2. Tyrion

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TYRION I

He leads the way out of the Throne room, Joanna on his arm and feels like the richest man alive; she truly was a blessing to have. Not just to Tyrion himself but to everyone who got to meet her and talk for longer than a few minutes. He thinks she embodies the best of House Lannister — at least one member of their family won't bring shame to their history books. Between him, Cersei and Jaime, Tyrion could already see the ink on the paper state something along the lines of: the imp manwhore of Casterly Rock, his father's biggest disappointment, a grotesque, ugly looking thing.

Then, for Jaime, who no matter what great deed he did and does next, no matter what battles he's won and shall win again...will never escape the monkier: 'Kingslayer.'  An Oathbreaker, a man without honor to have stabbed the king he had sworn to protect in the back. Centuries won't erase such stain, even if the King had been a mad cunt the Realm has been better off without. It was still his King and he had still sworn a vow.

Cersei, well what could they write of the woman who gave birth to Joffrey and who cared more about her slippers than the commonfolk? The rumors regarding her and Jaime brought forth other accusations, bastard breeder amongst them.

Overall, their spots in the history of Westeros had already been decided, neither up to Lord Tywin Lannister's standards.

Ah but Joanna's...

What was there not to sing beautifully about? She didn't have his ugliness, didn't have Jaime's badly notorious reputation though she was well known still only she was an inspiration to women everywhere, didn't have children, was unwed...there, perhaps that's what they would latch onto in order to smear her too– Childless, unwed, a spinster.

Though he's yet to hear anyone throw that in her face— thus far, she truly has no unforgiving flaw, no fatal sin to carry into her older years. He doubts their father will let her stay unwed for much longer but he keeps those things to himself. No need to spoil the mood tonight–

Or the next day which has Tyrion sporting a headache and wondering how come Joanna didn't have any but then he's always been a heavier drinker than her. He's also wondering how early had she woken up to have been going about royal duties for the better part of the day now.

He starts singing to announce his entry.

"And who are you?" the proud Lord said

That I must bow so low?

Only a cat of a different coat

That's all the truth I know.

In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws

And mine are long and sharp, my lord

As long and sharp as yours–"

"Yes Tyrion, you may come in~"

"Sister–" he greets with a grin that stretches from one corner of his mouth to the other, his arms wide open as he walked in, momentarily pausing at the sight of her guest. "And Lord Stark, how are you?"

The boy seems unlike himself as he barely manages to stutter out a response.

"Hi uhm, I am f-fantastical, my lord. Your Grace, Highness...Lady, uhm–" he bows, his eyes glued to the ground. "Good day." then he leaves her study in a hurry, making Tyrion wonder what the two could have spoken about to warrant such reaction. He had mistaken Joanna's title two times before reaching the correct one, not that Tyrion thought his sister minded.

He glances behind him, his amusement lingering on his face while pulling up a seat to occupy.

"Did you summon the boy so you could fluster him back to the North, sister?"

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