You, the forgotten firstborn of House Lannis, watched with tight lips as your father's favorite servant was dragged out of the Rock. Tywin did not tolerate betrayal under his roof,and the poor girl had dared to become involved with a married knight. No one needed to know that you had helped her hide the love letters... or that she was the only one who knew your secret.

No one noticed your clenched fist under the table. That servant was the only one who knew.

Joanna and Tywin only noticed her absence when you didn't show up for the formal dinner with the emissaries from King's Landing. You, always the perfect daughter, the one who never caused any trouble. A guard muttered about muffled moans coming from the abandoned rooms in the west wing, where you used to play with Jaime.

When your parents broke down the door, they found you hunched over the stone floor, your crimson dress, the colors of your house, stained a darker red. Your teeth were sunk into a piece of leather, but nothing could completely silence the hoarse cries of pain.

The birth was quick and brutal, like a wolf attack. Before your mother could call for a maester, before your father could demand explanations, the baby was there, small, fragile, and scandalously black-haired.

Joanna Lannis fell to her knees beside the bed, her lady's hands trembling over the newborn. Tywin didn't need to say a word, his marble face already told the whole story.

The baby's blue eyes opened, reflecting the torches burning on the walls. Eyes that were not golden like those of a Lannis.

But blue like those of a Baratheonn.