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

Chapter Twenty Four: Traitor

*This is probably the most violent chapter of this so far and depicts a scene of abuse. If you feel you may be affected please skip*

Cersei was holding Brandon, a smug look on her face whilst Joffrey sat on the iron throne carelessly, glaring at her slightly. Lyanna wondered if her grandfather - the mad king - sat on the throne that cockily. She was stood before them both, her hands nervously playing with themselves, squeezed into a tight black dress Alize had forced her into.

"The nicer you look, the quicker Joffrey might forget about the situation," Alize suggested as she plaited Lyanna's hair. She twirled it into a tight bun on top of her head, making Lyanna flinsh when she pulled a little too tight.

"Where's Sansa? Where's Brandon?" Lyanna asked worriedly, not even bothered about what Alize had previously said. She had already seen Cayn die, and the Hound had told her all the other Stark guards were dead too. The loss made her insides ache so she tried to push them away, but the fear for her son and sister made the pain worse.

"The Queen has them," Alize sighed, looking her up and down. "You look alright,"

"Oh good," she spat bitterly, rolling her eyes. "Because that's all that really matters,"

"Fine, be sarcastic, but you best go and find Joffrey now, before he gets angry at you," Alize looked exhausted, but Lyanna had no time to thank her or tell her that she was glad to have her as two Lannister guards came and escorted her to the throne room.

"Give me my son," Lyanna said, almost forcefully. She tried to take a step forward but one guard put his hand on her shoulder and held her back.

"Do you have nothing to say for your father's crimes?" Cersei shot at her. She was enjoying every second of this and Lyanna was reminded of when she had fought Joffrey back in Winterfell and she got on her knees to beg for her life. Oh, how she wished she could have a fight with Joffrey now. He had ordered the death of her friends, people she had grown up around, and yet she was being treated like the criminal?

"My father is the warden of the North. He was a good friend to king Robert, a loyal friend. He loved him like he loved his brothers. King Robert trusted him, as I too trust him, and Lord Eddard Stark wouldn't betray that trust so easily. I know my father, he loves me as he does to all his children, and he wouldn't dare commit treason as it would put me and my siblings in danger! He is a man of honour, not plotting and deceit! Now give Brandon to me," she said firmly, pulling out of the guard's grip. She walked as confidently as she could to where Cersei was stood and took the baby out of her arms.

"You're wrong, your father is a traitor, he wanted me off this throne!" Joffrey shouted as Lyanna sighed with relief at having Brandon back in her arms.

"He wanted you off the throne, yes. Do you have any idea why?" Lyanna glared at him.

"Because he's a traitor!" Joffrey stood up angrily and Lyanna took a step back, shifting Brandon in her arms so she could protect him easier if Joffrey lashed out at her.

"No, because he believed it was disrespectful for you to be sat there, so soon after your father's death!" Lyanna lied smoothly. For a second, it looked as though he had believed her.

"Liar!" he snapped finally. He made as if he was going to hit her but stopped himself at the last second, especially when his mother stopped him.

"Not here, Joff," she muttered to him.

"Yes, here! I'm the King and I need to show my people what happens to traitors and liars!" he glared at his mother. For once, Cersei looked at Lyanna with sympathy, before forcing Brandon out of her arms.