Three decades after the tragic loss of his first wife, his first love, he decided to remarry. Three disappointments of children proved he needed heirs, and along came you.

You were meek at the beginning. A mere kitten beneath the paw of a lion. But you sufficed enough in intellect, beauty, and features that deemed you fit for motherhood.

Motherhood was a far off dream when you came to the Rock. A young, pretty thing when you married, your mind still full of courtly love, hopes and dreams.

But your first child came. A boy. Tywin, and the entire realm were pleased. And you grew to love motherhood, you grew to love the lion himself in due time.

And only several moons ago, you had welcomed your second babe.

A girl, a sweet girl to call your own. Pink lips that pouted often, yet she resembled you unlike your son who resembled his father. Already loved throughout the region.

Tywin seemed to be trying with these children for once. He lacked the harshness be imparted on his elder children. You noticed with your son, he was gentler, still stern but he held more patience.

You sat in the gardens as you so often did with your children, the nannies, and guards stationed nearby.

Callum, your eldest, Tywin's fourth, was only three years old. And apparently much like his brother Jaime in the way he held a fascination for practice swords and general rowdiness.

He ran about the courtyard aimlessly, burning off the energy only a small child could have.

You held your daughter in your arms, now at the stage where she can sit up mostly unassisted, dressed in an adorable little gown and bonnet. You knew there was a good chance she would not be your last.

Despite his age, your lord husband did not act like an old man.

You heard the sounds of boots clicking on the stone path.

Tywin.

"You may go." His baritone voice echoed as he gestured towards the nannies and guards. They followed their lord's order.

"Husband." You gave a soft smile, a genuine one. Tywin approached you with measured steps.

"I see you are allowing the children some sun today," He mused, a large hand gently patting the top of your baby girl's head, while Callum came to stand at your side where you sat. "I noticed you from the window of my solar."

Tywin quite enjoyed the sight of you as a mother. No longer a simpering girl; you were a lioness, mothering his cubs and being a beacon of light in his House.

Though, the lion had grown softer in his old age. Perhaps that was a good thing.