Being the only daughter of the Lord of Casterly Rock meant that a lot of expectation and pressure was placed on her to look desirable.

Tytos Lannister wanted to find a good match for his daughter but it seemed no one would have her. Her wit was too sharp, her tongue too wicked at times. Like her brother Tywin, she didn’t suffer fools and it seemed not many Lords appreciated that.

In the cool breeze of the summer morning Genna and her handmaidens were prepping for the latest visit from a marriage prospect. A young Lord from the Stormlands that Genna had sworn off just by hearing his reputation.

She had always had ample curves as a girl, and as she grew older and found the pleasures of wine those curves had only grown.

“It won’t go. . .”

One of her handmaidens said softly as she tried to lace up her bodice, the girls voice was sheepish despite this being a familiar occurrence.

As they kept trying, neither Genna nor her handmaidens heard you enter.