The weeks before the weddings passed quickly but Joanna was not given any input into any part of the arrangements. Her dress had been designed by the finest dressmakers in Kings Landing and Cersei had made sure Margaery's dress would look simple in comparison.

But despite all the preparations Joanna couldn't help but feel nervous. Not about marriage or the bedding, both her and Loras had agreed to not consummate their marriage that night. What made her truly anxious was the thought of leaving her family. It had been agreed that following the wedding Joanna and new husband would travel to Highgarden until she gave Loras an heir and then he would return to his duties guarding the King.

Joanna had retired early the night before the wedding, desperate to get away from anyone who wasn't family. She had spent the first few hours struggling to sleep so she had a cup of wine to assist her. Luckily it had worked and within minutes she had drifted to a dreamless sleep.

Soon night had fallen on the city but the noises from outside suggested that the city was coming to life. The common people were ecstatic for this wedding as the Tyrell siblings were beloved, much more so than the Baratheon ones.

Slowly emerging from her sleep Joanna felt her bed being stirred. The covers were being lifted from her body but she was still too drowsy to protest.

It was a caress of her leg that truly woke her and she immediately sat up only to see her brother sitting on the edge of the bed, naked as his name day.

"Joffrey... What are you doing here?"

They had spent little time together since the engagements, and they certainly hadn't had time to share a bed.

Smiling her brother climbed in beside her. "Tomorrow we will both belong to another in the eyes of the law but I want you to know that you will always be mine."

Joanna reached for her brothers hand and held it tightly. "Together forever?"

"Forever and ever." He replied softly, leaning his head forward.

Their mouths met and for once Joanna led the embrace. A moan escaped both of their lips as she wrapped her arms around Joffrey's neck, her eyes closing.

Without any provoking Joanna slipped off her nightgown and Joffrey took back control, making her feel better than she had in weeks. Others may say what they were doing was disgusting and an abomination but as Joanna became one with her brother she wondered how it could be anything less than perfect. They were born as one and neither of them were truly prepared for the other to be separated.

She had seen the looks the servants would give her but they didn't bother her, nobody would believe them if they told someone. Some knew for certain, the Hound had stood guard outside of Joffrey's chambers long enough to know and hear what was happening but he had gone missing after the Blackwater Battle. Jaime knew, but considering he was guilty of the same crime and more he could be trusted. Joanna assumed that he other uncle knew, he seemed to know everything that was going on but both mother and grandfather hated him so he posed no threat. The bigger threat to her happiness was not the secret of her incest, it was that of her parents, or the lack of secrecy. Thanks to Ned Stark and her former uncle Stannis most of Westeros at least suspected that they were bastards. Though luckily he didn't know about her and Joffrey.

It was her other uncle that she had cared for more, Renly, and once she had heard of his deaths she actually cried, which she wouldn't do following Stannis's demise. It made her squirm slightly knowing that her soon-to-be husband had bedded her uncle though remembering that they actually shared no blood made her feel better.

Soon the couple lay side by side, too exhausted for Joffrey to return to his own chambers. Only a single candle lit the room but as it flickered and her view of her brother became hazy she saw his expression change.

"I don't want this to end." Joanna sighed, grieving the end of their relationship for a while.

"Aren't you tired?" He asked, spinning a finger around one of her curls.

"I don't mean right now, though that as well." Joanna sat up, not caring to cover herself. Turning to Joffrey she said: "I mean us, whatever it is that we have. Tomorrow I'll be a Tyrell and my home will be Highgarden. It may be many months until we see each other. Instead of you I will have to be with Loras. You will have Margaery in bed instead of me. What if a few years pass and you don't even love me anymore, not in the way we do now."

"Joanna..." Joffrey chuckled. "That would never happen."

Her doubts were sated only for a moment when more insecurities came pouring out.

"What if Loras is unable to do his duty as a husband? What if he can't get me with child? What if I never have a child and..."

Tears were threatening to escape her eyes as her body began to shake.

"Then I will find a reason to bring you back to Kings Landing and I will give you a child. I couldn't stand seeing you a childless old woman, you are better than that."

"You swear?"

"I promise you."

Placing a hand over her stomach Joanna lay down and faced the ceiling. As she lay next to Joffrey a great sense of nostalgia washed over her as she remembered all the times they would sneak into each other's rooms and do nothing but hold hands and sleep. The innocence of those moments had all gone but she reached out and grasped her twins hand as if they were children again. The past few months had been hard on both of them, they were forced to grow up, Joff especially, in a few days he turned from a young prince into the King, the most powerful boy in the seven kingdoms. He had changed a lot in that time, and Joanna wasn't blind to his faults, but she wouldn't judge him. The rest of the world was doing that for her.