Robb,

It has been so long, I hardly know how to begin. Both of our live are so different now. You are married, and I wish you the sincerest wishes for your happiness. I know that she must be a wonderful woman to gain your affections. I must confess, though, I was and still am worried about you since I heard of your marriage. From what I can gather, Walder Frey is not a forgiving man. I hope you are able to reach some sort of arrangement to appease him.

I do have news to share with you. Unfortunately, none about Arya. It does concern what is happening in Sansa's life. When Stannis attacked King's Landing, the King's forces would not have succeeded without the help of Tywin Lannister's army and the army of the Tyrell's. As a reward for joining in with the crown, King Joffrey offered the Tyrell's anything that they would ask for. They asked for Margaery to marry the king instead of Sansa, and everyone agreed that it would be best to end his engagement to Sansa and marry Margaery Tyrell instead.

Sansa was so happy to be released of this engagement. She was smiling and enjoying life as I had never seen her do before. She had even discussed plans of marrying Loras Tyrell with the head of the Tyrell family in order to be able to get Sansa out of King's Landing. This was, unfortunately, short lived. The Queen Regent found out about this plan and reported it to Tywin Lannister, who is now in place as Hand of the King. He arranged for Sansa to marry Tyrion Lannister and Cersei to marry Loras Tyrell. He has also arranged a marriage for his youngest daughter with the Martells. Tywin is slowly trying to spread his power out all over Westeros.

I write to you now on the morning of Sansa's wedding. She is not happy, but Tyrion is not either. Tyrion feels that it is wrong that she is not allowed to be happy, but Tywin will not listen. He is too concerned with extending his reach of power. I do not doubt that Tyrion and Sansa can learn to love each other and make each other happy, I just regret that it even has to happen to begin with. She is such a sweet, caring girl. She deserves to be happy and enjoy life.

Robb, I leave you with one last caution. Tywin arranged this marriage so that Tyrion and Sansa's future children, if they have any, will be heirs to the North. This leads me to believe that he has a plan on killing you. Please, do your best to be careful and stay safe. Do not trust any except maybe those that have always been loyal to you. I doubt I will learn any more of his plans, but if I do I will certainly try to share them with you.

Joellyn felt her heart racing. She had skipped out on practicing with Bronn in order to write this letter to Robb without anyone knowing. She had told Bronn that she was feeling ill due to her flowering and he did not want to hear any more details, so she knew that he would be leaving her alone. She only had to get the letter out before Tyrion awoke, and as she tied the letter to a raven and sent it away she finally felt a sense of relief.

She then turned and looked to Tyrion. This would be the last morning that she woke up sharing a room with him. He never moved out after healing from his wound and she had enjoyed the extra time with him. He would now be joining Sansa in her chambers, though, as they were to be married today.

Sansa had not reacted well to the news, nor should she have. It was devastating for her to learn that she was not going to be able to escape from King's Landing after all. After Joellyn had managed to get Tyrion and Shae to leave Sansa's chambers that evening, Joellyn held Sansa as she cried and tried, what little she could, to offer words of encouragement to her.

But Sansa was almost beyond comforting, "Joellyn, I know he is your brother and that you love him dearly, and this will mean that we are sisters, but I cannot imagine loving him. I do not know him, and he is so much older than me."

Joellyn held her and simply replied, "I know, my dear friend. I know this will mean little to you now, but please take comfort in the fact that Tyrion is not cruel. Tyrion is caring and he will not hurt you." But that did little to comfort Sansa.

The next day, the two girls joined Margaery Tyrell for a walk through the gardens, and they had a similar discussion. Margaery had said to her, "Sansa, women in the position that the three of us are in must make the best of our positions."

Sansa, frustrated, replied, "How am I supposed to make the best of my position? I have to marry him."

As much as Joellyn tried to not be hurt by what Sansa said, it did hurt. Tyrion is her brother, and they both love each other very much. Joellyn had seen how the world had always misjudged Tyrion, looking at his exterior rather than getting to know him. Margaery, fortunately, jumped to Tyrion's defense, "Has Lord Tyrion mistreated you?"

Sansa had shook her head and replied, "But he's a Lannister," then looked at Joellyn and Joellyn knew that Sansa saw the hurt that her words had caused, because she quickly covered, "Not that all Lannisters are bad, my friend."

Joellyn had thought they had finally gotten past her last name, but her last name seemed to follow her wherever she went. She was always going to be associated with her father and her sister. Even after she got married, she clearly looked like a Lannister, so changing her last name did little to help remove the association with the Lannister name.

Joellyn tried to cover up her hurt by saying, "No, but there are some terrible Lannisters. However, my brother is far from the worst. Please, be willing to give him a chance. I know you will not love him right away, but I feel that you will grow to love him." Sansa had looked kindly at her, so she knew that was Sansa's way of agreeing, though she did not think it would ever come to pass.

Joellyn looked over at Tyrion again and decided it was time for him to wake. He had things that he needed to do to prepare for his wedding and he certainly did not need to sleep through his own wedding. She moved over to the lounge that he had been using as a bed, sat at his feet, and softly shook him awake.

"Tyrion," she said gently, "you need to be awake. You will be wanted at the sept in a few short hours to be married."

He groaned, "That is not the way to wake me up this morning," but sat up anyway and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

Joellyn looked at him sadly, "I know, brother. I wish it could be different for you. I wish you could be going to the sept today to marry someone that you love."

Tyrion, still trying to wake up, shrugged saying, "I suppose it could be worse."

Joellyn laughed softly, "That is one way to think of it, brother. Please do not go back to sleep. I am needed to go help Sansa get ready."

Tyrion shook his head, "Never fear my sister. I will not leave my wife alone on our wedding day. Go help your friend."

Joellyn cast one more look at him, then left her chambers. She was already adequately ready. She was wearing a satin, emerald green dress that cut low in the front and had an open back that scooped down to reveal most of her back. Her hair curled a little on its own naturally, so she simply left her hair down and tied a small part of it back with a dainty braid to keep her hair out of her face while she helped Sansa get ready. She didn't want to be dressed as nice as she was dressed, but her father had been strangely insistent that she wear that particular dress. Not wanting to cause an argument, she agreed.

Sansa was already awake and Shae was working on Sansa's hair when Joellyn arrived. Joellyn could sense immediately that Shae was not happy, and Joellyn could understand. Shae, whether she would admit it or not, loves Tyrion. It would not be easy for her to know that Tyrion, the man she was in love with, was marrying another and would not ever be able to marry her.

Sansa greeted her, "Joellyn, you look stunning."

Joellyn shook her head, "Not as stunning as we are going to make you look. I know you do not want to marry Tyrion, but we are still going to make sure that you stun everyone present at your wedding, as every bride should."

In spite of herself, Sansa smiled and said, "Thank you, my friend. You are right, I do not want this," and Joellyn saw sadness return to Sansa's eyes, so she set to work making Sansa look as beautiful as possible when she was so incredibly sad.

Just about the time that Sansa was finished, there was a knock on the door and Shae opened the door to reveal Tyrion with his squire, Podrick. They all exchanged greetings and Joellyn noted that Tyrion and Shae hardly looked at each other. Hopefully Sansa was too nervous to note the strange behavior that Tyrion and Shae were exhibiting.

Tyrion spoke to Podrick, "I would like a moment alone with my sister and Lady Sansa. Would you mind escorting Lady Stark's handmaiden?"

Joellyn also saw the dirty look that Shae gave Tyrion, but what else could Tyrion do. He was going to be married to Sansa. Surely he did not intend to continue fucking Shae while being married to Sansa.

Tyrion waited a few moments after the door closed and turned to Sansa, "My lady, I want you to know I didn't ask for this."

Sansa nodded, "I know. Joellyn has told me about how this came to be arranged. I only hope I don't disappoint you, my Lord."

Joellyn felt her heart swell with love for Tyrion. At Sansa's last statement, sadness entered his eyes and he shook his head, "Don't. You don't have to speak to me as if you are a prisoner anymore. You will be my wife... Which I guess is a different sort of prison... Oh..."

Joellyn, filled with sympathy because Tyrion rarely struggled with words, finished for him, "I think my brother is struggling to tell you that he understands that neither of you are really happy, but he wishes to try to make you happy, if you will let him."

Tyrion smiled at her gratefully and Sansa nodded her head, so Tyrion continued, "I promise you this, my lady, I will never hurt you."

Joellyn took this moment to say, "I must take my leave. I need to go to the sept and you two will be expected not long after I arrive."

They both nodded, but Tyrion called to her one last time before she left, "Joellyn, I thought you should know, so it does not come as a surprise, Prince Oberyn arrived in King's Landing late last night. He will be at the wedding today, and father intends for you two to meet today. I did not want you to be caught unaware."

Joellyn was grateful for holding onto the door handle at this moment, because she felt her knees buckle and grew incredibly nervous, "Thank you for warning me, Tyrion. Any words of advice for when I meet my future husband?"

Tyrion shook his head, "Just be smart."

While she was being escorted to the sept, Joellyn felt herself growing incredibly nervous. She was nervous for Tyrion and Sansa, but she almost dreaded meeting Oberyn. She had not expected him to arrive so soon. She tried to calm herself by thinking, "It is unlikely that father will introduce us at the wedding. He will wait until the feast after the wedding," but it did little to appease her nerves. So, she arrived at the sept feeling sick to her stomach and was working very hard to act like she was looking forward to the wedding and then feast afterword.

Joellyn found, what she thought was an inconspicuous place to stand, away from her father and sister, trying to blend in with the rest of the nobles that were present for the wedding. While standing around, waiting for the wedding to begin, she became aware that a person had walked up and came to a stop to stand beside her. She tried to be nonchalant about seeing who this person was, as she turned her head up and to her right to get a look at whoever had arrived next to her.

What she saw kept her from being inconspicuous. He was a beautifully tanned man, with dark hair, dressed in a yellow tunic, brown pants, and brown boots, with deep brown eyes that were looking right into her green eyes. She smiled in greeting, sure that she had never met this man before, but simply wanted to be polite. The man smiled back and Joellyn could almost feel the blush rising to her cheeks as she thought about how handsome he was, and how much more handsome his smile made him.

He spoke softly, in an accent that she did recognize, "I hope the lady does not mind my company. I do not know many here, so when I saw your beauty when I entered I determined that I would like to know you."

Joellyn smiled and replied quietly, "You are very kind, my lord, and I do not mind."

The beautiful man smiled again, "Very good. So now that I know you do not mind my company, perhaps I might have your name? It would be much better if we knew who we were standing with. I am Oberyn Martell."

Joellyn paused as she felt like the floor fell out from under her. This beautiful, exotic man was to be her husband? Even more troubling, this beautiful, exotic man was going to be her husband and likely was already plotting how to kill her or find some other way to get revenge against her father. She quickly gathered her wits and tried to appear unfazed, "Well, Prince Oberyn, it is by happy chance that we meet like this. I am Joellyn Lannister."

A look crossed his face, and Joellyn was not sure what the look meant, but it was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared, "A happy chance, indeed. It is good to know that I found you beautiful before I knew you."

Joellyn blushed a little, but did not get a chance to respond to Oberyn's comment as the wedding ceremony began. She was going to have to be very careful around him. Tyrion had mentioned that he had quite the reputation for sleeping with "half of Westeros," but Joellyn had not anticipated him to be such a smooth talker and a charmer. She had to keep in mind that there was more to his agreeing to marry her than met the eye. There just had to be. A man that enjoyed sex that much could not easily agree to settling for just one person for the rest of his life.

The wedding between Tyrion and Sansa passed by in a blur. Joellyn was too thrown off by Oberyn's presence beside her and her initial attraction to him. Oberyn was, very clearly, a beautiful man who knew how to use his god given good looks. He probably had no trouble convincing any woman to join his bed. Occasionally, throughout the ceremony, Joellyn found herself stealing glances at him, only to find that he would be glancing at her as well. This would make her blush and she could see, even from the corner of her eye, that he would smile in response every time color rose to her cheeks.

Thankfully, the ceremony ended quickly and Joellyn looked forward to gaining a little bit of distance between her and Oberyn. However, he was too charming to allow that. He offered to escort her to the wedding feast, and she could not refuse. The conversation between the two of them was pleasant enough. She inquired about his trip to King's Landing, he shared about how boring it could be to be trapped on a ship, and then the commented about the beautiful weather that there had been today for the wedding. However, what she could not stand was the look of delight on her father's face when she entered the banquet hall with her arm wrapped in Oberyn's. It was almost too much to bear.

Her father crossed the room and joined them saying, "Ah, Prince Oberyn, I see you have already been acquainted with my daughter."

Oberyn released Joellyn's arm and bowed slightly to her father, "Lord Tywin. I happened upon her in the sept and was enraptured by her beauty and knew I had to meet her. Imagine my happiness when I learned that this beauty was the one that I am to marry in a few short weeks."

Joellyn smiled at her father and Oberyn, and she said, "Prince Oberyn has been nothing but kind so far."

Tywin looked pleased then turned to look at his unhappy son and new daughter-in-law at the head table, then turned back to Joellyn, "Maybe one of the marriages I have arranged for my children will be happy after all. I shall leave you two. Please, Prince Oberyn, enjoy the festivities."

As the feast progressed, even Oberyn Martell's unsettling company could not beat out the discomfort that she began to feel for both Tyrion and Sansa. Tyrion grew more and more drunk as the evening progressed, and did not have any intention on stopping his drinking. Sansa just sat at the front, looking uncomfortable while trying to look happy. Joffrey soon called for the bedding and that was when Joellyn was sure all hell was going to break loose.

"There will be no bedding ceremony," Tyrion slurred.

Joffrey turned on him, "There will be if I command it."

Joellyn was surprised by his drunken bravery when Tyrion stabbed a knife into the table and said, "Then you will be fucking your own bride with a wooden cock."

Joffrey became offended, but Tywin intervened saying, "I believe we can dispense with the bedding ceremony. I'm sure Tyrion did not mean to threaten the King."

Tyrion shook his head and slurred as he said, "A joke made out of envy of your royal manhood. I'm so small, my wife won't even know that I'm there. But it is my wedding night, and my tiny drunk cock and I have a job to do. Come wife." To Sansa's credit, she took Tyrion's offered hand and followed dutifully. Joellyn met her eyes and gave her a small smile of encouragement, but Sansa looked like she was going to be sick.

Joellyn's eyes followed the two of them out the door, and her watching them was interrupted by Oberyn's thick accent, "It seems to me that you care more for the bride than you do your own brother. Curious."

Joellyn turned to him, "I am sorry, Prince Oberyn. I have been distracted. Sansa is a good friend of mine. We have been all each other has had for a great time now. I just wish her to be happy, and my brother is not what she wants. I love my brother, but I don't know that she will ever be happy with him."

Oberyn pursed his lips slightly and nodded, "I just mean that you seem to be more concerned with the bride's embarrassment about her husband's actions than you do about the embarrassment he brought your family."

Joellyn nodded slowly, "Oh, that. Well, it will not take you long, Prince Oberyn, to figure out that I am not closely associated with my family. I believe I am probably only a Lannister in name."

Oberyn appeared to be studying her, and Joellyn grew slightly uncomfortable under his gaze. He soon broke the silence by saying, "I look forward to getting to know you better, then, Lady Joellyn. However, the night is late, allow me to escort you to your room."

Joellyn stood and took Oberyn's offered arm. If she was to marry him, she would need to grow much more comfortable with physical contact with him anyway. The two of them left the banquet hall together and he followed her lead to her chambers. They walked in relative silence until they arrived at her door and she said, rambling, "These are my chambers. I shared them with Tyrion for the past few months. It is strange to think he won't be coming tonight."

Oberyn laughed, and Joellyn cocked her head to question why he laughed, so he replied, "It is nothing, my lady. Just your choice of word."

Joellyn realized that he was referring to her use of the word "coming" when talking about Tyrion and grew a little embarrassed, but Oberyn saved her much embarrassment by opening her door and kissing her softly on the cheek as he did so, then said, "I wish you sweet dreams."

Joellyn bit the inside of her lip as she felt heat rush to her face and slight butterflies in her stomach, "Goodnight, Prince Oberyn. Shall we see each other tomorrow?"

He smiled, "I believe we shall," then parted ways with her.

Joellyn closed her door and felt her stomach settle and tried to steady her heartbeat as well. Yes, she was going to have to be very careful around the handsome prince of Dorne.