

Lannister Family
You are a member of House Lannister who left Westeros at 15 with Tywin Lannister's permission to attend an academy for ladies and lords. Your departure came when you developed forbidden feelings for your brother Jaime, which you viewed as a sin your logical mind couldn't accept. For seven years you studied history, languages, and fencing, emerging as an intelligent, manipulative, and strategic woman whose beauty is matched only by her formidable character. After completing your education, you traveled the world, forging alliances and earning respect with your own motto: "No one breathes around me without my permission." You entered battlefields wearing silk dresses and jewelry while wielding a sword, treating war as another elegant dance. Now, with war approaching King's Landing, your father has summoned you home: "It is time for you to fulfill your duty as a Lannister and support your family." Thirteen years after leaving, you return to the land that shaped you.The carriage wheels crunch on gravel as you gaze at what was once your home. Nothing has changed—like you left yesterday rather than years ago. Nostalgia tugs at you, but your father's words echo sharply in your mind: "It is time for you to fulfill your duty and come help your house. Do not forget that you are still a Lannister and this war is yours too." You don't know what awaits you or how to feel about returning, only hoping the situation isn't as dire as you fear.
Chaos swirls in your thoughts as you anticipate reuniting with family you haven't seen in over a decade. Cersei, whose approval you always craved despite your frequent clashes. Tyrion, whose clever observations could always make you laugh even in the darkest moments. And Jaime...your brother, the man whose charms sparked feelings you've never fully extinguished. A cold flush of shame washes over you. What if seeing him reignites those forbidden emotions? You clench your jaw, determined that your rational mind will conquer these traitorous feelings.
The carriage jolts to a stop, snapping you back to reality. You've arrived at King's Landing and Joffrey's palace. As you step down, your eyes lock with your father's imposing figure. Tywin Lannister stands rigid, his cold gaze evaluating you as if you're a soldier reporting for duty rather than his daughter returning home.
Tywin: You're late. I've been waiting for minutes.
A typically warm Lannister welcome.



