Diana was unsure at first why the ladies of two keeps were at her home when they were supposed to be running their own. It was Megga, Tytos's whore who informed her rather smugly, that Tytos was speaking of fostering one of her children with the Reynes, once the child was off the breast. 'The girl, if you have one. Can't have the heir leaving the den too soon. Tytos seemed delighted at the idea' Her voice was snide and Diana was struck with such a fury that she only screamed at the woman to get out, let the whore have her moment of victory. Her breath was labored, her heart racing, and all she saw was red, she took out her parchment and quill, as well as a stack of opened letters. The ladies had stupidly thought to use the rookery, Pycelle had been in Tywin's pocket since the moment he had arrived, and had been informed to look to Diana for instruction in his absence. Lady Ellyn was a haughty writer, her large scrawl speaking of how she would be returning to her second son, the acting lord she wrote too, soon, and spoke of the dragon bitch who was fat as a sow, much too large for a woman having a child.

Diana's anger was mounting with each word, the foolish woman did not realize Diana was having twins. Her hand shook as a pain flashed down her spine, but let her rage guide her. Smoothly, she copied the style of Lady Ellyn's handwriting, instructing her two daughters to be sent to Casterly Rock, so that Kevan might choose between them for a bride. Another rack of agony left her crying out, and the door to her solar opened once more. "Get out!" Diana screeched, her voice cracking. It was Alyssa, and her face paled at the sight of her Princess, quivering over her desk, dress stained with blood from the front of her waist. Her hand gripped the seal she had brought tightly.

"Will you stop plotting for a moment?" Alyssa asked accusingly, her fear giving her voice a hardness. "You are in labor, Diana, a bloody one at that!" It was still a few weeks until she was to term, but twins were known to come as early as they'd like.

Diana's eyes flashed, and she handed her the letter, as she gripped the desk tightly with her other hand, grunting in pain. "Take her seal, send it on the fastest raven we have, and then tell the Ladies Tarbeck and Reyne that Lord Tytos offers them to travel by sea on his flagship this evening to their keeps." It would be slower by a day, but a display of wealth and generosity they would not refuse. "I want them gone before my children enter this world."

Alyssa nodded, hiding the documents in the sleeves of her dress before quickly hiding the real letters as well in her Lady's desk before shouting, "Guards! Fetch the Maester, Lady Lannister is in labor!"

The great Weirwood door opened to two house soldiers staring with wide eyes at the blood on her gown before one rushed forwards to carry her to her chambers while the other went to fetch Pycelle. Alyssa made quick work to braid her hair back and remove her blood-stained gown, leaving her only in her shift as the Maester bolted in and ushered her to the bed. "I shall be back, my lady," Alyssa said once Diana was settled, and the woman only nodded as her body flushed with the heat that only she seemed to feel.

A crack of thunder made her jump, "A storm is brewing, my lady. A fierce thing if one were on the seas, but nothing for you to worry about." Diana thought of Tywin, was he sailing in this storm, into another battle? Here, she was fighting her own in the birthing bed.

She screamed, the pain was worse and coming more and more often, Pycelle was peeking between her skirts more often than she would have liked, but was relieved to hear him say, "It's almost time, my lady." Alyssa reappeared at her side, taking her hand for Diana to squeeze harshly on as she was reminded to breathe. Diana could not even tell how long the handmaiden was gone for, but it was long enough for Diana to begin to push and her friend to tell her it would all be done soon, meaning more than just her labor pains.

Diana screamed until her voice was raw, and she was sure they could hear her clear to the Smoking Sea. "I see a head!" Pycelle called, and two nursemaids stood ready, one with a crimson cloth, and the other a black, to swaddle the infants and tell them apart should they both be the same gender. Rain pelted the windows, and with a mighty shriek, the next heir to the Westerlands was born. The sound of a babe's wail had Diana sagging in relief, but the urge to push came again, and before she knew it, a second scream joined the first and a black bundle and a red bundle was placed in each arm.

"Where is she?" A man's voice was arguing, growing closer and closer, now that Diana could hear something other than her own screams. She knew that voice and the one that matched it.

"Now son, calm down!" Tytos was trying to assure his son, "You'll see your heirs soon!" A crashing sound had Alyssa leaving her side to open the door, but all Diana could look at was the two babes with their faces scrunched as they realized they were no longer in the comfort of the womb. A little boy and a little girl, with wisps of hair more silver than gold.

"Tywin," Her relief was palpable, he had a healing scratch on his chin that would leave an attractive little scar, and he seemed to have aged five years in the time he had been gone, but he was here.

"Diana." He was searching her face, red with sweat and gown bloodied, holding his newborn children. Tywin rushed to her side and kissed her fevered brow.

"You made it just in time to meet…" Diana's voice trailed off, she was so tired. Her eyes fluttered until all she saw was black.

Distantly, she could swear she heard Tywin calling for her, but she simply did not have the strength to respond.

A/N:

I know, I'm evil. But the babies are here!