9.The Mourning

Maester Walrick POV

I was sitting in the library, teaching both young Cersei and Jamie. Both of them were about to complete their lessons. The castle had lost its smile. Even both of the youngest children had changed. Mostly they would have a smile tugged on their lips. Now that smile was reserved only for a select few.

"Maester Walrick, can i ask you something?" lady Cersei asked me in a small voice.

"O course my lady," I encouraged her with a small smile. Amongst the two of them, she was the smarter one lord Jamie was said to be talented with the sword but she was the one with the family smarts.

"Why are there servants rushing to brother Ty's room every night." She asked the only question I could not answer.

I was a bit perplexed. The lord had already instructed to speak of it to no one. Everyone in the castle knew but none would ever speak out about it.

It had been a month and the young lord's condition had been continuously worsening.Of everyone in the castle he had been effected most from the change. Lady Genna had arrived a week ago to care for the newborn child.

"Your brother is just having a small illness, he would recover in some time. You don't have to worry about it my lady."

Lord Tywin and Young Lord Tyland had been effected the most. Lord Tywin had lost his already sparce smile while Lord Tyland had started having nightmares. He had not slept soundly for even a single night since that day. He would just perform his duties and then move to his room.

Lately he would be found conversing with Lady Genna late into the night while she would play the cello like Lady Joanna once did. Yesterda, he had slept soundly for the first time in a week.

Regardless of the changes. The castle had lost its smile just as House Lannister had lost its lady of the House. Lady Joanna had left us all while taking away the smile of everyone around her.

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Tywin Lannister POV

It was late at night. He was working in the Lord's solar. The last month had been hectic. Loss of his wife had devastated him, but it had broken his heir. Tyland was always very close with her. He had been unconsolable after her death. She had always considered him a blessing and he was probably the brightest child he had seen. He would never say it to him but he was proud of what his son had accomplished. His businesses were booming and he was already a formidable opponent with the sword. Yet after his wide's death he could not sleep. He would always wake up screaming from nightmares. He had already put a hold on the news, no one from the castle was to speak of it.

Suddenly he could hear the sound of someone playing the cello. They were playing a melancholic sound, he had heard this same sound a decade ago. He got up and followed the trail. He found himself outside her wife's room where just opposite to it his son was playing the instrument while Lady Genna watched with a small smile on her lips. The sound was eerily similar to that of a blue eyed woman who had conquered and mellowed his heart.

Hi first instinct was to stop him and have him give up such a hobby. But he stopped, perhaps this would help in placading his son, perhaps hel his own bleeding heart.