Gregor was fuming she could see. Mariah sat in the chair in front of Tywin's desk. Her eyes cast down. Tywin himself sat in his seat. His nose turned up and his eyes narrowed.

"I don't expect you to be happy about it. But it is what I wish to happen. And it will happen. When the time comes, I will part your daughter off with a lord."

Tywin said causing Gregor to ball his fists. His eyes turning to Mariah and burning holes into her skin.

"Nothing more than a common whore! You're just like your mother -- "

"I have a choice! You raped my mother!"

Mariah spat finding the courage to shout at her father. Gregor glared daggers. He shot up from his seat before turning away and walking.

"I did not dismiss you, Ser Gregor!"

Tywin called out in an annoyance. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned slowly. Tywin clicked his tongue.

"You shall not tell anyone. If they inquire, she's merely a cupbearer to me. One that you are proud of, Ser Gregor."

Mariah felt as if her father could have and would have killed her right then and there had Tywin not been in the room with them.

"Understood my lord."

"Now. You are dismissed."

It wasn't until seconds later he had left and slammed the door on his way out. Mariah exhaled her breath slowly. Her hands shaking.

"You have no need for worry. Your father is loyal to me. He won't do anything to harm you."

"As long as you're around. He won't."

She told him looking up at Tywin. He sighed. His expression still annoyed.

"You understand Mariah. Nobody can know."

"I know."

She said quietly, only believing she understood what she had gotten herself into. Only to come to know that she had absolutely no idea after all.