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

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After an enjoyable evening in the Street of Bread, and buying enough to satisfy her own sweet tooth, as well as those of Alysanne and Alis, Weiss finally returned to the Gold Keep just before the sun kissed the horizon. It was a palace within the city sitting on the tallest hill, with high walls and a small moat surrounding the property. Should the drawbridge be raised, it should be able to withstand a siege within a siege, or serve as a place to make a final stand.

That had rarely happened, Lannisport itself was protected by a ring of mighty walls, each high and strong. With the well trained guardsmen of the City Watch, and the presence of Father’s household knights and personal men-at-arms, only a fool would dare attack the largest city in the Westerlands. That wasn’t even considering the nearby presence of Casterly Rock, and all of the knights that Tywin Lannister could raise with the simple ring of a bell, or a letter by raven. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry, so Weiss manipulated Ser Tylan into informing Father about the rare Ironborn sightings.

“Did you enjoy your outing with your Father?” Mother was in the middle of combing Weiss’ long, white hair. It was comforting, having the same features she had in her last life, same eyes, hair and facial features. Though, Weiss did have to admit that she missed the scar that the Arma Gigas gave her over her left eye. It made her look tough, intimidating, and was the only imperfection that she allowed on her face. Seeing Jacque’s reaction to the scar made the pain worth it.

“It was lovely.” Weiss chirped. Having a Mother that was actually present and not spending her time in the bottom of a bottle was nice and comforting, even if she did look exactly like Willow. “Though, I do wish the docks smelled like the apple cakes Father bought me, and not rotting fish.”

Mother hummed as she continued running the expensive Myrish comb through Weiss’ silky hair. They were in the young heiress’ room, the only light coming from the fireplace and the various candles that were specifically placed around the room to get the most out of them. “The docks are the lifeblood of Lannisport, Sweetling, but I am also tired of that rotting stench. Still, you should be thankful Lannisport doesn’t smell like Kings Landing, or Hull.”

As a Velayron, Mother grew up in Castle Driftmark near the Narrow Sea on the other side of Westeros. Hull was the largest town that sat on the island of Driftmark, and had been her Mother’s home until her marriage to Father. It was an arranged marriage, likely to gain House Velayeon’s history into the Lannister line, even if they weren’t as rich or powerful as they had been under the Sea Snake or the Oakenfist. Members of House Velayron had married into the royal family under Targaryen rule, and had been dragon riders before the fearsome beast became extinct. That was such a shame, Weiss would’ve liked to have been able to see a dragon that wasn’t a creature of Grimm. Admittedly, almost anyone would, they were magnificent beasts, from all accounts.

“Do you miss Driftmark, Mother?” Weiss asked, changing the conversation. Lord Monford Velayron was Weiss’ uncle, not that she had ever met the man. Everything that she knew about him came from the stories Mother would share, and that he had the same shade of hair as they did, albeit with the purple eyes of a Valyrian.

“I used to, back when I was first married to your Father.” Mother admitted. She finished combing Weiss’ hair, allowing the now younger girl to turn her head to look at her Mother. Ceria Lannister was still pretty, she had given birth to Weiss at a young age, far younger than a woman from Remnant would. “My home was in the Narrow Sea, it was all I had ever known.”

“What changed?” Weiss continued as Mother cupped her cheek with a soft hand. Her skin was cool to the touch, yet it felt warm at the same time, and loving. She hoped Willow and Whitley managed to get to safety, before she fell in battle.