Daughter of a Lannister

|Are You A Stark or Lannister?|

Around mid afternoon, I saw large tents, mostly red, and I saw my House's sigils, I quickly rode in.

Until a group of soldiers surrounded me, they pointed their spears, arrows and swords at me. I held my head up. They think.

I'm a Stark, because of my grey/white clothing, yet have you seen a Stark with blonde hair and green eyes?

"Speak, what business do you have here, Lady Catelyn Stark." one of them said.
"Do I sound like that Tully bitch to you, Ser?" I asked harshly.
"...Lady Lannister? Is that you?"

I removed my hood, and I let my hair showed, and the soldiers immediately retreated their weapons. And bowed at me.

"Forgive us, Lady Amelia, we didn't mean to threaten you."
"It's quit alright, now take me to my father."
"Yes, my lady."

I enter the tent, and I rushed over to my father.

"Father!"
"Amelia, careful now."
"Sorry, about that father."
"Did you forget someone?" another voice asked.
"Tyrion!"

I gave him a big old bear hug, and he was wheezing out the words; I can't breathe. And I said.

"Sorry, but I'm glad to see you're okay."
"Me too, death is so boring in this time."
"Yes, it is."
"So, tell me how are you and that Stark boy doing?" my father asked.
"Um, good, his mother hates me, she thinks I'm the one who hurt Bran. Which I didn't."

"I know you didn't," he reassure me.
"Lady Stark thinks every Lannister wants to hurt her children, yet she let her eldest son marry one." Tyrion drank his wine.

I could see concern growing on my father's face, he's now regretting it.I took my goblet and sip the wine, that made me feel like home.

Wine that came from Casterly Rock. I set it down and stared at my father. Tyrion got up and poured me some wine, and I showed him a smile.

Than, my father got up, and looked at us.

Whenever he looked at us like that as children that ether meant, we were trouble. Or we were getting something more serious.

"The alliance is over." he said firmly.
"What alliance?" Tyrion asked stupidly.

"I ...was wed to Lord Robb Stark, as part as an alliance, to back us up in war...." I explain to him.

"Which doesn't work now, because the Starks are now going to be fighting us." Tyrion filled the rest of the holes.

"Your marriage to the Stark boy is over." my father said firmly.

"...What?!..." I exclaim.

"There's no point in staying marry to the enemy."

"But, I can be your spy, I can send you important info." I felt guilty about saying that. My father must've picked it up from the sound of my voice and Tyrion interjected.

"She has a point, father."

"Your marriage will be annulled, but we won't let the Starks hear about it, when you arrive at King's Landing. Your new husband will be waiting." father explained to me.

"New husband?! No, father I don't want to marry again." I complain.

"You will do as you are told, Amelia."

"But—" I was interrupted.
"No buts, now go change out of that grey."
"And what if I refused to?"
"You're going to marry the lord, rather you like it or not."

"Who am I going to marry anyway?"
"He's a member of House Blackwood."
"Blackwood? From the Riverlands?"

"Now, go to your tent."
"Yes...father." I crusty and just as I was about to exit my father spoke again.
"Tell me something, Amelia."
"Huh?"
"Are you a Stark or Lannister?"
"I'm a Lannister, by blood."
"Then don't act like a Stark."
"Yes, father, I'll remember."

I exited the tent and once I got into my tent, I closed the curtains.

Of course, I'm a Lannister, I have the hair and eyes, and yet my father had the nerve to asked me if I'm a Stark or Lannister.

I mean, Robb's family and how he acts grew on me, I need to stop acting like them and act like a Lannister.

I stare at my new necklace, it had a direwolf on it, than I looked at my Lannister necklace.

Must I really decided? Can't I just be both? Who am I more loyal to?

By tomorrow I have to decided, ether stay loyal to the Starks or my family. Why does this have to be so hard?