Joella Lannister was born at midnight on a summer's night, with a full moon so bright that it filled every room in Casterly Rock without even having to light a candle. She was the third born and second daughter to Lord Tywin and Lady Joanna Lannister.

Joanna looked down at the tiny baby girl that she held in her arms and she smiled with so much joy. She could tell that this child was smaller than either of her twins when they were born, but the masters said that she was perfectly healthy.

Her husband Tywin looked down at the child in his wife's arm too. He had been hoping for a son, just in case that his heir, Jaime, who was two months at the time Joanna became with child again, had died. But his wife and he were still young, and there was more time to have more children. So another daughter wasn't the worst thing at the time. When she was old enough, she would be married and help secure the Lannister name.

In the early years of her life she was known as a troublemaker, who would only listen to her mother, father, and older brother. Her sister, Cersei wasn't always happy with her present in the world, where Jaime loved his sister with all his heart. Not the way he did Cersei, but just as strong. She was as kind as she was fiery, but her mother saw her as perfect no matter what.

Tywin soon found out that when his youngest daughter grow up, she was going to be hard to control. He had his wife and countless handmaidens to try and claim her fire, but even at the age of five it was impossible. But there had been two times where his little Joella had been able to make him smile, which was something that rarely happened even when he was alone with his wife, whom he love more than anything.

There was one other thing that displeased him about his daughter, when Joella sixth name day came, she ran into her parent chamber and demanded that Tywin give her a sword, just as he did Jaime when he turned six.

"No," was all he said, but that wasn't an answer.

"But father," she said, " No one would have to know, you could get a sellsword to teach me or my uncle," when she said that they both knew she meet her Uncle Gerion. Gerion was her favorite uncle, Jaime's too. He showed her all kinds of tricks.

"The answer is still no," Tywin said "You are to be a lady and if word get out that you can hold a sword then you will never wed." Joella didn't even bother to ask why she had to marry. She tried to ask her mother and sister, but it didn't help. Asking her father that question was a death sentence. But Joella was more stubborn that anyone liked.

" Jaime already showed me how to do half the things he know, he says I'm almost as good as him!" she said and then noticed she probably got her brother in trouble. Her and Jaime always got in trouble together. She and Jaime had always gone jumping off the cliff of Casterly Rock and when the father found out at the hands of Cersei, he yelled them for be fools. Joanna didn't say anything about it but she gave them disapproving looks.

"Oh has he?" Tywin asked, looking back to Joella, who was feeling small looking up to her towering father, "All just how long has your brother been teaching you these things?" Joella bite her lip and looked down at her feet.

"A fortnight," that was a lie Jaime had been teaching her for seven moons. But she knew better than to tell her father that. She looked at her father once more.

"Father if you let me hold a sword, then I'll never ask for anything else I swear," she said, "Every and anything I do will be as you say, and for the betterment of our family," And the one thing he liked most about his daughter she already had an idea on how the game worked.

After the promise flowed in the air of a minute Tywin though. His daughter was always going to do an he said but he know if he had something to hold against her so she wouldn't fight him on any level it would make his life so much easier. But if the master of arm ever told anyone… But then again the Rains of Castamere could be played for anyone. Tywin looked at his tiny daughter.

"You will train with your brother once a week. You will tell no one, your mother, your sister, no one. And if you do this you will never argue with a decision I make for you or you will never hold a sword, I'm I clear?" her father asked. Joella nodded and looked her father in the eyes.

"Good," he said, turning around, "You will stare in a fortnight, now go to your chambers." Joella never smiled so big in her life and she ran to her room in glee.

On night when she was eight years old, she would recall walking around at Casterly Rock, a short break from King's Landing, where her father served as Hand of the King. She would remember walking into Jamie's room. What she saw made her feel sick and she ran to find her mother. She would remember her mother, her pregnant belly, where she carried Joella's new baby brother or sister. She would remember Joanna scolding Jaime and Cersei. And before everyone went to bed that night she would look at her brother and sister and said

"Please don't do something like that again. I don't want you to get in trouble with someone or worse," she paused and the two older Lannister sibling looked at her, "Father." and with that she left, and in the morning Jamie was moved to the other end of the Rock.

A few days later she would remember walking with her mother, when Joanna let out horrible cry. Joella was scared as her mother fell to the ground in pain. Servants came and rushed over to help the lady Lannister to where she would give birth.

Little Joella followed them and once her mother was in her bed waiting to give birth, the little girl climbed up the bed and sat next to her mother.

"Mama?" the little girl asked with a fear for her mother, "What's wrong?" Joanna smiled at her daughter's worry for her.

"I'm going to bring your little brother or sister into the world," she said to her daughter sweetly, her hand brushing a few gold lock from her face revealing her daughter beautiful green eyes.

"I want to stay with you," Joella said. As she said this she was picked up by someone. She turned to see her father, his face showed no emotion like it always did. She looked at her father and he said

"You will not. You are going to stay with your sister until your mother has this child," Tywin said coldly and started to walking to leave. Joella looked over her father's shoulder and call

"I love you Mama," her mother call back

"I love you as well."

As Tywin put Joella down and took her hand and walked down the hall to his oldest daughter's room, Joella looked at her father and saw that he was holding her hand. It was a rare thing for him to do even when she was younger, so she took full advantage, she gripped his hand tight and leaned on him. Tywin made grunting sound, but said nothing.

When they arrived Tywin pushed the door open and found his twins, who looked up at him. Joanna had don't told Tywin the detail behind Jaime punishment so he didn't care that they were together. But Joella looked disappointed with them.

Tywin let go of her hand and said to all of them.

"Stay here," and with that he left. Joella looked at her sibling and they looked at her.

"What's going on?" Jamie asked.

"Mother's having the baby," Joella said.

"Now?" her Cersei asked, Joella nodded.

Hours passed and somehow, some way, Joella found herself sitting with her back to her sister as Cersei braided her hair in a Southern style.

"You need to stare looking like a lady of Casterly Rock," Cersei said as her fingers worked. Now Cersei didn't like that her younger sister was pretty or sometime Jaime pick Joella over her, but she didn't hate her sister.

"You don't always look like a lady," Joella said think of all the time Cersei and Jaime would pretend to be one and other.

"That different, besides you may be young, but soon father will start looking for your match,"

"What about you?" Jaime asked, sitting in front of both his sister with his arms crossed.

"Father already made it," Cersei said not looking away from her work. Joella chuckled.

"Nothing promised though, there is a chance you won't marry the prince," Joella said.

"I will marry the prince!" Cersei snapped before clamming down, "Father promised me."

Soon they heard a cry the ripped through the air in all of the castle. The three children looked at the door.

"Mama?" Joella whispered. Jamie looked at the worry on both his sisters' faces.

"I'm sure she fine," he said, trying to reassure them. The two girls looked at him, not sure if what he said was right.

Hours past and the three little lion cub waited. Joella folded her little hands and prayed to the Seven to keep her mother when nightfall came, Tywin stormed into the room. His children looked at him.

"Your mother is dead," he said with no emotion. Four words made their world stop. Cersei ran out of the room with tears in her eyes. Joella did all in her power to not cry as she asked her father,

"What of the baby?" Tywin gave her a look that made her cower just a bit.

"Your brother is a horrible dwarf, sent by the gods to teach me humility," Tywin said coldly. Jamie looked up at his father for the first time since he told him about their mother.

"What is his name?" he asked, wanting to know about his sibling.

"Tyrion," their father spat before turning, "Both you go to bed," he told them. Once the door was close Joella cried for her mother, and Jamie held her. How could her mother be gone? Wasn't just this morning they walked along the beach, as Joella told her mother that story where better when lady save the day instead of men?

She didn't blame her new brother, of course. She understood that women die in childbirth. But she knew that her father and sister would never care. They were too hateful. Too cold. That left her and Jamie to love him. And Joella promised she would love her brother in place of her mother. She knew that her mother would have loved just the same as she had loved Joella and he siblings. Joella was going to see her new brother, but first she had to do something.

She left Jamie and told him she was going to bed. She looked around the hall for a while before she came to her destination. Joella pushed the door open and she saw her mother's dead body. Her mother was pale and she looked to be asleep. Joella came closer and took her mother's hand. Her skin was colder than ice. One finale tear ran down her face and she whispered,

" I will miss you Mama. I love you," She then turned and ran away from the source of her pain.

It took Joella a very long time to find her brother's nursery. Tywin had put in a place where no one would see much of him. She pushed the door open and closed it behind her. She saw that the wet nurse was fast asleep in a rocking chair in the corner.

Joella got closer to the crib she was a bit short, so she need a step up. Once she could see in the cradle, she saw that her brother was covered up by a white thin blanket. She pulled it back slowly thinking she see a monster, but she didn't. She saw a little baby. Yes his head was a bit large and his limb a tad small, but this was a baby. Her baby brother.

"Hello Tyrion," she said quitely as her brother grasped her finger in his sleep. " I'm Joella your sister, and I will love you forever.I Promise."