It was a long road but finally, Genna Lannister and her husband, Emmon Frey, arrived to Casterly Rock. That year, she travelled extensively between the Rock and the Twins, as Walder Frey was ill, having caught a pox from a whore. While Emmon was the second son of Lord Frey, his ambitious wife enabled him to try and vie for the position of Lord of the Crossing in the eventuality of his father's death. For this, they moved to the Riverlands castle and she had Emmon play the role of devoted son, so that his brother Stevron's status decrease in Walder's eyes. The Twins was a viper's nest, with brothers betraying brothers, bastards vying for recognition and sisters sabotaging sisters. The game! Genna was already a skilled player but her time at the Twins enhanced her abilities tremendously.

She, Emmon and their four sons entered the great hall. There, Tywin, Kevan, his wife Dorna Swyft, Gerion and Tyrion awaited her. A huge woman with blond hair and an angry expression on her face, wearing a red dress embroidered with a golden lion and a grey cloak with a blue bridge over it, Lady Genna hugged her brothers, her sister-in-law and her nephew:

"Finally, I am home! So tired of travelling!"

"Rest, sister. Let's have dinner together!"

At the dinner, Genna started to tell about her time at the Twins in her ironic manner:

"So, Emm here washed that father of his daily! In my entire life I never saw a man shitting so much! So imagine my poor husband having to deal with that every day for almost a year!"

Emmon Frey was clearly insulted but he smiled diplomatically:

"Well, he is my father. He must have a responsible son with him in his time of need."

"Indeed, because Lord Walder has so few sons…"

Gerion's jape was met with laughter from Genna and Tyrion while Tywin stood serious.

"Well, Lord Walder's health issues are saddening, to be sure, but I believe that at dinner, we should discuss other things."

"Indeed, my lord!"

Dorna Swyft was glad that the discussion about shit was over. She was happy at Casterly Rock with her husband and children, but she never was comfortable in the presence of Gerion or Genna.

"Fine, fine! After we eat, I brought gifts for you!"

Knowing his aunt, the gifts were probably strange and unconventional, bordering on disgusting sometimes. Tyrion couldn't wait for them.

"So, I heard that you want to leave for Valyria, Gerion?"

"Yes. I want to recover Brightroar."

"Well, I wish you all the luck in the world, brother! See, Emm, this is courage! When will you do something like this?"

"My love, House Frey doesn't possess a Valyrian steel sword so the need for such an expedition is quite null."

"Of course House Frey hasn't a Valyrian sword, because you are worthless. Sometimes, I curse my father for tying us together."

"Honey, I know that you are tired and quite upset, but there is no need for us to argue, especially in front of the children and your brothers."

The others, except Tywin and Dorna laughed. Even Kevan giggled a little. Emmon Frey was a nervous wreck but he genuinely cared about his wife, the mother of his children. Well, some people say that she is not the mother of his children but the mother of someone else's children but those people are liars who deserve to die slowly and painfully in the bowels of Casterly Rock's dungeons.

"Now, it's time for gifts!"

Emmon brought several boxes into the great hall. He was scolded by his wife when he wanted to present Tywin with one of them himself:

"Ladies first, Emm!"

"Sorry, my dove!"

Genna gave Tywin a box. He opened it and found a beautiful red doublet with lion models and golden buttons and matching pants.

"Thank you, sister!"

"Here, Gerion."

Gerion's gift was one he needed the most in his following journey. It was as if his sister knew about his intentions. It was a far-eye, with a Myrish lens and a long, red handle.

"Thank you, I really needed this!"

"Make sure you will look only towards the stars not towards Essosi cunts!"

They laughed, well except Tywin and Dorna…

"Of course, I didn't forget my sweet niece, Joy!"

Little Joy was happy after she saw the box containing a beautiful doll with blond hair and blue eyes.

"She looks like you. But of course, you are much prettier. She is so beautiful, Gerion!"

"Thank you, sister. Your sons are good looking too! Especially little Walder!"

The young boy smiled towards his uncle.

"I'm telling you, Gery, I always wanted a daughter, small and pretty just like a doll, like yours!"

"And? You are still young, sister, you and Emmon should get busy!"

"Hah! Emm barely can raise his fork to his mouth to eat. So he lacks the necessary power to give me another child!"

Emmon Frey frowned:

"But, little bird, I gave you four beautiful and strong sons! You can't say I am unskilled in that department."

Tywin decided to change the subject:

"Well, it's your decision if you want another child. And if the gods decide to give you a daughter, I would care very much about my trueborn niece."

"How so, brother? You tell me you will care about Genna's daughter because she is trueborn? So my Joy doesn't deserve love because me and her mother weren't married?"

"I didn't say that, Gerion. Joy is still my niece due to your blood in her veins, Lannister blood. A lion is still a lion, no matter the name. And the fact that I allowed you to raise her here is proof to that."

"How open-minded of you, father. What if the lion is a dwarf? You would care for him too?"

"I am not going to discuss this further. Genna, you said you have more gifts?"

"Yes, what about my gift?"

Tyrion smiled at his aunt, who reciprocated it.

"For you, I have something you will surely enjoy. Dornish Dreams amidst Northern Storms by Derek Martell! A must-read for every young lord. It gives you some insight about what women really need in bed!"

Prince Derek Martell was the thirdborn son of a ruling princess of Dorne. A free spirit and a womanizer, Derek fell in love with a daughter of Lord Ragnar Glover of Deepwood Motte and married her when he was only 17. The next twenty years of marriage were tumultuous as both spouses cheated one on another but in the end, they remained together. A few years after the death of his wife, Prince Derek wrote a poetry book in which he described, in a funny and lecherous manner, his entire marriage with Lady Glover.

Tywin sighed:

"Poetry, how foolish. Instead of giving him books of poetry, you should give him books about proper conduct."

"He behaves quite right, in my opinion. Now, my dear sister, a gift for you too!"

Dorna opened her present, a beautifully crafted tiara with a jewel on top. Gerion and his nephew smirked. The tiara made Dorna look like a rooster. Of course, Kevan Lannister was blind to this, as he was too absorbed with admiring his wife's beauty.

"You look good, Aunt Dorna."

"Thank you, Tyrion!"

"Just good? She looks like the Maid made flesh!"

"Or the Crone…"

Gerion's joke was too much for Kevan who left the dinner with his wife. Genna, Gerion and Tyrion laughed while Emmon and his children maintained their composure. Tywin was angry:

"Again, you ruined a family moment with your japing. You dishonor the dinner table, you dishonor your brother and your good-sister, you dishonor everything we Lannisters stand for!"

"Well, then excuse me, brother, I will leave before you accuse me I dishonored the moon itself."

He took Joy with him and left the dining table.

"You enable him to be rebellious and immature, Genna, like you are doing with Tyrion."

"Gery is a big boy, he knows how to be rebellious and immature without me teaching him that. As for Tyrion, you have no idea what are you talking about, brother!"

"Come again?"

"Out of your three children, none resembles you so much as this one over here, the one you continue to abuse! Just because you can't get over the fact that your wife died giving birth to him, something that can happen to everyone, no matter if that one is a lion or a dragon or even a kraken! Tyrion is your son, not Jaime, he is the son that is exactly as you, intelligent, driven, ambitious!"

Tywin was white as milk. He was so angry that Tyrion was afraid he will hit Genna. Instead, he spoke in a very soft voice:

"Leave!"

All of them left the dining room, leaving only Tywin who pondered, thinking about the cheek his sister had, confronting him like that.

Tyrion was happy, for the first time in a long time. Aunt Genna always was nice to him and defended him from his father. Tyrion appreciated this. After dinner, they walked through the beautiful godswood of Casterly Rock, the Stone Garden, a very relaxing place. There, a statue of House Lannister's founder, the one known as Lann the Clever, diligently guarded the small park. Tyrion loved this place of the Rock, near as much as the library.

"Aunt Genna, I want to ask you a favor."

"Tell me, sweetling!"

"You know Uncle Gerion wants to leave for Valyria in a few days. I want to go with him."

His aunt's face darkened.

"You know what they say about Valyria… The doom still envelopes the cursed city. I don't want anything to happen to you, or to Gerion. If you ask me, this expedition is a fool's errand, but I know I can't convince him to stay. But I will never let you risk your life like this!"

"What life, Aunt? The one I live here at Casterly Rock is not life, amidst people that hate me. And if Gerion leaves, nobody will be here for me. You will leave soon with Emmon and my cousins for the Twins. Kevan and Dorna are good with me but they would never defend me in front of father and you know it. Just look at what happen at the dinner! You stood for me in front of father, and now he will never forgive you!"

"Well, you can't shit in the man's taste, can you? Kevan married that prude because she is like him. As for your father, he would probably wouldn't speak with me for a year, but not forever."

"That's a huge problem, because I needed you to talk him into allowing me to go with Gerion."

"Well, I rather want to talk you out of it but… I don't know, sweetling."

"Please, Aunt, try something."

"Ugh… Those problems here make the last year at the Twins seem like a vacation. Fine, I will try something."

"Thank you!"

"Do you know the story of Lann the Clever?"

"Of course!"

"Well, he tricked Lord Casterly into marrying his daughter with him, so I suppose I can try to trick your father, in a way."