A Dragon In Wolf's Clothing ~A Game of Thrones fan fiction~

Chapter Three: Lannisters

"Where's the imp?" She heard Arya hiss to Lyanna and Sansa.

"Shut up, Arya," Sansa muttered.

"Probably in a brothel," Lyanna whispered under her breath. She thought she had said it quiet enough for no one to hear but someone clearly did as a hand touched her shoulder.

She spun around to see Jaime Lannister, the kingslayer. "He probably is, you know," He smirked at her. Lyanna didn't want to trust him or talk to him. She knew the rumours about him and his suster and she didn't like the fact that he had killed the mad king, despite being in the King's Guard. If he couldn't keep his vow about protecting the king, what vow could he keep.

"Oh, I- I'm sorry, I didn't expect anyone to hear that," she apologised, looking down at her dirty boots.

He smirked, laughing slightly at her apology. "Don't worry about it," he said. "You're the bastard, aren't you?"

"One of them, I'm Lyanna Snow," she said, smiling at him. She didn't want to get on this man's bad side, but he seemed to be friendly enough with her. He seemed rather flirty, not that calling her a bastard was flirting, of course. "You're Ser Jaime Lannister, of the Kings guard, twin brother to the queen and first born son of Tywin Lannister, right?"

He chuckled at what she said. "Seems like someone knows her houses," he smirked at her and Lyanna wished she hadn't said as much. She felt like she came off as too talkative.

"I like learning the history of the houses," Lyanna confessed, feeling herself blush.

"Now tell me, Lyanna, where is the nearest brothel?" he asked, his face serious, for once.

Lyanna was stunned to hear him ask her this. Lyanna didn't have a clue how to answer, seeing as she had never been to a brothel, never mind knowing where the nearest was. "I thought the Kings Guard were meant to be celibate, but if you're looking, I'd ask someone else,"

He smiled, almost gratefully at her before turning away. "Thank you, Lyanna, I assume I will see you at the feast,"

Hew had gone before she could tell him otherwise about that night's feast, but Lyanna wasn't sure if she should admit to the fact she wasn't allowed. It made her feel belittled and worthless, the fact she couldn't attend dinner because of her blood status.

"Why were you talking to the king slayer?" She heard Arya ask her from behind her. It was only then that she realised that Prince Jeoffrey had rode in with his 'body guard' Sandor Clegane, or, 'The Hound' as people called him. She noticed staring at her, almost glaring at her. She could feel his eyes burning into hers. Lyanna wasn't sure why he was staring and she didn't feel like she wanted to know why. He probably recognised her as one of the bastards and saw her as an animal to be looked at.

"He was talking about Tyrion," Lyanna said to her sister, turning away from Jeoffrey's gaze.

"Where is the imp?" Arya inquired, grinning curiously.

"Arya, shut up!" Sansa snapped again.

Lyanna couldn't help but grin at their banter. She wished that they got on more, like Lyanna and her brothers did, but they were sisters, who could expect anything different?

As soon as the crowd had dispersed from the court yard, Lyanna headed to her room to get changed back into her training clothes. She put a old woollen shirt on and an old pair of trousers, keeping her scruffy boots on. She stopped to pet and play with Winter, trying to teach her more tricks. She was a smart wolf and caught on quickly. Winter was probably the easiest out of all of the dire wolves to train.

Lyanna decided to head down to the kitchens and get some food for her wolf before starting training again. On her way down, she saw Queen Cersei, stood outside her chambers with her daughter, Princess Myrcella. They were both very beautiful, both with Lannister blonde hair and pale skin. If Lyanna cared about looks, she would be jealous of Cersei's high cheekbones and perfect skin, but Lyanna didn't care what she looked like, as long as she wasn't filthy with mud.