Oriane felt dread festering in her stomach as she was escorted up to the tower of the hand, I've barely set foot in King's Landing and already I've gotten myself in to trouble, she thought, she felt intimidated by the gold cloaks and their steely nature,

"Lord Tywin, we brought the girl you asked for." Lord Tywin…asked for me? Oriane reeled, what would Tywin Lannister want with a tavern wench like her?

"Come, girl." He said, once the gold cloaks had taken their leave, his tone did nothing to ease Oriane's twirling stomach,

"Do you have any idea, as to why you have been summoned to my chambers?" Tywin studied the girl, it soon became clear that she didn't have even the slightest clue as to who she really was,

Oriane dared to look Tywin in the eyes, "No, My Lord." It was true, she had a feeling that Tywin had something to do with her abrupt arrival at King's Landing, no, looking at him, recalling her circumstances, she knew it.

Tywin observed the girl, from her green eyes to her easy-going attitude, as arrogant as her father. It was Tywin's first thought, Oriane grew nervous at the ongoing silence…. She is a bastard with no lands or titles to speak of…..the Lannister name cannot withstand more scandal…..I am doing this for the good of House Lannister.

But then she smiled right at Tywin, and it hit him like a thousand arrows,

Joanna's smile.

For a moment, Oriane was confused, "Is..is something wrong My Lord?"

Tywin pondered at his desk, he brought her to King's Landing so he could see this girl in the flesh, the living proof of his daughter's childish stupidity…..it was true, the young girl sitting in front of him was the very image of Cersei in her youth, but her smile….she had Joanna's smile, and for that reason, he wouldn't just behead the girl and have done with it.

"Have you been in the service of a highborn?" He asked,

"No, My Lord, all my years I have spent as a tavern wench." Tywin internally tsked, bastard or not, no blood of mine shall work in a tavern.

"Be that as it may…..come with me, girl."

Oriane asked no questions, only followed Lord Tywin and his guards, I knew it, she worried, it is here I will meet my death, as Lord Stark did. How certain she that those were her last footsteps on this mortal coil. But no, instead, she came face to face with wooden door, and when Tywin opened it, she couldn't believe who she was seeing.

She was a little younger than she was, Oriane had never felt so embarrassed, there she sat, radiating elegance, like a noblewoman from the stories, with her rich dresses covered in embroidery, and there she stood, in her rags, feeling like she just crawled through Moat Cailin stood next to the beautiful girl.

Actually, she looks a bit like me….Oriane thought briefly, but thought nothing of it….

"Leave us." Tywin ordered, and like that, the guards left.

The princess got up and Curtsied, "Princess Myrcella, this is Oriane, your new handmaiden."