After the gold rush shook off the gold dust (джен)

In a kinder world, Tywin Lannister would be wedding his lucky bride in full view of the glittering and hushed court, afforded every honor due to the favor he has gained from the Targaryens at such a young age.
Well, this is not a kinder world, and in this world, Lann the Clever’s golden threads unspooled a different way, leading down a winding crevice, into the dark. Into Ellyn Reyne’s womb, where, most treacherously, a seed of Tion Lannister’s took root before he died in battle at the Wendwater, during the latest Blackfyre Rebellion, a youth of eighteen. But eighteen is old enough to breed, and so he did.
The Lannisters might have been well rid of Ellyn, the grasping bitch, but she had the audacity to get with child, and one can assume that while dear Jeyne prayed her hardest for her goodsister to miscarry the babe, and perhaps contemplated slipping her some moon tea, Ellyn’s belly grew with every month following Tion’s death. Six months later, she gave birth to a daughter, who, once she’d recovered from the disappointment of a girl, she promptly named Rohanne.