We do not cower in fear

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Johanna stood watching as her daughter was fitted into a wedding gown that was of a pale blue colour by Lady Tyrin who had quickly made the dress from one of her own old ones. The dress was beautiful even thought it was almost four years old. 

At first it was a bit big on Mycella but Lady Tyrin was a lady of the needle and quickly made the dress fit the Princess to the inch. The blue dress fell from the Princess' shoulders in what looked to be a waterfall as the dress itself shimmered in the candlelight as Lady Stark, Sansa Stark and Arya Stark watched the woman who would soon be part of their family.

The three had some form of smile on their face but the Lady Arryn and Queen did not. Their faces were cold with no emotion, but would force a smile when the Princess would look at them.

"Is Father walking down to Lord Rob?" Mycella asks as she looks back at her mother who was talking to Lady Tyrin quietly.

Startled from their conversation the two women look at the Princess who repeats the question and the cold look on the Queen's face is clear to everyone who was in the room and she gave a curt nod.

"Yes." Johanna says simply as she turns back to Lady Tyrin and Mycella sighs as she looks back into the mirror as Lady Catelyn sighs as she steps forwards to the Princess who would soon be her daughter-by-law.

"You look beautiful, Princess" Catelyn says soothingly as she straightens the sheer sleeves of the blue gown.

"Not beautiful enough to make my mother look at me," Mycella says back to the Stark woman who bows her head "This is the most important day of my life and she cannot seem to be able to look at me."

"Fear."

Mycella frowns confused as she looks at the former Tully woman who looks up at her "Fear, she is terrified of what is to come. The Queen is famous through out the Kingdoms of her devotion to her children and her wish to protect them. She is loosing you, to a Kingdom on the other side of where she lives. She is terrified."

"She is not. She does not care for her children by the King my father. If you words were about the children she bore with Daemon Targaryen then I would believe you," Mycella replies as she looks into the mirror.

Sighing Catelyn Stark bows her head as she steps back looking at the Queen who talks quietly to the Arryn Lady who nods and walks out of the chamber as Johanna Lannister looks at her daughter before announcing "Leave us. I wish to speak with the Princess alone."

Bowing their heads Catelyn and her two daughters turn and walk out of the chamber as Princess Mycella looks at her mother who walks over to her with a small smile on her face as she looks down at her clasped hands that have a small punch between them.

"What is that mother?"

"If your husband proves... unkind-"

"Like father?"

Johanna nods as she puts the punch down the bodice of her daughter's dress as she lifts the shoulders closer together from where they used to rest on the curve of her her daughter's shoulders.

"Yes, should he prove unkind, this will save you. Put some in his wine or on his skin and you will be free," Johanna whispers to her daughter who frowns as she looks down at the pouch in her bodice "It will not harm you, it will only harm those who wish to harm you."

"What is it?"

Johanna shakes her head with a smile as she cups her daughter's forehead with a smile as she pulls back to look her daughter in the eyes.

"You shall not be harmed the way I was." Johanna smiles as she looks over her daughter's face "Oh my sweet summer child, we do not cower in fear. We stand stand and walk into the flames."


Her mother's words continue to ring in Mycella's ears as she is walked under the Gods' tree to where her groom is waiting with his own father a smile on his face as he takes her hand from the King with a nod.

Mycella turns and watches as Robert Baratheon walks over to her mother Johanna Lannister who seems to cower from her husband. When she stops to think of it her mother always seemed to do that when her father came close to her.

"We do not cower in fear," Mycella mutters to herself as she turns to look at the Septon who stands before them as she bows her head to him.

"We do not cower in fear," Mycella mutters to herself as she turns to look at the Septon who stands before them as she bows her head to him

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