Diana had not seen winter since she was a child, yet autumn had had left them and winter began on her children's first name day, a small feast was interrupted by the white raven. The former princess had began to request a small stock pile of warm children's clothing from Nina and her apprentice, Ellinor, ever fearful her small children would catch a chill and grow sick. Her father was not well, and winter had done him no favors, the more moons passed the less letters she received from her father, and the more she received from her sister. Rhaella had given birth to a stillborn daughter, and had miscarriages before and after. She asked Diana to bend the Mother's ear for her, and joked that it seemed they both were too close with the Stranger. Diana never quite agreed to removing the tongues of the Reyne girls, but the message her husband sent was in her name. Whispers had spread, of how the Lady of Lannister had taken the Stranger into her bed, both in her husband and in sending the girl's to the Silent Sisters, who married the stranger. Tywin was cruel when he felt he had to be, and the smallfolk whispered the Stranger had blessed him for sending so many souls to him.
It took two years for winter to end, a short one compared to many, but they still prayed for a longer summer. As the chills began to lessen and the heat began to return, Diana started on her latest project: a week long festival of the Seven. It was tradition to begin spring with worship and devotion, a day for each of the divine. Day one was for the Stranger, thanking him for passing over them during the winter. Diana had commissioned a new dress for each day, and wore a black silk gown with golden lions at the hem on the day of the Stranger.
Tywin smiled down at her as they headed to the Hall of Heroes, clad in black and gold as well. Diana held in each of her hands one of her children's own, the twins toddling along. Alysanne stopped suddenly, and put her fists up expectantly as she stared at her father, "Up!" Her red silk dress had enough volume at the bottom to make her appear as though she were half tulle.
Tywin stared at his daughter with amusement for a moment, "Yes, my lady?" The child simply repeated the lone word, "Up!" He smiled, and lifted the child into his arms, only to hear his son call out, "Up!"
Both parents laughed, and Diana picked up her son, ruffling his blond hair, "Aren't we demanding, my Lord?" She teased her son, eyes bright. When Diana had forged her betrothal, she had never imagined how it would feel to be where she was now. Sure, she knew she would have children with her lord husband, but she never thought of the warmth that would come with it. The love that Diana held for her children was fierce, and just as strong for her husband. She still dreamed of the lion at the foot of the Iron throne, yet no longer clung so fiercely to it. Diana had thought contentment would come with a crown, yet found it in a hallway of Casterly Rock, walking with her husband and their children, and seeing the way he looks at her, as if she held his heart in her hands.
A/N:
Sorry it's short, I'm laying out the time skip, the kids are older, and the festival is going to herald a plot point. Thanks to those who pointed out the mistakes I made in the index, I was going to skip a year, and then realized if I skipped about two and a half, the plot would flow better, so I only fixed the ages of some characters on accident.