Title: Waves
Summary: Joanna Lannister prayed for them.
Pairing/Character(s): There isn't any real pairings in this. I don't even know what happened, I just wanted to write for Joanna. Sorry, it's very short.
Warning(s): Joanna staring down waves.
Disclaimer: I do not know anything that is "A Song of Ice and Fire".
The bitter winds were tough; they would make their presence known as they smash into the sea. Once the wolves would howl—the winds would howl back. At every mounting cry of wind, the waves began to collide. They made the rocks slick, soaked and icy. The sort of cold someone feels when they march into the snow, a sudden stun to the flesh. All those gallant men on The Wall would be grateful for this sort of chill.
That's the sort of chill that Joanna Lannister lived with each day, everyday, of her existence, to stare at. Whether it was from her tower, tall and proud like herself, or down at the cliff sides, broad and strong, this resembled Tywin. She would watch. She would observe, she would learn by heart. As her entire being was that of Casterly Rock, of Lord Tywin, and of power. Her family's words came to her in those moments, moments where she'd forget being Lady Lannister. Hear me roar, the Lannisters were just like the breeze and the waves. One ultimately had to stop, while the other crashed and fell. Just like the Lannisters did.
Joanna looked down, from her skylight, to her round belly. Her hand pressed upon it, her beads around her wrist—she prayed with whilst Tywin did not look. She did not need, or seek, his permission to pray to the Gods, whether they were the new or the Old, or the one, whatever she believed in. Lady Lannister knew what she believed in—she believed in her children. She believed in Jaime, in Cersei, and her lion that would dress in babe's clothing. They would be fighters, they would do their greatest and perform for what they thought, no matter what it may be or shall be. They would not be waves, they would not break down, and furthermore they would not fall. For all the gold, and the mercy Westeros could spare, she prayed they would not be waves.