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From Maester Creylen’s diary:
285 AC, ninth day of the seventh moon.
Winter is in full bloom. Casterly Rock has been under snow for the past week. Only fitting that Lady Sansa, as a daughter of House Stark, would deliver her first two sons into this world in winter.
As predicted, My Lady birthed two healthy babes, sons. The births were easy as fat as twins are concerned, and the Lady too is of good health, albeit tired. Lord Lannister let the bells be rung by request of Lady Sansa. She claims that far north bells were rung to signify the birth of a noble child, and it would remind her of home. Rarely have I seen Lord Lannister indulge in anything, but it seems His Lordship is smitten with his grandsons. There has even been a faint smile.
Ser Jaime and Lady Sansa have decided to name the babes Gerion and Harlon. His Lordships younger brother Gerion is yet to return from his travels in the Reach, but he surely will be delighted to learn of this honour.
Harlon, so Lady Sansa claims, is the name of many a Stark. I personally only remember King Harlon Stark, a King of Winter of Old, who starved the Dreadfort out. Considering His Lordships fame, I personally think it a fitting name for a Lannister, although Lord Lannister seemed displeased at the notion of a Northern name. Lady Genna claimed the two names sound fitting together, and I am inclined to agree.
288 AC, two-tens-and-first day of the tenth moon.
Young Lady Joanna has come into the world on a beautiful day in the beginning of summer. Her mother is in good health – the babe is strong, too, with a stronger grip than either her brothers had. Ser Jaime had tears in his eyes. I cannot recall a time he’s ever been moved quite this much, not even when his firstborns arrived. I suspect it’s the magic of a baby daughter. Lady Genna, too, cried, especially after hearing the name. The late Lady Lannister is surely missed, although her good-daughter is doing a good job at filling in her shoes.
Lord Lannister currently resides at Crakehall overlooking a conflict between two very minor houses that Lord Crakehall has not been able to sort out alone. I have dispatched a raven, he will surely be delighted of the news.
Lord Jaime has let the bells be rung again. The smallfolk in Lannisport, so Ser Gerion says, have cheered when they heard. Lady Sansa is popular amongst the poor, even more so after opening a shelter for orphans and after the troubles of the last year.
Little Lords Gerion and Harlon have received the news of their sister well. Harlon, ever the wilder of the two, has already sworn to protect her, which moved his mother to tears. A happy family, the Heir to Casterly Rock and his wife. Happy and beautiful.
292 AC, ten-and-second day of the third moon.
Lady Sansa bore another son. This labour has been tedious, and long, but so far both babe and mother seem to be doing well. Lord Artos, named for the famed member of House Stark Artos the Implacable, Lady Sansa again chose a northern name and Ser Jaime agreed. I find it a strangely melodic name, with ancient roots. Mayhaps My Lady’s northern heritage is growing on me. There surely are fascinating stories from north of the Neck she tells her and her children. Sometimes I “accidentally” hear them as well, for I always liked to hear wether the stories from the Citadel are true or not.
Lord Lannister is pleased with the news. The bells rang again and for all to hear. Lady Genna has shown the youngest members of the household the newest addition first thing they were awake. Lady Joanna particularly seems enamoured, she spoke her entire lessons of him. I let it slide – the girl is excited, and she’s very sweet. Her brother, Lord Harlon, however, is still not progressing with his numbers, and the rush of the day has not helped. Lord Gerion has promised to help. The second in line to Casterly Rock is showing great potential and intelligence. His hunger for wisdom does certainly remind me of both his grandfather and his uncle.
Lord Tyrion sends his regards from the Capital. He’s sent the newest addition an apple tree to be planted in the Stone Garden, as he did with his other nephews and niece.