Nyctophilia|Game of Thrones

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Later that day, Joanna walked around Winterfell with Robb Stark on her arm.

The two conversed amongst one another with smiles on their faces. Joanna had told Robb everything that had happened to her in their time of not writing one another and Robb did the same. "I really have missed you, Robb." Joanna confessed softly

"I have missed you too Joanna. More than you know." He replied "oh, I am also sorry for your brother. I can't imagine how that must feel." He continued

"It's hard. I feel as if a part of me is gone, but I can't change the fact that he died. I'm getting better but, it's hard at times." She explained as she looked at the ground

There was a moment of silence between the two that was soon ruined by Lucion Lannister who walked up to the two. "You are aware that your mother has been watching you like a hawk." The man says to his nephew who turns to look at her mother who quickly looks away.

"She's worried, and she has every right to be. Daemon died and now she's protective." Joanna softly told the men who nodded his head.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look, sound, and act so much like your grandmother? Everything but your hair." Lucion asked her with a soft smile.

"Jamie and grandfather do all the time." She said with a proud smile.

His smile soon fell when Lucion sighed and walked away. "What just happened?" Robb asked the woman softly.

"I was given my name when I was one. It took so long because no one knew what to name me. My uncle Renly, wanted to name me Anastasia. My mother loved the name but my uncle Jamie and my grandfather Tywin felt it didn't fit me. A year later, after my grandfather spent every waking day with me, he finally decided on a name. He didn't even ask if it was okay with my mother and father. He said I looked like his wife, except for my hair color. So, he named me Joanna. He refused to give me the Baratheon name so he forced the king to make me a Lannister. From then on, I was Joanna Of the House Lannister, Second of her Name. Now that I'm older, I look like an exact copy of my grandmother, besides the color of my hair, and it sometimes makes my mother and uncles sad. My grandfather gets sad too but it's always made us closer." She explained softly as she looked down

"Well, I never met your grandmother, but if she is anything like how you say she is and how you are, I am sure I would have loved her." Robb told her and she smiled

"Come on. Let's go." Joanna said with a small laugh as the two continued their walk.

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Later that night, Joanna stood in her room getting ready for the feast. Her mother sat in a chair with her head in her hand as Joanna walked around the room. "I just don't understand my dear. You could have any man in this world. Why choose him?" Cersei asked her daughter in disappointment

"That's exactly why. I can have any man I want. Everyone knows that. Robb is the only man who's never thrown himself at me. Besides, he's the only one who understands me. Unfortunately, he understands me in ways you do not." Joanna replied as she slipped her dress on.

"That means very little to me, dear." Cersei spoke as she stood up and began helping her daughter with her dress.

"But it means everything to me. I'm done choosing everyone's happiness over my own. It's time I chose my happiness for once." Joanna spoke in despair as she quickly put on her shoes and walked out of the room.

Joanna continued to walk absentmindedly until she got to the tree she loved so dearly.

She wished it had been snowing so she could admire the red leaves on the white snow as she used to when she was younger. She heard someone walk up beside her but she didn't move to look at the person. She just stood there looking at the Weirwood tree. "You know, when I was a child, I used to come here every morning. Tears fell down my face because I only wanted one person by my side." Joanna spoke up as she hugged herself.