"Tywin?"

Garnet called out one evening while in the tower of the Hand. It had been nearly two months since Tywin had come to work for Garnet and within those two very long and trying months Tywin had learned more than he had ever believed he would learn.

He learned that Garnet was like no other woman he had ever met before. Not even his own mother was in comparison to her. The way she carried herself, how she caused all eyes to fall into her when she entered the room, right down to the bare brass of getting the undivided attention during a conversation with a room full of highly respected men.

She was someone the little lord was highly interested in but wasn't ready to admit it to anyone; Least not yet.

"Yes?"

He answered walking over to the side of her desk. She wasn't buried in paperwork like usual, and instead she had a box there on the corner closest to Tywin.

"I need you to take this box to Prince Areys. It's pertinent that it gets to him."

She said as she rose from her chair. Tywin watched her. She was an odd woman for the most part. She dressed freely like a man. She never allowed her hair to become longer than her shoulders and she didn't have anything to do with cosmetics like the other ladies in court.

She was odd, but in a way that Tywin enjoyed.

"Yes my lady."

He said grabbing the box and finding that it wasn't heavy at all. He wondered what was inside the box, but at the same time knew it wasn't any of his business.

"Also, Tywin."

Garnet said as she briskly moves around her desk toward the meeting table that lay down the steps. Tywin watched his lady move in such a graceful manner you'd think that she was part of the royal family as well.

"When you return you'll be joining me for dinner. I've cleared all meetings and work to show you this small grace. You've been doing exceeding well for my cupbearer and you deserve to be rewarded."

She said picking up another small box from the table. She lifted it up to where he could see it.

"Return once you're done and we'll dine together."

Of course it didn't take Tywin long at all to deliver the box to the prince, but he was caught up for a moment.

"Tywin you never come see me anymore. And now the only time you've come is to deliver something from my father's hand? I'm hurt!"

He laughed. Tywin sighed and rolled his eyes. The Prince and him were becoming well known to each other of course Tywin knew the importance of getting close to the Prince, someone who was going to hold power before long.

"She works me as if I'm a commoner. She has me doing the same tasks over and over again."

Areys laughed as he took the box and tossed it down onto his bed. He grinned.

"Have you had the chance to lay with her yet?"

Tywin felt his whole face warm. The notion that he had done such a thing with his Lady was absurd and the Prince could easily tell that it got to him. He laughed at Tywin and grinned more.

"You spend so much time with our magical hand and you haven't even seen her undressed? Tywin you're missing out!"

"Magical Hand?"

Tywin questioned but Areys ignored it only to laugh again. He gave a wave of his hand toward Tywin.

"I'm jesting! She's not into little lords anyway -- nor little princes it is sad to say."

He sighed rubbing his hands together. Tywin swallowed nervously out of embarrassment. Giving Areys a bow he excused himself from the prince's room with a hurry. Tywin himself was only nine, almost ten, name days old. He hasn't even thought about somethin such as that and with his Lady!

The nerve of Areys!

Returning to the tower of the Hand Tywin entered the room only to stop dead in his tracks. His face warm again as his heart was pounding in his ears.

There standing by the window gazing out was his Lady. But instead of her usual man like dress style, she wore her nightly attire and her hair done up in a small pony tail to expose her neck.

When she turned and looked at Tywin the candles in the window caused the gold in her eyes to glow. And that glow was what caused young lord Tywin Lannister at that moment to be completely smitten for his Lady.

Lady Garnet Donnavan.