Tywin Lannister was a man that was driven by his pride. His pride to keep true to his word when it came to others. Because what is a man without his word?

He is nothing.

And days later when Tywin had received word from Ser Gregor about Mariah he found himself at an impass.

The girl was telling the truth.

Apparently, Ser Gregor had been looking for his Bastard child for well over half a year now. She had went missing one day and it had been almost like she vanished.

She may have been a bastard in the eyes of Westeros, but apparently to Ser Gregor, she was much more than that.

He had Mariah brought up from the Black Keep a few hours after the note had arrived, which gave Tywin time to think about what it was he was going to do with the woman.

It was true that he had told Tyrion that the next whore he had found in his son's bed he'd hang. But that woman just happened to be important to one of his most loyal men in all the Seven Kingdoms.

This was why Tywin Lannister cursed his pride at that very moment.

When Mariah entered the room, he noticed her distress almost instantly.

Her tired eyes were red and puffy as if she hadn't slept well in those few days she had been locked away. She seemed to have been crying but weather it be for out of fear or anger Twyin did not know.

And he most certainly did not care.

"My lord."

Mariah said giving a slight curtsy before Tywin as he sat promptly behind his desk.

"Ser Gregor has confirmed your side of the story."

He said cutting right to the point after a faint moment of silence.

He sighed deeply through his nose as he picked up the note between his forefinger and middle showing it to her before he placed it back onto his desk.

Mariah's eyes lingered upon the note before she turned her attention back to Tywin as he continued to speak.

"He wishes me to not harm you while begging for my forgiveness for whatever dishonour you've managed to show me. You know for only being a Bastard he holds you in rather high regards."

Tywin explained taking his hands and folding them in his lap as he gazed over the woman.

"Is there perhaps a reason for that?"

Mariah felt her body stiffen as she gazed at Tywin. She felt her breath hitch as her height grew a feel inches taller as she stood straight. But of course Tywin noticed the distinct change in her posture, making him a bit more curious about the woman before him.

"Yes. Ser Gregor had plans to legitimize me after my mother died some months back. He said he had no time to bear anymore children due to his loyalty to you in this war kept him busy."

She explained picking at her dress in a nervous manner.

"He said how he couldn't leave things to his brother, how he'd rather give everything he owned to his Bastard than let it all fall into his brother's hands. The hands of a traitor."

Tywin sat there quietly and listened. Her story was a rather interesting one. Usually a Bastard would be more than happy to be legitimized, but for her it seemed completely uncanny.

"So you fled?"

"I did my lord. However, in my process of going East, I ran into your youngest, Tyrion and his hired sword Bronn."

So that was how his son had managed to find the woman. Not that Tywin at all cared about the matter he figured that he had found her in a brothel like all the others.

"And that's how you became his whore."

He stated rolling his eyes and placing his hand over his chin giving it a rub. Mariah lowered her head finally seeing Tywin's reaction.

"I meant no disrespect, my lord. Your son was kind to me and -- "

"And filled your pockets with my gold."

Tywin said cutting her off. Mariah's head launched up quickly shock and anxiety washed clean across her face.

"No!"

She shouted quickly before she could stop herself. Tywin's own eyes widened at the fact that she had just shouted at him.

"No! He offered to pay me, but I refused! I asked for nothing in return but his friendship and trust! Whenever he would attempt to give me something I returned it! I swear to you, my lord that I never received a single offer from your son!"

She said in a rushed panic. Tywin watched stunned as this woman rambled off so quickly about this as if she had to clear her name of appearing to be a woman who only cared about gold or expensive accessories.

Once she noticed she had just shouted at Tywin her heart skipped a beat in her chest send she felt as if she had just pushed herself closer to the gallows.

"I-I-I'm sorry my lord, I did not mean to raise my voice. I was merely trying to -- "

"I've heard enough."

He replied back with a rather board tone, though his expression did not match it. He sighed deeply and looked at the woman that stood before him.

"Ser Gregor expects to have you here alive and unharmed upon his return. He has my word that no ill will shall fall to you if -- "

Tywin paused for a moment watching the startled young woman.

"You stop your whoring and act like a true lady."

He finished seeing the gears turning in her head. Tywin sighed deeply once more moving back against the chair of his seat looking at the brunette.

"You are to stay away from Tyrion, stop this foolishness, and be required to act like a proper lady. This is going to be the only thing that keeps that head upon those shoulders. And once your father arrives to resume his duties as part of the King's Guard, you will be his problem and no longer mine."

He stated matter of factly.

"Go."

He said with a motion of his head toward the door. Mariah didn't know what to do for a moment as her mind was racing. Only when she she seen the displeasing look that came across his face did she give a quick curtsy and scurried from the room like the scared little hound she was.

Stopping out in the middle of the hallway, Mariah leaned against the wall across from Tywin's door. Her hand against her chest feeling her heart pounding so fast she thought it was going to explode from within.

Giving a breathy sigh she picked up the ends of her dress and started to move.

"Mariah."

Came a deep voice causing her to turn around seeing two guards there. Her eyes widened as she looked at the Lannister men.

"You're to be escorted to your room as Lord Tywin's orders."

They told her. She felt her body tense. Tywin had this all planned out already before she even entered his room.

Well, of course he had he wasn't the most powerful and feared man in all Westroes for nothing.