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Provide them the resources with which they can fend for themselves, so they will not badger you for that which you cannot give, settle their disputes with a firm and fair hand, deal with crime, and help those who provide for your House, but for the love of the Gods, do not take sides or you’ll have a feud or uprising on your hands. Be aware of your limitations, but be careful of their knowledge of them. It will be the difference between their tolerance or hatred of you. Is that what you were looking for, Lord Orys?

I was wondering if you could advise me on the best way to treat the smallfolk, in winter…..I’ve asked many lords, with many varying answers and well, as you are the lord of the largest amount of smallfolk, well..

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“Well enough, or I would be, were this damn winter less of a headache,” Jaime smiled down at her, this softness reserved only for his family. She had a scrutinising look upon her face, or at least, one indicative of what was as scrutinising as Joanna could be, but he didn’t let his smile waver. She was his daughter, and he’d be damned if he allowed the events of the not-so-distant past sully their reunion. Thankfully, she didn’t seem overly vindictive considering how he’d snapped at her.

Jaime kept his arms around her for as long as she would allow him, and when she stepped back, he was quick to put his hand and lack of hand behind his back, rolling down his sleeve to cover the stump as he did so. Don’t make a big deal out of it, he told himself, Just act as if there’s nothing wrong, and she mightn’t notice.

And so, it was with a (not nervous at all, nope) laugh that he sat opposite her, and spoke in a rather dry tone of voice; “Oh, yes, you were sorely missed. Who else have I to chase after when she goes wandering off around here? Tell me, how did you find King’s Landing?“

how bitter a thing // Joanna & Jaime

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“Ours entails goldsmiths aplenty, artists working with the swordsmith to design it. If it’s a custom job, it depends on what the commissioner wants. Really, you ought to watch the process. It’s quite fascinating.”

“Indeed… Art fascinates me, perhaps I shall find that aspect more.. thrilling but as of yet, I have not seen an artist work on such things, what does it entail?” 

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“While the blademaking is probably what you think of as dull, you may find the finishing to be more interesting. Have you ever seen an artist work upon a hilt, pommel and guard?”

"Possible intricacies? Please continue, Uncle Jaime…" 

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...What is it?

Forgive me, my lord, I simply sought some advice.

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Jaime had trusted in his brother to make arrangements for Joanna’s safe return to Casterly Rock. How could he not? There were few whom he readily trusted, and if he could not put this trust in his family, who could he? But then, Joanna was his daughter and yet he hadn’t had the heart or the drop in his pride enough to tell her that he’d lied to her about his injury, telling her it was a mere scratch when the accident had been serious enough to merit amputation.

Nonetheless, damn those infernal Starks, but winter was coming and this was the first set of hours he had had spare. But how was he to do any of the things he had previously enjoyed now that he could not? There was no swordsmaster discrete enough to work with him at these hours, and books? Don’t make him laugh. And so he was simply lounging in his solar, watching the flames in the grate crackle, grow, and shrink, with every stagnant move of air within the room. Not a thing could interrupt him in this one quiet moment of exhaustion. Save--

“My lord, your daughter is here to see you.”

Bollocks.

Jaime looked up, nodding that she ought to be let in without even thinking about it, though his sleeves were rolled as he lounged. His daughter entered the room and Jaime was on his feet, relief swelling in his chest and filling him up as he strode to her and swept her up in a hug. It felt good for the family to be closer to together once more. “Hello, daughter,” he greeted, his hand brushing through his little girl’s hair. “Had you a safe journey?”

how bitter a thing // Joanna & Jaime

Casterly Rock was large enough to have been visible for a good long part of the last leg of their journey. They had rested in an inn halfway from Deep Den last night, and had begun again this morning, and Jo had noted nearly two hours’ ride in that the topmost reaches of the Rock had begun to become visible, seemingly looming just past the horizon, though it was a good many hours of riding yet.

But it was only hours later, when the lion’s mouth came into view, that Joanna felt her fatigue turn to true excitement. She grinned as her guardsmen began to move from behind her to beside her as they rode into the Rock. The weariness that had pervaded them all after a fortnight of riding seemed to have vanished as they began to talk amongst themselves. Joanna simply waited atop her mount for one of them to give her a hand down; when one did, she smiled at him and took off for the closest set of stairs.

Her own chambers were far within the Rock, near the top, as were Fathers’ and Mothers’. She headed up two sets of stairs, smiling at those she saw, before she came to the winch that would take her further up. Further up she went, with stairs and winches, until she was finally near her own chambers. Then she began her hunt for Father. Where will he be? At training or in his chambers? She began her route to his solar first, letting his squire announce her before she entered.

"Father!"

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"By the Gods, can't it wait?"

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"That's how you make a basic sword, yes. But if you're so unimpressed, no-one's taught you the possible intricacies."

"Oh, so that’s how you make a sword? Sounds fairly simple to me…” 

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A lot can happen in small waters.

There’s only the need to cross a small strait to Deepwood Motte. After that, my journey would be over land.

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Oh, now, there's an idea. Do you think I ought to look into that?

Exceptionally sensible of you, Jaime. I shall — and good luck with the Lords Paramount, hm? If worst comes to worst, you’ve a heavy implement handy to strike them into behaving.

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"I'll make the necessary arrangements. You needn't worry about a thing."

"Yes. I think I will be definitely leaving."

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"Do you wish for me to make arrangements for your return?"

"I believe I have prolonged my stay in Dorne. Perhaps it is time for me to leave and return to Casterly Rock."

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Yes, yes, congratulations.

I suppose that could be a word for it. The change of seasons is rather sudden, though… and unfortunate. It does fray one’s nerves, and deplete the resources. We are lucky for the abundant crop in the Reach.

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That's what tapestries and gold are for.

Why ever not? It might brighten up the dirt walls that the place was carved out of.

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But of course, little brother, I shall henceforth defer to your better judgement.

Let me know what you decide.

[He laughed with his brother] You forget, while you were off playing swords, I was granted the honor of Lord Guardian of Shithouses for the entire Rock. Don’t question my authority on such matters.

Mm. It has been a long while since my last visit. We’ll see, I suppose.

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Yes, I'm quite sure the seas will agree with whatever Lady Mormont deems appropriate for her daughter.

As much as I wish for a new landscape, I’ve nowhere else to go. Perhaps I’ll visit my sisters living away from Bear Island, if my Lady mother allows it.

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Well, we certainly don't hang them on the walls.

Then The Rock is lucky to have a Lannister, is it not?

I do find it odd that it is the carpets that you extole above all.