Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Any Rights To Any Of The Characters Except For The Oc. The Rights For All Characters Belong To Their Respective Owners.
Rating: M
Word Count: 1055
Pairing: Victoria Lannister x Ned Stark
Warning: This Story Is Rated M For Possible Sexual Content In Later Chapters, Possible Graphic Violence, And Foul Language. Also I Decided To make Tyrion A Normal Child.
Chapter 1: Thunder Rolls
Tywin was angry. He'd been sent to his office like a petulant child. He was a Lannister for godsake, He was a Lion, The Great Tywin Lannister hear him roar.
His second wife, Lady Mariana, was in the birthing chamber. She'd been in labor for many hours and throughout the whole experience, Tywin had dutifully paced outside the door waiting to hear the cry of his newest addition.
The Maester had told him that he should go get some work done. Told him that all he was going to do was pace a hole in the stone floor.
His heart raced as his office door burst open, a loud bang ringing out as the door hit the wall. Hard. His heart dropped into his stomach as he saw the all to familiar look.
'Not again.' Tywin Though sadly in his head.
He looked into the man's eyes and saw hope. Tywin hopes and prayed to the old gods and the new that's his young wife and newborn babe were in good health.
"Lord Tywin, will you please follow me. Your wife is asking for you." Tywin did something completely uncommon to the people around him. Tywin smiled, his smile was so big it looked like his face would split. His Lannister green eyes shone alight with happiness for the first time in a long time.
"Well, let us go then, best not keep the lady waiting." Tywin said, standing. He rushed down the hallway with great excitement.
The got to the door and Tywin hesitated before turning the knob. After a second or two he opened the door slowly. The sight shocked him, his smile faltered, losing some of its brightness.
The large cot sat in the middle of the room. His wife was sitting in the middle of the bed cradling the crying babe to her breast. Tears welling in her eyes as she tried and failed to sooth the newborn.
He slowly walked to the cot and sat down on the edge, he reached for the babe cautiously, not wanting to anger or spook the lioness. Her eyes widened slightly and she looked up shocked at seeing Tywin.
Mariana carefully passed the babe to Tywin, not wanting to jostle him. Tywin looked down from his young wife to his daughter. She was screaming her head off, her face was red as ever, the veins in her neck and face bulging.
Her eyes connected with the matching pair looking down at him. Silence filled the room, Mariana looked at Tywin in awe. Tywin took no notice, rocking and coo at the newborn. Tywin examined the babe, she had a round chubby face, with rosy red cheeks, the Lannister look completes by the wheat blonde tuff of hair the rested on the babe's head. Slowly, Tywin looked up and asked.
"Have you picked her name?"
"No, I haven't." She responded.
"What do you think of Victoria?" Tywin asked slowly as if he feared rejection.
"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." Tywin's smile became even more blinding.
He shifted the infant back into the arms of his mother, before moving to sit behind his wife. He pulled her body towards him self so that she rested comfortably against him, the child nestled sleepily against her breast.
He ran his fingers through his wife's hair soothing, her breathing evened out as she and the babe fell asleep resting against him.
The door to the room opened slow and quiet. Tywin looked up and saw his small son, Tyrion, looking slightly fearful to enter the room. Tywin raised his hand to motion his son to come to him. Tyrion's four year old form approached the bed slowly, looking like he wanted to turn and run away, not used to his father being nice to him.
When Tyrion got to the cot Tywin lifted him easily placing him against his side. The little boy nestled into Tywin happily. Soon, enough the door opened again to reveal the twins.
They might have looked alike but in reality they couldn't be more different. Jaime was sweet, smart and calm. Cersei was calculated, short-tempered, and stubborn. They looked so similar yet the were completely different. While Cersei had followed in his footsteps, Jamie had not. Tywin was ashamed to say that he was the reason for Cersei's hatred of Tyrion.
He had resented Tyrion for Joanna's death, Cersei had watched and done the same. Jaime had played with Tyrion and joked and laughed.
Just like before he motioned the twins to the cot. Cersei crawled onto the cot and rested her head against Tywin's leg. Jamie approached him quietly. Tywin lifted Jaime placing him on the other side Tyrion, who was sleeping quietly nestled into his father's warmth.
Jaime shifted his body around Tyrion, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy.
"What's her name, father?" Jaime questioned quietly.
"Victoria." Tywin stated. Jaime hummed sleepily in acknowledgment.
Tywin sighed, from now on he was going to be better. He was going to be better for his wife and children and Joanna. She was such a sweet woman she would never want her death to be the reason he turned mean and hateful. He was going to give the best for his kids. He'd do everything in his power to give them the world. He let them pick their marriage he'd let them pick their future.
Outside the castle, the waves came in roughly and crashed loudly against the rocky beach. Thunder rolled across the sky and lightning striking the water. A child with the sight had been born for the first time a thousand years.
Author's Note:
Hey guys, I know I've been MIA for awhile, Sorry. In other New this is my first GOT story hope you like it.
-WLRM