would calm her ramped imagination at least a little.

"Your sister becomes a well trained swordswoman and soon to be the most powerful woman in Westroes once she marries my son, Jaime. I say she's done rather well for herself."

"Yes, I agree."

"So, what is it you plan to do?"

Hellen paused for a moment and looked at Tywin. He had just asked her how she thought she could even come close to the greatness that her sister has achieved?

She felt emotions bubble in the pit of her stomach and she swallowed them down like usual.

"Well, I guess I'll become my sister's ward when the time comes. And I'll become an aunt, I suppose, all the more reason to keep close to her."

It was Tywin's turn to be silent in the moment. She watched his expression and found she couldn't read it, but noticed a slight twitch of the corner of his lips.

"I suppose being the ward to the most powerful woman in Westroes is something at least. Although, most women would be envious of their sister falling into such a position."

"I have no want to rule or even come close to it. Power holds nothing for me."

Tywin gave a noise between a scoff and a chuckle while shaking his head.

"I've never heard of a woman who didn't want to be in control."

He said as the air of the room suddenly changed. Hellen's whole body became covered in goosebumps and the hairs on the back of her neck rose.

She swallowed suddenly feeling bold and breathing deeply through her nose to steady herself. She looked Tywin dead in the eye.

"I'm the type of woman who wants to be controlled, not be in control."

She watched as Tywin arched a brow, causing her body a slight more torment. Where was this suddenly coming from?

Why was she acting this way toward Tywin Lannister? What was he to think of her now? He could banish her from King's Landing and the guard for her behavior toward him!

Tywin didn't yell. He didn't tell her to leave. He made no notion that what she had said angered him. Instead he kept his brow arched and he chuckled with a twitch of his lips.

He smirked watching Hellen and how boldly she just acted toward him.

That being her very first mistake taken toward Lord Tywin Lannister.