A Song of Weiss and Fire (RWBY/Game of Thrones)

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There were plenty of pros and cons when it came to being a Lannister, in Weiss’ humble opinion. The Lannisters of Casterly Rock were one of the greatest houses in all of the Seven Kingdoms, just being a member of a cadet branch allowed Weiss plenty of privileges, especially since her family ruled as Lords of Lannisport. Weiss' new last name would ensure that other lords and ladies show her due respect, even if their own power rivaled that of the Lannisters of Lannisport. The Queen was Lord Tywin’s daughter, and Prince Joffrey would soon rule the Seven Kingdoms after King Robert passed away.

And the Gold Keep was a fine place to live in, complete with all the luxuries that Weiss was used to as a Schnee, except in a much archaic style. She missed having a scroll to watch television on, and electricity. Yet, she was a prisoner in her own lands, with all of her rights and decision making being in the hands of her parents, more specifically, her Father. So a simple trip down into the city proper, would be no simple matter, not with a Lannister and their ego in charge. Not that Weiss had any reason to complain, she knew that people here and in her past life would consider her arrogant, but that would just be scratching the surface of her personality, which she kept well hidden. Still, it could’ve been a lot worse. She could’ve been born to a smallfolk family, and from what she’d heard her parents talking about, well, that would not have ended well for her.

“Are you excited my lady?” Alysanne Lefford asked, turning her dark green eyes away from the opening in their carriage. Weiss’ companion, or handmaid, was the heiress to the Gold Tooth, and was older by two name days. She arrived a year ago, to become friends or something. Weiss found the concept charming, and somewhat clever; get kids of the same social strata interacting with one another from a young age, and it would smooth relationships down the line.

“Of course.” Weiss gave her a small smile, she was long used to hiding her actual emotions. Still, Alysanne was nice, friendly even. “I was hoping we would be able to pass by a bakery, and see what treats we could find.”

“I hear that the apples from the Reach are the sweetest this season.” Alis Peckledon added, she was Weiss’ other lady-in-waiting. She came from a minor, knightly family from the lands near Crakehall, and was sent to Lannisport shortly after her brother was born, probably to eventually gain the attention of a Lannister from the Rock. “I can smell the apple cakes already.” She sighed at that, her eyes turning foggy. Whether from homesickness, or something else, was uncertain.

“Apple cakes do sound delicious.” Weiss giggled. It was hard work, pretending to be a little girl, and hiding the fact that she was actually a battle hardened warrior. Though on the other hand, getting a chance at relaxing somewhat was appealing. Weiss had been through a lot in her short previous life, after all, watching all of her friends die before she followed them.

The white haired Lannister looked out the window, pulling back the curtain that hid them from the world. One of her Father’s knights was riding alongside in shining red and gold armor without a helmet, Ser Tylan Lannett, if Weiss remembered correctly. He was an older man, the blonde hair on his side whiskers now turning a strange shade of gray.

“My Lady.” Ser Tylan gave her a curt nod. He kept his gaze aimed forward, but that didn’t stop him from forming a kind smile, hidden from the dozens of mounted men-at-arms that rode behind the wheelhouse. Weiss felt the numbers were a bit excessive, but to be honest, an overprotective father wasn’t as bad as a neglectful one by far.

“Ser Tylan.” Weiss returned the smile. “Could you please ask my Father if we could get some apple cakes before we return to the castle?” That would be hours from now, considering they weren’t even halfway to the docks, but asking now to prepare for later wouldn’t hurt. Plus, after a day in the hot sun around the docks, some apple cakes would be what a ‘normal’ kid her age would order. Also what she would’ve ordered back home, she had a sweet tooth.