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Tywin sighed, it had been a year since Joanna had passed and his twins were even more upset with him since he was remarrying a highborn maiden at of the house of Ragnar from the Shield Islands. He had never intended to remarry ever again but things with the Targaryen line were getting too shaky and he had limited time to make sure if anything went wrong his family would be secure. If it wasn't for the fact he was worried also about the rivalry from house Ragnar he wouldn't be marrying the youngest at all, but he wanted his line secure and his children needed a mother, even Tyrion he supposed. The Rock was busy, Lord Tavin Ragnar would be arriving any minute now. Going down his tower steps he moved to the courtyard area where they would ride into toward his Keep. Eyeing his children and their sullen like expressions under the cold calm masks. "Behave," he warned as he shot them a look making them line up with him as the nurse stood by with Tyrion. Much to Cersei's disgust. Lord Tavin arrived first with his son Tyslin, the lord had no wife since fever had take her two years ago. The carriage followed with his guards.
Lord Tavin was a man of six foot five, imposing with salt and pepper hair and beard. His beard was longer and braided with leather and he had markings just slightly on his cheeks. His hair kept short. Wearing boots, pants and a sleeveless tunic that had a belt. Light mail underneath. His eyes were like cold steel. He dismounted with his son who looked just like him if he had been eighteen, as his squire opened the door to the carriage. His daughter, Lady Ragnar, took the boys hand and Tywin stilled. Waiting, none of the Ragnar women were usually appealing, most were bullish and downright pig headed as he remembered from his once solitary visit to the Islands. Lady Ragnar was very lithe, slender, and actually…quiet pretty, shapely with a full bust for her age of sixteen. She had long gold hair and very aqua sea blue green eyes, her face still soft with her youth but sharp like some of the statue work he had admired there. She had a small straight nose, slightly high cheek bones, delicate gold brows and markings just under her eyes across her cheeks.
Eyeing her even he had to admit his surprise that she was actually quiet beautiful, her dress of blacks and silvers reminding him of house Rhyldrin also of the Shield Islands but she had reds instead of blues. Lord Tavin greeted them and introduced his son then his daughter, Farfella Ragnar. Tywin introduced his children though Tyrion fussed crying as the nurse tried to soothe him yet again, the child had been a nuisance with his tears all morning. Farfella stepped up and moved the blanket as the nurse blinked at her boldness. The baby looked at her through tears and she brushed fair fingers to his cheek , getting a couple of him his crying lessened. Her index finger slipped into his mouth tracing. "Ah, teething already." She had the squire bring out her satchel and she took out a root, stripping t to chew the end before giving it to him and gesturing the nurse to give her the child. To which she glanced nervously at Tywin who nodded once, anything to get him to stop so he could conduct this business. She carefully put the child in her arms. Farfella adjusted him and smiled as he immediately went quiet. Watching her, she looked to Lord Tywin and he regarded her now more closely. Taking them inside, showing them around the keep.
Tywin allowed Farfella to keep Tyrion for a while giving the nurse a break. There was a considerable difference in the tower, there was quiet, something Tywin supposed he should thank young Farfella for. Going to his library he found her there. Reading, hair down fully it went past her waist, bangs slightly streaked, she was reading one of his favorites. Her foot rocking a basket. Her look as she read made her even more striking. He waited a moment before making himself known. She looked up from it to see him, making to get up but he gestured her to stay as she was. She settled back down again using her foot. She put a marker in the page instead of ear marking t and bending the page thus ruining the parchment.
"I know why you brought me here, your sudden treaty with my father to gain what you can from the Shield Islands. You want me to be your next wife." She looked at him. "Thus getting you that as well as a future hostage if need be. I can never replace Lady Joanna Lord Tywin and I don't ever intend to but don't treat me a fool and be honest that is all I ask of you." Tywin was rather taken aback and tensed even hearing Joanna's name being uttered. Her gaze bore into his and he couldn't look away, her request was reasonable and she was far smarter then her father. "Agreed. T does not bother you to be bound in a loveless marriage?" He mused. "Love can grow anywhere, but even if not what is important is family. I may never love you or you me, but will do my duty and love my children, even yours." She countered unblinkingly. Dangerously smart. A smile tugged at the edge of his lips he found hard to quell. Her time in the keep with him was rather peaceful. Jamie was warming up to her. Cersei cold, She struck Cersei though when she tormented Tyrion on the eve of Joanna's Anniversary of her death and his name day. Shocking her and Jamie and even Tywin, but she gave her a harsh lesson of family, and how her actions no matter how she spited her brother dishonored Joanna and that hurt even Tywin. Threatening to teach it again to either of them should she find or hear of Tyrion's cries by their hands again.
It scared Cersei more than Jamie. Jamie went with her and his father to put flowers on her grave to find Farfella there already. She was with Tyrion in her arms. "A lady she was on Rock hewn high in many carved halls of stone. With ironwood roof and storm stone floor, and etches of history upon the door. The light of sun and star and moon, in shining nights of crystal hewn undimmed by cloud or shade of night. There shone forever fair and bright. The world even grey and mountains old with forges fires so ashen-cold, no harp is wrung, no hammer falls, the darkness dwells in those halls. The shadow lies upon her tomb, in beaches still, in Casterly Rock, but still the sunken stars appear in all dark and windless mirror mere, their lies her gift in halls so long till the lion wakes again from sleep. Her true lions of Casterly Keep. One lion king three cubs to carry her grace."
She stopped singing. Tyrion was quiet and in awe of her voice. It had been haunting, beautiful, she ran a finger down his nose and face he gurgled softly gripping her finger. "I know she's gone and I am a replacement but I will never let you forget the true Lady of the Rock young cub." She took out a chain etched in her careful hand to which Joanna was drawn perfectly. "Never forget her sacrifice, all her love in her last moments to make the world quake at another roar young Tyrion. You are a Lannister, always roar and never dishonor it." She smiled as he cooed out holding to her picture. She left or was going to when Jamie broke free and came down the stairs in a flight of running feet. Cutting her off, Cersei glared up at her father as she stormed away the opposite way. He intended to make that savage their new mother!
"Do you mean it?" What you sung and said?" Jamie asked, eyes on her, going so still. "Yes. I will do my duty and become the second Lady of the Rock but I will never replace your mother or let you forget her. Any of you, and if you truly loved her you will do your duty to this family too, never forget her sacrifice, she did everything for you, all of you." Jamie shivered trembling to fight his tears she knelt and cast her arm open. Letting him decide. Jamie ran and gripped her hard. Crying. He broke down and she let him, soothing him. She stood and took his hand squeezing he squeezed back and they walked the beach. Cersei ran angrily to the keep leaving Tywin alone as he walked numbly to her grave. Tracing the stone he had long neglected of his wife, and it had been cleaned and well tended to by Farfella. "What am I really doing?" he murmured with nearly broken voice.