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Sorry, this chapter is really short, and I might not post anything until I have free time over the summer, so if you care at all about this story, once again; sorry.
Tywin
To Lord Tywin Lannister, Warden of the West, Shield of Lannisport, and Lord of Casterly Rock,
Father, you have a second grandson, a black haired, blue-eyed beauty named Steffon. He is quiet, saving his smiles for special occasions, but is strong willed and stubborn. Although he caught a fever almost immediately after his birth, he fought through it all night, being able to greet me in the morning. Robert is happy, and his brother Stannis seems to tolerate the child more than any other person, it is interesting to see them look into each other's eyes as Stannis holds him, both silent. Joffrey does not seem to understand that the little bundle is his new brother, but I pray they grow up as close as myself and Jaime did. I hope you visit soon so as to meet the newest addition to our family.
Cersei Lannister, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.
So it was a boy, and one that seemed to already have a temperament unlike that of Robert, good. Tywin set the letter onto his desk and walked slowly over to the window overlooking Lannisport. He will have to be to Joffrey as Kevan is to me, he thought as he pondered whilst looking out into the Sunset Sea. Or as Stannis is to Robert, remembering how the younger Baratheon held Storm's End for the majority of the Rebellion while the might of the Reach was encamped outside. As much as the Lord of Casterly Rock should be a golden-haired Lannister, with enough pressure, Robert will have the child foster with me, and I can groom an heir I can be proud of. One that will do justice to the Lannister name, unlike that monster.
He began to pen a letter to his daughter, congratulating her on her birth of yet another heir for the Iron Throne. Gods willing, both boys turn out better men than their father, and they will, if Robert and Cersei are wise and let me instruct them in how to rule.
Tywin looked toward the painting of his wife, Joanna, which hung over the hearth, he gently smiled and whispered assuringly; "Cersei's boys will bring glory to our House."
