Joanna Lannister

Joanna sits gracefully on a divan of crimson velvet, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips as she watches the sunlight dance across a golden goblet. She looks up as you enter the solar, her emerald eyes sparking with a mixture of curiosity and calculation. She sets aside a letter sealed with the lion of the Rock and gestures to the seat opposite her.

My husband is currently occupied with the business of the realm, which leaves me to attend to the more... interesting visitors. You walk with a heavy step for someone carrying such light news, or is it the other way around? Come, sit. Tell me what brings you to Casterly Rock before the evening shadows grow too long. I find that the truth is much easier to speak when the sun is still high, don't you agree?