Bleeding Ivory l Robb Stark

lannister pride

Joanna felt disgusted. Her hands shackled as she slumped behind The Mountain and his army. The gigantic man dismounting his horse as he gripped her dirtied hair, pulling it hard that she bit her lip so aggressively she could taste the blood.

With one powerful swing he flung her body into the wooden cage. Many prisoners looked in shock in the brutality of his force. Joanna stood up tired and beaten in the middle of square ground. Captives looking to her frightened. She smirked and she spit the blood from her lips in the Mountains face.

"That the best you can do. Even my brothers could best you." She arrogantly commented quick to receive a punch through her face. Joanna groaned in pain but she refused to fall to the ground. She was not going to show weakness - not when she was awaiting his arrival.

Joann felt the neck on her hairs rise as she saw him. Tywin Lannister arriving with great confidence. She held her chin up as she saw her grandfathers face. Dismounting from his horse he stepped forward to his granddaughter.

Raising his hand to her chin he inspected the bruising against her armour that was now dented and the blood and open cuts on her face.

"Ser Gregor, when I ordered you to bring me my granddaughter did I ever mention in harming her?" He asked coldly. Gregor taking off his helm as he looked to his master

"No your grace."

"So explain to me why her face is bloodied and bruised. The mountain didnt answer -" just glaring at the young girl. Tywin managed to smirk as he looked to Joanna

"Though I can imagine she made your travels unbearable with her quick mouth. Say something clever, go on - that's always been your weakness." His face grimaced

"Let's both just admit that even blood and bruised and fighting against you I'm still your favourite." She sarcastically commented with blood dripping over her lip. Tywin remained composed as he turned to his brother

"See that she's escorted to her chambers." He commanded. Joanna groaned in pain as the guard gripped her arm forcefully as she was dragged away. Joanna looked to the stables to see prisoners of her grandfather but one particularly stuck out. A small boy with hair cut down - she looked closer and forced her gasp not to escape she recognised the boy. That was no boy but rather a girl.

Arya, though she didnt speak her name the two girls stared in disbelief and shock to one another.

Arya seemed to have an impression on Tywin Lannister. He found her deception of portraying as a young boy in her travels resourceful. Appointing her as his new cup bearer she now had more access to his private council meetings. She placed the wine on the table but she was more focussed on listening to their discussions.

"We've underestimated the Stark boy for too long. He has a good mind for warfare, his men worship him and as long as he keeps winning in battles, they'll keep believing that he is the King in the North. You've been waiting for him to fail and he is not going to fail. So how do we stop him?" Tywin spoke to his council.

"We've been waiting too long. Perhaps well profit from some sleep." Reginald joked as he took a bite from the platter of food. Tywin looked to him unamused

"Is that what you think Reginald?" He sassed. The tension in the council room thickening

"Go to your wife then." Reginald looked uncomfortably to his Lord

"M- my wifes in Lannisport." He stated obviously

"Go. Before I change my mind and send her your head. If your name was not Lannister youd be scarping out pigs in the cooks tent. Go and bring her in!" He ordered. The door opened to reveal Joanna. She stood quietly in her gown

"Are you just going to stand there like one of your idiot brothers or do you plan on taking a seat." Tywin questioned. Joanna took a seat at the table but she and Arya couldnt help but glance to one another. Arya looked so much different since the last time she saw her but then again the last time they saw each other no one could have predicted the war between their two families.

"You girl, where are you from?" Tywin questioned Arya

"Maidenpool, my lord." She quickly answered

"And who are the lords of Maidenpool. Remind me?" Joanna bit on her lip. It was a test - one that Tywin would always play with her and Joffrey though she couldnt even deny that she was terrible at his tests. He always seemed to know exactly when and how someone would be lying to him.

"House Mooton." She answered

"And their sigil?" caught. Arya could not answer. Tywin turned to Joanna as he spoke

"She suffers the same problem as you. Tell me, what their sigil is." He asked his granddaughter

"A salmon."

"You'd think a Maidenpool girl would remember that. You're a Northerner, arent you?" Joanna looked startled. She knew that Tywin had no idea what the Stark girls looked like but that meant nothing regarding her safety.

"Good. Now one more time, where are you from?" He sternly asked

"Barrington, my lord. House Dustin. Two crossed axes beneath the crown." Arya said confidently. Joanna smirked at the young girl - astounded at how much she reminded her of Robb

"And what do they say about Robb Stark in the North?" Arya look straight into Tywins eyes - no sense of fear of intimation as she replied

"They call him the Young Wolf. They say he rides into battle on a giant direwolf. They say he can turn himself into a wolf when he wants. They say he cant be killed." She smirked. Joanna could feel the lump in her throat forming. Tywin took notice of the smirk that Joanna had plastered on her face - clear as the sky she was fuelled by love for the boy

"And do you believe them?" he turned to Joanna

"No, grandfather. Anyone can be killed." The two Lannisters stared at one another for too long. Though she didnt say it was very clear to everyone in the room whos side Joanna was on and if that meant the death of Tywin -

author's note:
so I'm finally writing again , I know this is a very short chapter but bear with me because the next chapters will be very long.
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