Lylian Tyrell is the youngest member of House Tyrell. She was most commonly known as the little flower of Highgarden. But what'll happen to this flower when she meets the wolves?
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A WEEK HAS passed since Bran woke up. Each passing day, he became more sour. He was angry at his mother for not being there when he woke. He was angry that he hasn't left his chambers in such a long time. He was angry when he heard the rumors of him being crippled. He seemed so different to the boy I was playing with less than a moon ago. Bran snapped at anyone and anything that came in contact with him, including Summer and I, though he would apologize shortly. My days haven't been eventful either. Sansa and Arya were in Kingslanding. Jon was at castle black. Robb was too busy running Winterfell leaving me with only Rickon and Bran as company. In the mornings I would study with the Septa and in the evenings I would play with Rickon. In the afternoons I would visit Bran and just lay there beside him as I tell stories of Highgarden. But today was different. I laid beside Bran as old Nan told uninteresting stories. Bran gazed out the window as a crow landed in the windowsill, clawing softly.
"Don't listen to it. Crows are all liars. I know a story about a crow"
"I hate your stories" Bran snapped. I lifted my head up and slapped his arm for being rude.
"I know a story about a boy who hated stories. I could tell you both about Ser Duncan the Tall. Those were always your favorites" Old Nan coed.
"Those weren't my favorites. My favorites were the scary ones"
"Oh, my sweet summer child. What do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little Lord, when the White Walkers move through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a night that lasted a generation. Kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts. And women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt the tears freeze on their cheeks. So is this the sort of story that you like? In that darkness, the White Walkers came for the first time. They swept through cities and kingdoms, riding their dead horses, hunting with their packs of pale spiders big as hounds-" Bran and I jumped slightly as his door opens. Robb walks in, smiling at the two of us. I returned his gesture but Bran just stared blankly.
"what are you telling him now?" He asked Old Nan.
"only what the little lord wants to hear" she assured the lord. Robb smiles
"You both, get your supper. I want some time with him" I nodded and climbed off Bran's bed. Old Nan came behind me, leading me out the room. But not before I waved goodbye.
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As the door closed, Robb slowly walked to his brothers side. Bran watched him as Robb smiles down at his limp figure
"Once time she told me the sky is blue because we live inside the eye of a blue-eyed giant named Macumber." Robb laughed. Bran hadn't reacted. He just continued to stare off.
"Maybe we do." Robb's smile slowly faltered as she looks into the eyes of his beloved brother
"How do you feel? You still don't remember anything? I've seen you climb a thousand times. In the wind, in the rain... A thousand times. You never fall."
"I did though. It's true, isn't it. what Maester Luwin says about my legs?" Robb nodded sadly.
"I'd rather be dead." Bran announced. Robb's gentle features harden as he hears the words leave Bran's mouth.
"Don't ever say that." He stared hard at his brother
"I'd rather be dead." Bran repeated. He laid his head back down, turning it aside to face the open window. Robb sighed knowing that Bran didn't want to talk of the situation. He walked out the room, closing the door after him. Robb felt horrible. His own blood was suffering in a room as the little boy grew angrier and depressed each passing day. He wanted Bran's pain to go away but he's not sure how.
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The little lady watched as the sun set over the horizon. Admiring the beauty of the giant star. Lyli turned away as she hears the door opening. Her Septa, Nysterica, steps forth clutching bathing robes in her arm.
"Time to bathe milady" the young girl stood from her seat and followed her Septa to the bathing chambers. The tub was already filled with hot water. Septa Nysterica helps the young girl out of her many layers of clothing. The little lady steps into the steaming bath. Slowly, she sat as Septa Nysterica sat on a stool. The older woman grabs an empty pale and scoops water inside, looting the steaming hot water on the shivering child. She poured a generous amount of powdered natron and rosemary oil into her palms, she then lathered the soap onto the young girl's head. As the Septa massaged and cleaned Lyli's scalp, her mind began to wonder.
"Septa?"
"Yes child" Nysterica hummed.
"Is it true that Bran is crippled now?" The Septa pauses her actions and thought if she should lie or tell the truth. She chose the latter.
"It appears so, milady" Lyli frowned as a new thought appeared in her mind.
"Does father know of Bran's condition?" She asked the Septa nervously.
"I sent a raven a fortnight ago. Your father should have received the letter" Lyli nodded. The two grew silent as Nysterica poured water on the young lady's head, rinsing her hair of all the soap. She wrapped Lyli in a bathing robe and escorted her back to her sleeping chambers where she dressed the girl in a night dress. Lyli quietly climbs into bed as Septa Nysterica tucks the young lady underneath the thick covers.
"Do you think father will break the alliance between our families because Bran is now disabled?" Lyli asked suddenly. Septa Nysterica raised and eyebrow at this
"I don't know how to answer that. Maybe, maybe not. Why do you ask?" She eyed Lyli, smiling softly.
"Just curious. What if father did decided to break the alliance?" Lyli asked.
"Then we'll be sent back to Highgarden. You'll be married off to a different lord. Robin Arryn, Trystane Martell, maybe even the prince Tommen himself. Wouldn't you like that?" Lyli frowned.
"No. I don't want to wed any of them. I only want to wed Brandon Stark." She
"Oh milady, you've grown quite fond of the little lord haven't you?" Septa smiled knowingly.
"Of course. He's my closest and only friend here." Nysterica studied how the young Tyrell's cheeks tinted pink.
"I meant romantically. Do you fancy Bran?" Lyli sighed, resting her head on the many pillows.
"I don't know. I don't want to grow too attached to him if father decides to send me back to Highgarden" Septa Nysterica smiled sadly. She sat on the bed and placed her hands on Lyli's small ones
"Well we shall pray to the gods, old and new, that your father doesn't decide to change his mind" And that is just what they did before Lyli went to bed. She prayed to the mother for her future. Septa Nysterica could feel the blossoming relation between the two children. She could feel the happy future the two will have. But sadly all good things come to an end.
