Lannister men are pretty.
Melara realizes that she might just have a thing for pretty blonds when she is introduced to Tygett Lannister. Her child heart gives a painful, single thump at the sight of his brown blond curls, and she nearly sighs at the betrayal of her body.
I don't think I was into blonds in my past life. But damn are they made ever so nicely in this life.
He is tall, built like a tank, and hands the size of oven mitts. He takes one look at Joanna's fury, and his square jaw clenches.
"Lady Joanna, what is the matter? You are upset."
Joanna hummed. But her eyes gleamed a deadly promise.
"What do you know of Micheal Hetherspoon?"
"Quiet? Nice enough. A demon with a blade in his hand, did well for himself during the War of Nine-Penny Kings. Heard he's about to marry his cousin… And I think he's been in charge of his niece?" his eyes flicker to Melara, he blinks, "Erh, who is right in front of us? Hello little Lady Hetherspoon."
She nearly rolls her eyes. She only quirks her lips in teeth baring smile.
"He's beating me to near death," she said simply, "And he had poisoned me. I think, Ser Tygett Lannister, Lady Joanna wishes to set him to the block for it. You are to protect me. He's petty. He will try to take me with him. Are you up to the task?"
He gaped at her. Looks at Lady Joanna, who's grinding her teeth.
She is a bit startled when the knight drops to one knee. The floors actually vibrate with the force of his near three-hundred-pound frame hitting it. Despite the fact that its stone and carpet. He holds her hand in his ridiculously large one. Damn brick house.
"He will not touch you again, my Lady, I swear ."
She smiles. Softer and much nicer than before.
"Thank you, Ser. And my name is Melara. "
His eyes, two different ones, just like Tyrion's, burn with promise.
"Well met, Lady Melara."
"Well met."