#ladylixness

Casterly Rock was a strange place in Ramsay’s eyes. It was a rich town, richer than he’d ever seen. The warmth of the sun only added to the bizarre feel. The home of the Lannisters was much different than the North where the only heat they felt was by a fire. His hands rested against a stone rail as he looked out over the sea when he heard footsteps behind him. Not turning to see whoever had unluckily put themselves in the Bolton’s company, he spoke, “This town is far too nice. It’s distasteful.”

“—he’d be blind if he didn’t at this rate.”

“ If I may help you, milady. . . ”

Tyrion wandered the halls of Casterly Rock, not exactly in a straight line. It was 10:30 am, life in Westeros was still terrible, and wine was still plenty. So, throw all those elements into one equation, and Tyrion’s answer was that he was drunk. He wandered into his mother’s room, to check on her, and make sure that her health was alright.

“Good morning, Mother. Or, it might be somewhere in the world. Feeling alright?”

     Joanna Lannister, the lioness who stood by Tywin’s side. A Lannister       indeed, golden hair gleaming. She is beautiful, yes, in the Lannister way,       but she did not seem cruel. 

     Still, Jeyne knew not to trust to such things. She knew, now. The Freys      had not seemed like murderers, and yet her husband was d e a d. 

     She looks a drab little thing beside the Lady of Lannister, she knows.               A raindrop next to a diamond. And in her torn and tattered              clothing, the effect is only heightened. 

     “My lady.” A curtsy, though not a deep one. Her head held bowed to hide       her mother’s scar. “My mother wished me to thank you for our pardon.        You have graciously spared our lives, and for that we are most grateful.”