So a random plot bunny, Mordred raised by Tywin Lannister, and all the...horror that would follow such a partnership.

Enjoy!

Tywin Lannister rode his horse hard as he drove the loyal beast on in the single minded desire to make it back to Casterly Rock in time to be present for his first child's birth.

In truth, he did not care if the child was a boy or a girl, he just wanted them to be healthy and for his beloved Joanna to recover quickly from the trials of giving birth. He was a harsh man, yes, ruthless even, but he would admit that when it came to his family...they were to the last the chink in his armor.

He loved them all, Kevan his ever loyal brother and self appointed second in command, Genna his poor sister saddled with that idiot Frey thanks to their even more idiotic father, and even Gerion and Tygett held a place in his heart despite how much they had tried to distance themselves from their elder brother and his ambitions.

Tywin could never let that love be known, shown, or even acknowledged though, his father had proven that rather early on.

Love was seen as a sign of weakness, it was as simple as that.

So when he rode through the open gates of The Rock he practically flung himself from the saddle as he followed the arriving servant without word, desperate to see his wife and their child as the summer rains beat down upon him.

Eventually entering the keep proper he followed the servant to his Lady wife's door and took in a deep breath before pushing it open and the sight before him caused his stone like continence to shatter as a smile crawled across his lips.

His beautiful Joanna was holding a tiny bundle in her arms, singing quietly as she turned to meet her beloved husband's gaze, and grinned openly towards him.

"My lord, you made good time."

Tywin smirked in return, "I had motivational reasons to be in a rather fitting hurry my lady."

Joanna giggled at that as she nodded, "Of that I am sure. Would you like to meet our daughter?"

Tywin did not feel a prick of disdain at fathering a daughter before a son, she was still a Lannister, that was all that counted after all.

"Of course, my beloved."

Taking the small bundle into his arms Tywin eventually smiled as the new born girl grasped onto his forefinger and he could not but help speaking out, "What is her name, my dear?"

His exhausted yet pleased wife replied in a quiet tone, "She is Mordred Lannister, first of her name."

In a moment of cold clarity staring down at the child in his hands Tywin Lannister realized something that many would never grasp.

Mordred was the first of her name.

She was also most certainly not the last.

"Mordred," he whispered grinning slightly, "What wonders will you bring to our world? Hmm?"

The little blonde girl with glittering green eyes only laughed in response, which just had Tywin shrug slightly.

After all, only time would tell.

Internally the adorable newborn was seething as one thought ran through her mind.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SWORD AND WHY THE HELL AM I SO TINY?!"

There was no answer, but there was most certainly more swearing.