Daughter of a Lannister

|Preparing|

(Amelia wearing her fourth famous Lannister dress.)

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I was woken up by the sounds of people shouting and stomping feet, I quickly changed into my dress, and did a quick braid on my head.

And headed out of the door, I looked around to see what's going on, only to notice that swords.

And more weapons are being piled up into a huge pile.

These weapons are only used when we have to defend ourselves from our enemies outside in the water.

What's going on here? I rubbed slightly aching temples, and soon Hunter found me.

"You're not a morning person, aren't you?" he asked.
I yawned. "Obviously not. But you are."
"Yes, but not all the time."

"What's going on here?"
"Lord Stannis Baratheon is coming to attack here."

"Can't that old geyser just died already?"
"He's just as stubborn as the late King."
"You don't have to remind me."

"A Lioness wearing her "mane" proudly,"
"Thank you...I think."

He laugh. "Your dress shows off, how much of a Lannister you are."
"Hahah very funny."

"Well I got to help out the cunt or he'll complain I'm not there."
"Good luck with him."

Joffery is cunt, no matter how much sense you knock into that boy, he'll never learn.

The only person that seems to be able to straighten his attitude, and keep him in cheek is my father.

He's very strict and he's the only one who knows how to make Joffery feel more like a boy than a man.

I can't blame him, Joffery thinks killing and torture is the ways of a man, not really.

I soon spot Varys, and decided to asked him of something,

I approached him, and he lower his head in respected.

I nod at him, and he looked at me.

"What can I do for you, my lady?" he asked.
"If may asked, can some of your birds sneak into Dorne, to watch my niece." I asked.

"Of course, my lady."
"And Varys, I want you to have maybe two little birds in the north, so I can tell my sister what they're planning."
"I can do that."
"Thank you, my lord."

I headed off, with four Lannister guards behind me, I looked around the halls until I found my next target. Lord Baelish, I could used him in my game.

"Lord Baelish," I said.
"My lady," he bowed.

"May I asked of you for a favor?" I asked.
"Of course, my lady. What is it?"
"Ned Stark's youngest daughter, Arya, seems we can't locate her."

"If she's escape the capital, Winterfell seems the logic destination."
"And yet, the north says she's not there."
"Curious."

"If we choose to negotiated with the Starks, the girl has some value. Whoever finds her...well you know what they say about Lannisters and debts."

"You can ask Varys, he seems to know everything."
"Hmm."

I notice something on his neck, and I touched it.

"A mockingbird, you created your own sigil." I stated. "didn't you?"
"Yes." he said simply.
"Appropriated, for a man who has so many songs to sing."

"I'm glad you like it, so people are lucky to be born into the right House, others find different ways."

"I heard a song once, about a boy of modest means, he felled in love with the eldest daughter, sadly she had eyes for another."

"When boys and girls live in the same house, awkward situations can arise. I even heard, that some brothers and sisters have affections for one another. I even seen some girls give their maidenhead to someone else that's not their husband."

I stayed silent.

"They forget a simple truth, and I found..."
"And which truth is that?"
"Knowledge...is power."
"Seize him."

The guards quickly grabbed a hold of him, and his books slipped from his fingers. I watch him struggled against my guards.

"Cut his throat." I ordered.

One of the soldiers pulled out a knife, and pressed the blade on his skin.

"Wait, stop...I changed my mind, let him go." I said clamping my hands together.
"..." he stared at me.
"Step back three paces, and now turn around and close your eyes."

I approached Baelish with caution, and I gave him an icy glare.

"Power is power."

He stayed silent.

"Do see if you can take away yourself from your painted whores and coins, to locate the Stark girl for me." I walked away.

As I was walking away from him, when he said that some girls give away their maidenhead to someone that's not their husband.

Does he know that I gave it to Hunter, and not Robb. I mean the fool was drunk, and I was kinda tipsy, and shit happens.

I soon bumped into Sansa Stark, and she looked startled to see me, I mean in this dress covered in gold and red.

I do look like a lioness on the prowl, looking for my next victim, and it seems I found mine. Purr-fect.

"What are you doing out of your chambers?" I asked her.
"I just...came to see if I can help out with anything."
"That's kind of you, but we don't need help from a traitor's daughter. Now back to your room." I asked her kindly.

She obeyed obediently and headed back to her chamber, I had one of my sister's guards guarded her door.

In case she decides to escape.

Stupid girl, she wants to become queen, and yet she can't even stand up for herself.

Girls like her died so easily, especially in these times. At dinner, we shared a "family meal." It was quit meal.

Sansa was keeping her eyes on her plate while I was chatting with Tommen.

Poor girl, she lost her father, and now she must married my monstrous bastard nephew...poor, poor, child.