BLEEDING LOVE ⚜️ ROBB STARK

Chapter Sixteen • Tyrion the Imp

The news of her Uncle Tyrion's arrival made Lyla very happy. Everyone in Winterfell had been acting odd since Lady Catelyn left with no explanation. Except Bran who had thankfully woken up finally, and Rickon who was a child. It seemed like they were all keeping some kind of secret, the way they looked and treated her now showed that she must have done something or they must know something that she doesn't. But with her Uncle Tyrion, even for just a night, she would have another person besides a child to speak with. She always enjoyed speaking with him, maybe it was because his dwarfism gives him a greater life view on the world that a pretty princess like Lyla could never truly understand, but rather liked listening to.

Theon was the one who told her of his arrival while Robb was sitting on the council of Winterfell now. She felt as if he was avoiding her, he hardly looked or talked to her, whatever warmth she felt was now fading. Theon Greyjoy however was a different story. She didn't harbor negative feelings towards him, she certainly did not like the way he looked at her (it wasn't cold like her northern husband, too suggestive for her taste) and the way he spoke to her. She was a princess, he was a hostage to ensure no more stupid rebellions from House Greyjoy who were lucky enough to keep their lands and titles. She couldn't help but smile when he mentioned his name, but quickly grimaced as he continued.

"Tyrion," he quickly added the end, "you uncle, the imp."

She glared at him, not with cold eyes like the Starks would do. Hers always had fire to it, as if there were daggers shooting at Theon. Her voice has much power in it, not a roar, but she made it clear in her tone, "he doesn't like being called that."

"Why would I care what the imp thinks?" Theon questioned, still not understanding.

"Because I, your princess, am telling you not to call him that name again, have respect for your superiors, he will be Lord of Casterly Rock by law one day," she informed him. She added the end but because she knew that her grandfather Tywin would never let that happen so long as he lived. The man still had hope Jaime would become Lord of Casterly Rock.

"And I will be Lord of Iron Islands," he informed her.

"And?" She asked, when he couldn't think of anything, she smirked in satisfaction. "And nothing."

Theon's sons, if there is any woman who could stand to marry him, would be lords of some floating rocks on a waste of land filled with raiders and rapists. Tyrion's sons, should he ever have children, will be a part of the wealthiest family in all Westeros. And Lyla's sons, should Robb ever pay her enough mind to sire sons, will be lords of Winterfell, Wardens of the North, and wear their honor like a badge.

She stood up to leave to see her Uncle, she needed someone to talk to, hopefully he would stay long enough. She missed her family dearly. They had received word that they all arrived at King's Landing safely, with the exception of Sansa's direwolf, Lady (apparently Nymeria attacked Joffrey, but because the wolf was gone, they punished Lady instead. It all reeked of filthy lies made by Joffrey— he did the same to her when they were children). She wanted to send her letter, but Maester Ludwin didn't send the raven with the message for her mother telling her how she fared and how much she missed them all. Her Uncle Tyrion would make it seem normal once again with his familiar shenanigans and antics.

Theon stopped her. He blocked the doorway, when she wanted to pass she looked up him with piercing eyes. He was visually embarrassed for the way she snapped at him earlier, maybe a bit of anger as well. He simply replied, "princess, they have requested that we bring Bran along with us. But you better than anyone knows that little lord doesn't want to leave his bed. Come with me to reason with him?"