Salvation - Aemond Targaryen / Aegon Targaryen

A Service for Others

Lord Jason Lannister was a man of near 40 name-days, whom she had later come to find had six legitimate children, and three natural daughters born to him by his mistress, who he bid his court to refer to as 'The Lady Lysa.'

He was tall and of average build, with rough hands that had hair over their knuckles. His hair was golden as was every other Lannister's hair, green eyes that did not shine like emeralds did, but rather held the same color as a soiled puddle in the Kingsroad. It became more apparent that he also had the depth of a soiled puddle in the Kingsroad. He greeted her on her third day of meeting suitors and presented to her two large white stallions with flowing manes and long, braided tails of silver.

To Queen Alicent, he gifted a large necklace of diamonds and Lannister gold with seven gems encrusted on long teardrop shaped ornaments. It was a gaudy thing, something no one in their right mind would wear. But ever the dutiful queen, her cousin thanked him and praised its beauty before she handed it off to her sworn sword, Ser Criston Cole.

Alicent sat back on the Iron Throne as she had the past three days of supervision, watching her as they talked. Jason Lannister made no effort to get to know her. Despite his letter stating that he was a devout man, Jeyne knew otherwise. No good and faithful man would have bastards, no devout man would step outside of his marital bed with a mistress and then give his mistress the honor of being called 'lady.'

With every moment she spent in his presence, Jeyne found herself growing more and more annoyed. Jeyne found herself, praying for patience and poise, and also prayed for propriety in her speech. Occasionally, she would speak to him when he shut up. She hoped it would convey the idea that she was merely here out of respect for her cousin the queen.

"That is so interesting my Lord," she said, after his third full minute of explaining the mines at the Rock in excruciating detail. "I find it fascinating how bountiful the Gods decide to make different pieces of land don't you?"

Lord Lannister smiled as if he were smiling at one of his children. "Of course, my lady." he said. "But really, that credit goes to the Founder of our house, who decided to build his home on Casterly Rock, because they saw the greatness in the land."

Jeyne felt her cousin's eyes on her as she folded her hands neatly in her lap. Lord Lannister's face was confused, almost as if Jeyne spoke in riddles, but she said what she meant, and she meant what she said though it did not matter to him. She may have well have been It was the gods who decided to bless his ancestor with the riches of the land. It was the gods who gave him the wisdom to know where to build his holdfast, that intuition did not come to people by themselves, for if it had, every Lord would've attempted to make Casterly Rock his home.

So, Jeyne apologized, and she feigned sorrow and confusion. Lord Lannister seem to like when she apologized, as if she should've known better than to question him or claim that his family's fortune had come as a will of the gods, and not from their wit and prowess. He did bring his children with him—only the legitimate ones. She met his daughters, one of whom was a year her senior, with long golden hair and pretty eyes framed by blonde lashes.

She seem to enjoy the lavish lifestyle her father provided her and spoke to Jeyne about her misery at the idea of the fast approaching Maiden's day celebrations—for it was a day when women, both highborn and low, gathered together in their steps in pale dresses of pure white cotton adorned with nothing but a golden lei around their necks. The eldest daughter of the lord Lannister claimed that low born women should not be allowed to celebrate with them. She claimed that those who were born peasants had their own steps to pray in, and they did not need to muddy the floors of such a fine, godly place with their bare feet, rough from a lifetime at work.