joanna will do anything to ensure the survival of her house. but even she is losing her grip on her children; tyrion has gone, her husband is dead, her her beautiful golden twins are at each other’s throats half the time. her grandchildren are all dead. all of them undeserving of such a fate. she has clearly been away from the capitol for far too long; but cersei seems to have removed the problem of the high sparrow and his zealots which is one less to worry about.
she will not make the mistake of leaving the captiol again. not now. jaime and cersei are all she has left in the hellscape unfolding around them and she will ensure they survive. as much as she loathes king’s landing and has since she was a lady to the targaryen queen.
“things are worse than i imagined.” joanna lannister remarks as she turns away from the balcony that oversees the bay. if she must be in the castle she prefers these views, not the ones of the stinking, writhing city. a restless city. she moves to pour two goblets of wine the servants have left on her solar table, drumming her fingers along the fine golden metal.
“but they will kneel and they will be reminded who they bow to.” she holds out a glass to little lioness. “we do not entertain the cries of sheep, much less pretend dragons or cowardly wolves.”