Joanna

Sitting in her husband's study across from him in a seat he specifically designed for her, so he adores how much he loves her. She can admit that she loves him as well. She loves how smooth he has taken everything.

Daintily folding her hands across her lap, Joanna absently admires her husband as she waits for him to say something.

They haven't spoken further on the subject of the future, not to say her husband hasn't been taking precautions. Tywin has already had Lannisport in overhaul, taking inspiration from her stories of what she had seen in her visions, as her husband likes to call them. She didn't go into detail of the more horrific things.

Don't even get Joanna started on the environment, she doesn't want to taint her lands with pollution of the industrial era. While she would love to have the amenities that came with the advancement, she loathes the thought of killing what she now knows is her planet.

That's another thing, her new found knowledge.

That even Maester Creylen, who is one of the finest read-men in Westeros -for Tywin would approve of none but the best for a Lannister- has conceded to some of her rants, particularly in hygiene. For she may not have the expertise or experience to create the things and contraptions she remembers, but she can conspire with crafters and others that have acute knowledge of such means.

Her dear husband has taken to indulging her and she is woman enough to admit she's gonna milk all of it. She thinks it's only fitting that a man who could potentially and might even still pull heinous crimes is funding all her silly little whims, whims that improve the very lives he tormented in the name of Lannisters.

Joanna isn't blind to the fact that her husband is a ruthless man, but she can also see the greatness in him.

"So," her husband drawls, finally setting down his own, an invention her husband practically devoured her for 'coming up' with.

She takes the chance to bask in her Lord husband's incredulity as he peers up through his lashes. His golden blonde waves were cut short on the sides while having enough length to fall into his eyes if he let it.His beard trimmed and groomed like a lion's mane.

Joanna can't help shifting in her seat at the sight of his shoulders flexing as he straightens to look at her, his eyes blazing even though his tone is dry as he speaks, "Our dear king is going to be ransomed and I'll be called to deal with the mess." She can see the irritation and anger at their king, but also distant betrayal at all the snubbing Aerys has sent him.

When the king found out about Tyrion, the disgusting man dared to dismiss her Tywin as hand with the simple words of not wishing for Rhaella to become infected with whatever caused Tyrion's deformity.

She was almost tempted to pay for a Faceless man right then and there, but she knows there's careful actions that need to be made.

For there are too many key players needed to be born to ruin the timeline completely.

Standing Joanna walks up to Tywin smiling as she feels his hands immediately encompass her hips drawing her into his lap, she loves how accepting he became of her more modern ways of showing her love.

Cradling his head, "My dear lion, I know you wish to let him rot, and he deserves it." She snarls thinking of her dear friend Rhaella, probably being brutalized at this very moment.

Joanna digs her fingers into his soft hair enjoying how vulnerable he allows himself to be with her. "You know more than most, that we have to do things we wish not." Her voice is soft as she speaks, most don't know how much the Rains of Castamere dwell on his consciousness. Tywin really does hate senseless killing, but she understands how fragile Tytos's ruling has been, then with Tywin taking the mantle.

He had to show them he wasn't some green boy to be trifled with. If one house had been brave enough to rebel, then what was to stop the other's. It may have been heartless, but it stopped all thoughts of overthrowing the Lannisters.

He presses a kiss to her neck, "Is it selfish that I don't care for the realm? I just wish to keep you safe." He mutters into her throat.

"I know, and you have been." She reassures, you'd think she'd be the one waking up with night terrors of her near death.

"I'll be fine, the children will be fine," if she discreetly knocks on wood just to be safe then only she'll know, "you go be the great golden lion and show everyone why the realm has always looked to you in times of need."

"Great golden lion?" He purrs leaning back to give her a knowing smirk.

Kissing him on the nose she watches in fondness as he wrinkles his nose, "you're my lion, my fierce powerful Lio-" he cuts her off with a kiss.

She chuckles into his mouth as he lifts her onto his desk not caring for the contents on him as he swipes it away.

The sound of various objects clattering to the floor fade as he hikes her dress up, stalling in reverence as he reveals her commando sex.

"Little Minx."

The low growl he makes sends pleasure down her spine as he stares at her sprawled across his desk her legs loosely around his hips as he slowly runs his fingers across her slit before pressing his thumb against her clit.

"naughty, naughty." He tuts, slowly sinking two fingers into her while his thumb continues to rub against her.

She looks up at him, flushing at the desire that seeps out of his eyes, while he stares at her like she is prey.

"Ty-" she whimpers when he curls his finger in her, causing clamp around his hand.

"Open your eyes," she opens them not realizing she closed them, gasping at the sight of him kneeling before her.

He gives her a sultry grin, "my lady, would you like a lord's kiss?" She whines out, not being able to say anything.

"Speak up," he whispers his breath fanning her as he stops his movements.

Leaning up, she gives him a glare, "yes!" She growls bucking into his hand as he slowly pulls out.

"That's my good girl," before she processes those words she feels his mouth latch on to her. She clenched her thoughts around his head, not able to hold ij the "Fuck." That escapes her as he devours her cunt.

She arches into Tywin's mouth feeling his beard brush against her as his tongue flicks her just right.

"Momma!" Joanna jolts awake, the memory fading along with her libido as she is interrupted by the sound of her oldest son climbing onto her.

"Sandor didn't want to say anything, but tomorrow is is Nameday!" That makes her wake up further, sitting up, she can't help but look past her childish son, to look in the doow where the shy boy in question is hovering with uncertainty.

"And you needed to tell me at the hour of the wolf?" She teases watching in the moonlight as her son flushes.

"Is this true Sandor?" She asks, watching as his uncovered eyes flick to Jaime for reassurance before nodding his demeanor, making her mentally scowl, as it would be good to scare him away. Most likely scared she'll scold him for waking her up.

She feels a motherly instinct kick in, faking a yawn she leans back, "well I'm sure we will come up with something appropriate for one of my cubs." She says nonchalantly not noticing the misty wide eye of Sandor as his head snaps up.

She does catch the proud grin of Jaime as she pats the big bed, "can my two most fearsome knights come cuddle with this defenseless Lady, for she doesn't have her husband to make her feel safe." Tywin had left over a few months ago, and she still isn't sure whether to mention to him that she hasn't had her moonsblood in the same timeframe.

"You too Sandor," she says with a kind motherly voice.

Jaime, her beautiful boy, simply makes the decision for him by snatching his hand and drags the poor affection deprived child in her bed.

She slowly and gently draws him to her unoccupied side, shushing his protests in favor of softly cradling the still angry scar, "you're my son just as much as Jaime, Just as much as Tyrion. I love you, my little cub."

That breaks the ice as her wounded hound burrows into her side, his small body rocking with sobs as he whispers that he loves her as well.

Looking over to her bloodborne son she feels her heart swell at the pride in Jaime's eyes as he stares at her, "mother," he says solfy. "I'll protect him, just like I'll protect Tyrion." She feels tears prickle as she cups his cheek feeling content as Jaime lays his head down. The weight of the two boys soothing the coldness of Tywin's absence.

"I know my precious one, I know." She says, smiling when the two eventually succumbed to slumber.

Jaime

At ten and three years of age, the young lion and heir to Casterly Rock stands tall and proud behind the regal form of his mother. Jaime silently thanks the God's for letting his mother stay with them. He doesn't want to think of what would have happened if she had.

Shaking his head away from those dark thoughts. He smiles down at Tyrion who looks around in awe holding into his hand. Their mother asked him to watch out for him as she is currently busy speaking with a plain woman in commoner clothing. He loves how kind and nurturing his lady mother is. And if he can guess right, so is the enchanted woman, who seems to be staring at his mother in transfixed awe. He lets out a chuckle as Tyrion ooh's at one of the passing merchant trolleys.

Hearing a scoff Jaime glances at his petulant sister with her gold curls spun and twisted in the who is scowling as they await by the docks of Lannisport. Ships of various colors and contents spreading as far as the eye can see with their own Lannister ships among them.

He knows his twin has been bitter after he insisted on honoring their mothers wish, but he doesn't care as long as he gets to see the pride in his mothers eyes as he rambles about his silly deeds. He knows Cersei hasn't given up and he's worried about what she might try to pull. Especially with the possibility of him being brothed to the

"Look Jai' a sun flag!" The excited shout of Tyrion makes him follow the small pudgy finger which is pointing towards a ship with the Martell banner plastered across the sail. With a nervous grin he responds in kind to his brother indulging in his inquiries about the various facts he struggles to come up with about the Dornish royalty. He wonders if the second son, Oberyn, is as good with a spear as they say. He hopes he gets a chance to find out.

"Cersei," he finds amusement in the way his sister snaps out of her petulance at the attention of their mother, or at least isn't allowing her to see the inner turmoil. He's not sure and never been one for mind games. He watches as their mother crouches before Cersei, making those around look in shock, for it's rare to see a noble ever dirty their clothes by crouching. Jaime feels smug as he takes in the look of surpised fondness. 'That's right, my mother is amazing.' Feeling irrationally proud. He catches the end of his mothers words to Cersei as he reels himself back towards their conversation, "-if you don't want this i will support you my cub, your father be damned," that makes him crack a smile, only his mother could ever publicly defy their father without fear. "I'll never let you be forced into a marriage you don't want. I know you wish to be queen, but I fear-" Jaime almost steps up to comfort the fear entering his mothers eyes.

Unfortunately they're interrupted by the announcement of the Martell party. He watches as she pulls herself together caressing Cersei's cheek, saying something that seems to soothe Cersei for she nods with reluctant obedience. Jaime stands a little straighter as his mother addresses him "Jaime, that goes for you as well, don't feel like you have to go into this with a definite."

"I know mother," 'If only we were like dorne.' Then Cersei could deal with all this like she so desires.

A/n:

Don't worry I'll show you Sandor getting a nameday celebration in his pov.

So, Tywin is off dealing with the Kings capture. While Joanna deals with the alliances.

-Skip this if you don't want to read rambling and be "spoiled" on what may come-

I'm still on the edge of having Jaime Elia, because I was thinking of having him marry Olenna's daughter Mina who's age isn't known so I could make it more reasonable then a 13 year old and a 19, for Westeros it's not the worst but I just think Joanna would prefer someone more his age, purely with her more modern 'views'.

And with Elia marrying Rhaegar she can produce Rhaenys and Aegon, and I was thinking of appeasing Tywin by having either Jaimie's daughter marry aegon for Queenship, or having his spare be Prince Consort with Rhaenys.

Cersei idk, I have an idea but I'm not sure. I want her to be her destructive self and cause her family trouble like she always does. But I also think she would be more tempered with her mother still being around.

Your thoughts are appreciated, as long as it's not mean:p