Snow Ghost [Jaime Lannister]

Chapter XIII. Future Signs

Narrator POV

In the Tower room, Sansa and Princess Myrcella both knit, overseen by Myrcella's ladies-in-waiting, and Sansa's tutor, Septa Mordane.

Arya sits near the door. Her needlework is as grim as Sansa's is perfect, and her face is as plain as Sansa's is beautiful. She doesn't want to be here. While the Septa fawns over the princess, Arya quietly lays down her knitting and sneaks away.

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Lyanna POV

In the hall, I am sitting looking at my food feeling bad as if something bad going to happen. while Jaime eating, he looks at me "Why didn't you eat?"

"I want to fight like them, I miss it" smile "Not feeling hungry"

Jaime takes my bread "You can say cut the bread for me" I look at him raising my eyebrow "I saw Jon cut it for you"

"Yes"

"Open your mouth" I open my mouth, and he puts the bread in my mouth, I smile and start to eat "Why do you want to fight?"

"because, I used to wake and train" I take a sip from the wine

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Narrator POV

In Courtyard, Bran and Prince Tommen drill in the yard with padded wooden swords. The children are so heavily padded themselves that they look like they've been wrapped in featherbeds. Huffing and puffing, they thump each other under the watchful eye of Ser Rodrik Cassel.

A dozen (male) spectators call out encouragements, Robb the loudest among them. Theon Greyjoy watches with his characteristic wry contempt. Daeron watches Bran carefully and gives him orders to do while padding with Tommen.

Twenty yards from the others, Jon watches as well, seated alone on a rough wooden bench. Absorbed in the action, Jon is unaware of Arya's approach until she jumps on his back "Shouldn't you be working on your stitches?"

Arya makes a face at him "I wanted to see them fight. Why aren't you with them?"

"Bastards aren't allowed to damage princes"

Arya watches her little brother Bran whack at Tommen, almost toppling over himself in the process "I could do better than Bran. I'd knock the prince's fat head off"

Jon looks at her with mock shock. Then he takes her arm and examines it, feeling her muscle. He shakes his head "Too skinny"

Arya snatches back her arm and glares at him. He messes up her hair.

A cheer goes up from the drilling field. Bran has managed to knock Tommen over; the prince is rolling in the dust, trying to get up and failing, like a padded turtle. Bran stands at the ready with the upraised wooden sword, ready to whack him again once he regains his feet.

Daeron shouts "That's it, Bran"

The spectators laugh until Ser Rodrik ends it. He yanks the prince to his feet.

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Lyanna POV

Jaime and I head to the courtyard followed by Snow, Daeron looks at me with a smile, and I smile back. Jaime gives me advice "If you can't train you have to watch" pointing at the ground "The eye must train first you have to know your foe how to move"

I nod "But I have to study my foe history"

"Yes after the history, your eye must study his move"

"Then?"