Late that night, Joanna lay in bed asleep. Her Dragon eggs are laid in the chest by the fireplace.
Stannis Baratheon quietly snuck into the room, immediately Eyeing the eggs and making his way to them.
Once close enough, he gently picked one up only to have a dagger fly past his head landing in the wall in front of him. "I missed on purpose. The next time I won't." Joannas voice spoke up in a low threatening tone.
Stannis placed the egg down and turned to look at her. "They should be mine." He replied glaring at her.
"On what grounds?" She simply asked
"I am your king!" He shouted moving to take the egg only to have a dagger land in his shoulder causing him to scream out in pain and shock.
Joanna grabbed her last dagger from under her pillow, stood up, and walked over to him. "Your life means very little to me. Do not risk it on some silly claim and an attempt to steal what belongs to me." Joanna told him as she took the dagger in the wall, and yanked the one in his shoulder out causing him to scream him pain again.
"My claim isn't silly. It is true." Stannis replied.
"Oh, but it is silly. I am your Queen. Your rightful Queen. I am Queen in the North. So here is what you are going to do. Take yourself and your men, and head to Winterfell. The Boltons know you head there with an army. Lower the Bolton numbers, you will die in the process but that hardly matters, and you will do this because your Queen has ordered it." Joanna spoke with a stoic expression
"I will not." He argued
"You will or I will kill you myself." She threatened.
This caused Stannis to huff out and storm out of the room, slamming the door in the process.
Seconds later, the door opened again to reveal Cerenna. "Mama..." her soft voice trailed
Joanna looked down at her small four year old and sighed heavily. "Hi baby..." Joanna trailed kneeling and pulling the girl into a hug.
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Later that day, Joanna sat in her room with Jon sitting in front of her. "How are you?" He asked her softly
"No." She whispered, "I can't bare to look at my children, both men I have married are now dead along with a son. And my mother and most of the Seven Kingdoms believe I am dead." She continued in the same soft tone.
"I'm so sorry Joanna. Truly." Jon replied looking at her she nodded her head.
"Yes well, I mustn't dwell. I have to meet with Tormund. If you'll excuse me." Joanna quickly spoke as she stood up and left the room, Greywind trailing close behind her.
After a short walk, Joanna entered the room that held Tormund. "Large dog." He spoke up
"Direwolf. But you knew that." She corrected the man.
"Aye. What do you want?" He asked quickly changing the subject
"Your king said he knew no King but the Queen in the North whose names are Targaryen and Lannister." Joanna softly spoke
"He did." He simply replied
"I am The Queen in the North who's name is Targaryen and Lannister. I wish to know your thoughts on the matter." She continued looking at him
"He put his trust in you for a reason. Who am I to judge or mistrust that reason." He told her
"Do you believe in what he believed?" She asked in an impatient tone
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Nyctophilia|Game of Thrones
FanfictionNyctophilia (n.) Love of darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness. Joanna, of the house Lannister, Second of her name, Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, rightful heir to the Iron Throne. Daughter of Jamie and Cersei Lanniste...