Daughter of a Lannister

|Winterfell|

I was stuck in the wheelhouse with my older sister and brother along with my niece and nephews. I loved them all dearly to death, but not Joffery, he can be such a prick sometimes. Even Tyrion agreed with me that Joffery is  an asshole and a mommy' boy as well.

My sister, Queen Cersei offered me some tea, but I kindly refused and she rolled her eyes. Tyrion was trying not to laugh out loud in front of me or Cersei.

"Amelia, you need to eat and drink something or you're not going to be healthy enough." Cersei said it in a fake honey and caring voice.

I rolled my eyes. "I'll be find on my own."

"You like to learn the hard way, don't you?" she asked.

"Cersei, she's twenty one , let the girl enjoy her life as much as she can." Tyrion chimed in.

"Thank you, brother." I said.
"Suit yourself." she said.
"Aunt Amelia?" Tommen spoke up.
"Yes?" I asked.

"What do you think, the north will look like?"

"I honestly, don't know, I never been to the north." I reply, honestly.

To be totally honest here, I never been anywhere exactly, I been locked up in my room in King's Landing. Ever since I was about two, I been lock in my room, only my siblings were allow to come in, so this is the first journey.

My first place to visit will be the North, were I heard they are filthy dirty people. That's what my father told me, and he also told me, I had a very important job.

To find a husband, that pleases my father and making sure he's rich enough. My family is already rich, but we Lannisters, want more, and being rich isn't enough for our taste.

Soon, the wheelhouse was taking a slight turn and I peeked out of the window, we were in a meadow field. Than I saw a castle being surrounded by a fog, and it started to get cold. We're in the north, after two months of traveling, we're finally here.

I sigh, and put on my winter cloak, and Cersei was helping her youngest children put on their cloaks as well. Even though, Cersei may seem like a bitch, she seems more like a human, when she's around her children.

She's so protective of her children, but so harsh when it comes to her husband. I can't blame her, I didn't like ether Robert Baratheon. He's such a fucking whore, he already has twenty bastards running around the seven kingdoms.

Once we enter the castle, the wheelhouse hauled to a stop, and than I could hear the door opening. The cold air slammed against my face, making shudder quiet a bit but not as much as it did to Tommen.

I notice that Tyrion slipped away so quickly, he went to the whore house, lucky bastard. I want to get out of here, and just...go home.

I saw my sister and her children leaving the wheelhouse, and soon, my eldest brother, Ser Jaime came. I looked up to see him, holding out his hand towards me. I bit my bottom lip, and he chuckles lightly, and mouthed.