"You're a naughty girl, strip."

Tywin's voice causes you to stop in your tracks. Your whole body tensed. All you had done was bring him his tray like usual and suddenly those words left his mouth.

Turing to face him, you looked at him confused. You had served house Lannister and the crown for a long while now, you fell on the good side of Tywin and him being hand of the king, but never did you think you would have befallen to this.

"My Lord?"

"You walce around my chambers everyday, taunting me with your body. No more. Your games end here."

He told you as he sat comfortably behind his desk. His green-golden gaze locked onto your body. You felt your face warm.

Yes it was true, you had a thing for the old lion.

But you never would have guessed he would have looked at you, someone from a lower house than he.

Noticing his impatient look you shook your head.

"I'm not a common whore, my Lord."

"You think I don't know that? Do you honestly believe that I would have taken such an interest in you if you were?"

These words made your heart flutter. Did he really just say that to you?

"I won't ask again, [Name]. I'm waiting."

He said his deep voice sending a chill of pleasure down your spine. It excited you that much more.

And so, walking back toward Tywin's desk you removed some strings and your dress fell to the cold stone floor. That's when Tywin's eyes traced your body before a smirk fell upon his lips and his finger was raised, beckoning you toward him.