Tywin

Tywin was being readied to meet his future wife. She would be a human. He didn't like them, since he had always wanted to marry an elf or maybe a fairy. But marrying a human... He was sure it would be horrible. He went to the garden with his parents and all his siblings, at least he was the oldest of fifteen children.

"What torture..."

He muttered as he watched his future wife's family arrive, who were obviously well off. Still, he didn't like the way they looked. Too pale and sickly for his taste. His future mother-in-law reported that his future wife was about to arrive, as she was preparing properly. Tywin avoided rolling his eyes at that.

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