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I MADE A PICTURE…. A proper one anyway, of my MC from The Golden Rose by @anathemafiction!!!!

Though it’s vaguely spoilery so I’ll put it under a read more just in case

Goofy jester of a man, would never take anything seriously ever, not religious in anyway, clearly only cares about booze and money

I mean why else would he carry around that coin like a cross?

Anyway Khals a good guy, just secretive, in a way u don’t realize he’s secretive.

As for the piece itself, I TRIED to make it vaguely look like the catacombs in the prologue, or at least feel like them, because I associate that area with him. But I’m bad at backgrounds soooooooo there ya go

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙚

Prologue:

Tywin Lannister hated his dwarf son. Despised him. Every time his calculating green eyes landed on his twisted half-man son, it reminded him of what he lost. His precious wife, gone, to give life to the creature before him. He took her life, and here he is, breathing, instead of cold and lifeless. The gods had cursed him from the moment Joanna found out she was with child again. The moment seed had given her a child. After the birth of the twins, Master Creylen advised Tywin and Joanna not to have another child. Which was fine, because he got what he wanted. An heir, and a daughter to marry off to Aerys’s son, Rheagar. A Lannister, his daughter, would sit on the throne as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. He had everything he wanted, his perfect children, his loving wife, his long-time friend, and King, and the Relm was prospering. Until it wasn’t.

He lost everything in a day and was left with a creature he wasn’t sure that came from his loins. A hideous son, whom no one wanted to marry, who was Lord Tywin’s bane. His second son, Tyrion Lannister.

The old lion narrowed his gaze at his son, who was speaking in hushed tones with his younger brother, Gerion Lannister, ignoring his sister’s continuous babble. Tywin watched as Tyrion laughed and made jests with Gerion, smiling as if he’d done nothing wrong. His half-man son waddled along, enjoying his time with his uncle as they walked through Joanna’s garden. Tywin’s fists clenched together, his forehead crinkled as his brows furrowed together as he watched with displeasure. Sixteen years it’s been. Sixteen years since Tywin Lannister ever cracked a smile.

“Tywin? Brother?” A hand rested on his leather-clad shoulder, drawing his attention away from his son and brother. Genna stood next to him, her golden hair piled in an intricate design with pearls dangling in locks. Her face was all made up with various powders and a lip stain. Her dress was Lannister red, and around her neck sat a golden lion head nestled between her breasts. Genna reminded Tywin of their mother, Jeyne. She shared their mother’s shade of green eyes and mother’s shapely figure. She was beautiful and cunning. She was a Lannister. Yet she was married to a pathetic Frey.

“Tywin, did you hear me?” she asked, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. Tywin simply stared at her, wondering what he’d missed. “Of course you didn’t,” she chuckled before sighing. “I said, dear brother, I think we should hold a ball.” A smile spread across her face. While the Old Lion simply raised a brow at her statement. “A ball,” he repeated. Genna nodded her head. “Why would we need to throw a ball?” His voice rumbled in his chest, and if Genna wasn’t his sister, he would’ve growled.

“For Tyrion, of course. He’s sixteen. It’s time to find him a suitable wife and future Lady of Casterly Rock.” Tywin narrowed his eyes, irritatedly. “Do you not think I’ve tried to find him a wife? Lord Tully denied my proposal, as did Lord Royce and Lord Hightower, and I just received Ser Colin Florent’s raven.” Tywin picked up the letter lying on his desk. “‘I regret to inform you my Lord Lannister, my daughter Delena has been promised to marry Ser Hosman Norcross,’ Even the oaf Florent won’t marry his whore of a daughter to Tyrion.” He threw the letter onto the desk and sat down, leaning forward and lacing his hands together as he raises a brow at Genna. “So, you still believe someone will marry him?” Genna sighed and shook her head at her older brother. “Tyrion is capable of finding a wife. We simply need to introduce him to eligible ladies.”

“So we’ll prance him around as if he was my daughter? Shall I have a tailor make him a gown as well?” Sarcasm dripped in his voice, and Genna glared at her brother. “Tyrion is your son —”

“No, he is not!!” Tywin slammed his fist down against the desk. He glared at Genna, fury swimming in his green eyes, his lip curling in a snarl. Genna glared back at him, challenging his stare. This was the same argument they’ve had over the last thirteen years, and every time Tywin’s fury matched a starving lion. His fangs were out, snarling, and his claws were ready to tear through her body. The first time they argued about Tyrion, Tywin stopped talking to Genna for an entire year. It was a miserable year for Genna. Losing her brother temporary was the worst feeling in the world.

“Tywin.” she reached her hand over the desk to place it on his fist, but he jerked away. “Don’t you wish to make an alliance to benefit House Lannister?” He stood up and stomped off to Joanna’s portrait. He stood in front of the painted version of his wife, staring at her beautiful green eyes and rich golden hair that shone in the sun. “Jamie is sworn to the damned Kingsguard. Cersei is Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Who else can make a proper marriage alliance for House Lannister?” Tywin shook his head and clenched his fists at his side. “Tyrion is the only answer. He is the only one who can help our House.”

Genna’s voice became soft somewhere in the middle of her persuasion, and she knew she had her big brothers when Tywin let out a sound of frustration before turning and running a hand down his face.

“So be it.” The smile that left Genna could only resemble a lioness who was ready to kill her next meal.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙚

Chapter Four:

Casterly Rock was bustling with life. Servants rushed up and down the corridors, carrying banners, decorations, cleaning supplies. The Rock’s maids cleaned the guest rooms in the guest quarters of the castle, washing sheets and linen. In the kitchen was Genna Lannister, speaking in hushed tones with the head cook.

“My lady, I do not think we’ll be able to prepare all this food in such a short time.” The cook was a plump older woman with greying strands of hair mixed with her chestnut locks. Her eyes were slender and small, and she stood tall with her arms crossed over her stomach.

“Oh, I believe you will. Besides, you have all the ingredients you need to prepare the feast for the ball,” said Genna, a smile gracing her face as she stared at the cook with her green eyes. “Aye, my lady, we do. But I’m not worried about that, your ladyship. I’m more worried that we won’t have enough food to feed the guests after the ball, that is.”

Genna shook her head. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out Marcey, you are brilliant.” The way Genna Lannister complimented was strange indeed. The blonde Lannister made it sound as if she was patronizing you instead of giving you a compliment. Marcey shook her head and waved her hand. “Fine! But don’t complain to me when you lot are starving!” she muttered curses as she approached a few kitchen wenches, ordering them to gather up bowls and the necessary ingredients for the feast.

While Genna prepared Tyrion’s ball, Tyrion was in one of the hells of his own.

His blasted aunt decided it would be appropriate if he received some new garments for his name-day ball, so here he was. Standing on the tailor’s stool, letting the older gentleman measure his small stunted body as he lifted his arms up, waiting impatiently for this to be over.

He wanted to go down to the library and accompany the Maester of his home. He wanted to exchange ideas and knowledge about certain subjects he was interested in.

But alas, he was stuck here.

The young lion sighed and gave the short old man a glare as he measured his neck. The man smelled of sweat, sandalwood, and thread. His cerulean blue eyes were narrowed in concentration as he muttered about, writing the measurements down on his piece of parchment.

“My Lord, what textiles and color shall your new garments be?” Tyrion stepped off the stool and shrugged his shoulders. “I do not care about the textiles or color. I have no knowledge in that field of colors and textiles as you and my aunt have,” The man’s cheeks flushed, and he nodded his head saying a quiet “Of course, My Lord,” as he cleaned his station.

Tyrion waddled over to the window by his bed and looked out. The Sunset Sea was roaring and its waves crashed against the rocks and sands of the beach. The smell of salt and sea overwhelmed the young lion’s senses. His desire to feel the sand between his toes and hands grew more and more than he stared at the roaring waves. He wished he could sail with his beloved uncle, see the world for what it was. Explore Essos and stay in Mereen and experience the foreign land in its authentic form.

But as he stared into the deep blue waters, he felt his dreams and wishes fall through his fingers as sand did. He imagined himself trying to catch it and hold it close to his heart. His eyes grew in size as he thought about his forgotten and unattainable life. He would never be like his uncle. He would always be what he was, a dwarf who was lucky to bear the surname Lannister.

Tyrion shook his head, ridding the thoughts that swarmed in his mind. He sighed and ran a hand down his face in exasperation before he stopped mopping about. He grabbed a tome he borrowed from Maester Creylen and made his way out of his room.

Tyrion trekked down to The Stone Gardens where a twisted weirwood laid its roots. Though Tyrion was born in the light of the Seven and went to Mass and participated in the ritual costumes of the Seven, he was not religious in any way. He was like his father in that way. His Aunt Dorna, however, was a woman of strong faith. She participated in everything, prayed for everyone, and lit candles. So sitting in the godswood of the old gods of the North did nothing except influence his curiosity and fascination of being in the presence of the carved face tree.

He sat beneath the low branches at the base of the tree. He opened his tome, and began to read. He read for hours, letting the sun become low in the sky, while he hid away from the rest of the world. For the little lion held no interest in leaving his quiet place. Somewhere in the middle of his reading, he closed his eyes for a moment, but when he opened them, it was dark in the godswood. Only the dim light of the candles shone and provided him light. He stretched and yawned, waking his body up. He winced at the cramp he received from sitting on the ground for too long and stood up shakily. Slowly, getting used to using his legs, he stumbled a bit, before he found his footing and set off to his room.

He was passing The Hall of Heroes when he was assaulted by a hand clasped on his shoulder. He turned around, his mouth opening in protest, but closed when he saw who it was. His big brother, Jamie Lannister.

“Jamie!!” A smile spread across Tyrion’s face as he stared at his older brother. Jamie’s hair had grown since he last saw him. The last time Tyrion visited Jamie was when Cersei married Robert Baratheon. The dreadful affair was tiresome and Tyrion did not find the trip enjoyable.

“Little brother,” said Jamie affectionately, a smile gracing his handsome face. “Why are you here?” Tyrion asked, confusion laced in his words. Jamie laughed and shook his head. “Did you think I’d miss out on my favorite brother’s name day ball?” Tyrion pouted and gave him a pointed stare. “Oh chin up, Tyrion.”

Tyrion shook his head and together the brothers walked to the Lion’s Keep, where all the Lannister’s rooms and family were kept.

“How was your journey here?” Tyrion asked, tilting his head. Jamie sighed. “Wonderful, though I am tired. Shall we continue this conversation of how fair my journey was in the morning?” Jamie was exhausted, his soft green eyes were drowsy with sleep and he fought to keep his eyelids open.

“Of course, brother,” Jamie gave Tyrion a thankful smile. “Does father know you’re here?” the taller blonde shook his head. “I’m afraid not. I did not tell him in order to surprise everyone.”

“Aunt Genna will not be pleased,” teased Tyrion. Both brothers knew how angry their Aunt could get if people or things happened unannounced, that she did not have time to prepare. She was like a roaring lioness, angry that her kill got away.

“Yes, well, I bet once she’s done with her tongue lashing she’ll be overjoyed to see her dashing nephew,” said Jamie, flashing his smile in Tyrion’s direction. Tyrion snorted before nodding in agreement.

The brother’s stopped at Jamie’s old quarters. Tyrion bid his older brother a good night before heading off to his own room a couple of doors down, passing Cersei’s old room.

Once dressed and ready for bed, Tyrion blew out the candles in his room before climbing into bed, letting the moon’s light shine into his opened window, bathing him in its light. Tyrion stared at the dark, cold, ceiling. His thoughts were arrayed as he tried to prepare himself for the horror and torment that was soon to come before his eyes betrayed him and gave way to the consuming darkness of sleep.

I will be posting the Wayhaven meme of the day later today as always. However, I'd be remiss if I didn't reblog a meme from my other account (@goldenrosememes) as it is finally official, The Golden Rose by the incredible @anathemafiction has been released!!! It is an amazing game, as I'm sure most of you know, but just in case you aren't familiar with the game, I wholeheartedly recommend it! It is on sale on Steam as well so if you want a new IF to obsess over, this is your chance to do so at a bargain! 😂🤣

Live footage of me receiving this email:

@anathemafiction congratulations once again on this incredible achievement! It is finally here!!! 🥰😍🤗 I can't wait for today to be over so I can finally play in peace tonight!

Reblogging the author's post about the release as well for anyone interested. Once again, I wholeheartedly recommend it! It is an incredible game that I'm sure will become a hit!!! So if you're interested it's on sale too!

The Golden Rose: Book One is OUT NOW!!!

“As the artist mourns his fortune

So the Dynasty falls to crumble,

And the two branches snatch asunder”

You are a recent member of The White Company, a mercenary guild on the far side of the law. Your job consists of hunting artifacts and roaming ruins that the Church has forbidden to mention. One of your expeditions, however, leads you down a path that is much deeper than you ever anticipated.

“The Golden Rose: Book One” is a thrilling 1.2-million-word interactive fantasy novel by Ana Ventura, where your choices control the story. It’s entirely text-based—without graphics or sound effects—and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.

Juggle friendships, new alliances, and flames of romance in this epic adventure that will take you to an Europe where History took a different turn.

Play as male or female; straight, gay, or bisexual.

Find romance, friendship, or rivalry with a cast of colorful characters.

Hunt down the thief that stole your forbidden maps!

Fight against bandits and city guards while trying to stray away from the all-seeing Eyes of the Church.

Explore ancient ruins and the cobble-stoned streets of the medieval city of Tarragona. Step into a grand cathedral, a sprawling market, a multicolored harbor, the dark gates of the city, or an aqueduct that no one dares to come close to.

Bond with a stubborn old horse.

Choose to ally with a street urchin or the feral captain of the Guard.

Uncover what is true in a world where denial reigns supreme.

Start to unravel your own mysterious past.

Immerse yourself in a world rich with characters, story, and lore.

Do you believe in Destiny?

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The Golden Rose: Book One is out for you to play!

You can find it at the links below:

Steam: https://store.steampowered.com/app/1892950/The_Golden_Rose_Book_One/

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=org.hostedgames.goldenrose1&hl=pt_PT&gl=US

App Store Omnibus: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/hosted-games/id1302297731

Choice of Games: https://www.choiceofgames.com/user-contributed/golden-rose-book-one/

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I hope you enjoy it! 🌹