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Chapter 11

Jaime

I am coming to Kingslanding to take a look at the bastard you have taken in and make sure she isn't an embarrassment to the Lannister name. I shall be there in two weeks. Have her ready to see me by then.

Your father

Tywin Lannister

Jaime groaned and threw the paper into the fire. Leona was not ready to meet her grandfather. She had just learned a few days before the kind of man her grandfather was, and now she was being forced to meet the man who had her mother raped by his own guards.

He stood from the bed and began to walk out.

"Where are you headed?" Cersei asked softly.

Jaime turned back to Cersei with a soft smile. "The note was from father," he said. "He is coming to meet Leona; it would be in everyone's best interest if I prepare her for the visit as soon as possible."

"Surely speaking to your bastard can wait a few more minutes," Cersei said as she patted the bed next to her. Come back; I still need tending to as your queen."

"She's, my daughter." Jaime lied, "I have to at least try and do right by her."

Cersei sighed and lay down in the bed. "You will spoil that girl."

Jaime looked back at Cersei. "Yet another thing you and I have in common. He said before he turned and hurried out the door.

He loved Cersei. Of course, he did, but there were some things that he could never understand about her.

She loved her children. But could not understand why Jaime would be devoted to his own.

Jaime hurried to Leona's room and knocked hard on the door.

It was early yet, and Jaime was concerned that he might have woken Leona up too early, but just as he was about to leave and return later to speak to her, the door to Leona's suite opened to reveal shadowed eyes, and blonde hair that desperately needed a brush combed through it.

Jaime grimaced she hadn't been having a good night then.

"Uncle Jaime." Leona said, biting back a yawn, "Is there something I can do for you?"

Jaime hesitated for a moment before he squared, his shoulders, better to get this over with as quickly as possible. "Might I come in?"

Leona tilted her head at him looking him up and down before she stepped aside to let him in.

Jaime entered her room, taking in the red and gold colours that were hanging from every crevice.

A nearby desk had papers and books and an ink pot lay open with a quill inside, a half-finished essay was still on her desk.

"Tyrion has you busy," Jaime said idly.

"Indeed." Leona said, "He insists that I learn to write, though I had no use for writing in Dorne. Tyrion believes they'll be plenty use for the skill here in King's Landing." Her gaze sharpened as she turned to him. "With all due respect." She said, "But my father is expecting me in the library, just after breakfast today, and I was hoping for a few extra hours of sleep." Leona said, "What is it that you needed to tell me."

Jaime looked at her, seeing the circles beneath her eyes. Just now realizing that he could have waited to speak to her in the morning.

But now that he was here, it made no sense not to tell her then and there. "Your grandfather is coming to King's Landing; he wants to see you."

Leona's eyes widened, though she had never met her father before she had grown up on stories of him. Stories of the things Tywin had done." She turned away, "I have no wish to meet him."

Jaime sighed, "I know." Jaime said, "My father does not like to be denied." She said, "He may insist."

Leona crossed her arms in front of her and turned around with her back to Jaime. For a long moment, she didn't say anything. Jaime was ready to continue speaking to try and persuade her even more when Leona spoke again. "When is he coming?"

"It should take him two weeks." Jaime said, "Before he arrives at King's Landing."

Leona nodded before she walked back onto her bed. "Can we discuss this in the morning?" She asked with another yawn. "I'm tired."

Jaime nodded his head once, "Of course." He said before he turned and walked out.

Leona sat on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She'd never met Tywin. Never had any desire to meet him. She had hoped that being a supposed bastard child, Tywin would have no interest in meeting her.

Now she was expected to meet the man who had her mother raped 100 times over right in front of her father. If she closed her eyes, she could still hear her mother's screams in the middle of the night begging and pleading for the pain to stop.

How was she going to do this? How was she going to stand in front of Tywin Lannister, the most ruthless of the Lannisters, and not act like she didn't know how cruel and horrid he could be?

How could she act like she didn't want to skin change into Nis and rip his throat out?

She swallowed and turned in her bed pulling the sheets up to her chin. She had two weeks. She thought to herself. Two weeks. She could figure something out.

Besides a lot could happen in two weeks. It may turn out that the weather would force him to turn around.

Leona doubted it. It was currently summer and likely would stay summer for a few more years. Winterfell wasn't even receiving snow yet. Only in the north –The north north, where the wall was – was it cold enough for snow.

Leona closed her eyes and turned in her bed as she quietly prayed to the Seven that they would perhaps do something save death (she needn't deal with the guilt of Tywin's death) to stop Tywin from coming.

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