Lyanna Stark the second

Chapter 10

For the next few days I'm kept up in the library reading about the Targaryens since uncle Robert will be away and not telling me that all of them were blonde haired purple eyed shits that all deserve to die. To be honest I found their origins fascinating. Agon and his sister wives. The blackfyre rebellions. The dance of dragons. All very interesting. Then I got curious, about Dothraki peoples. And their culture. I wonder if anyone here knew how to use an anak? I really do doubt it though. But I think that I can practice jumping off my horse onto a target. This will be fun!

One of the red coats that I like and myself start to practice, his name is Finn and he's from lannisport he came here about three years ago. We never talked until he came and saved me from a stupid wadger that would have gotten me killed like many others.

"Lyanna tell me why we're doing this again?" Finn groans

"Because Uncle Robert is away and I'm a bit culture crazy, you ought to know this by now." Finn rolls his eyes and sighs while sitting down on the grass. When I got back to the keep Dad was on the iron throne looking out of place as usual. I stay by the door and listen to the people complain. Until a commoner came and threw some trout on the floor. I walk up to father.

"Lyanna, thank the gods your here." Father mutters. I smile gently and stand beside him.

"You need to take this person out father, but be smart about this, don't go in with your banners flying." I whisper. The man then described the mountain. I bite my lip from saying a long string of profanities.

"Dad, Be smart about this... nobody can take him on not anyone who will help anyways." I whisper.

"Justice must be served Lyanna." Father says with a stern tone.

"I will advise you to not do anything. But I can't make you do anything... I can't watch." I say walking as fast as I could to the doors that lay at the end of the hall.

I spend the next few days in the bottom of a mug of ale. My father what a foolish man let's do the right thing pfft that never works!! I tried to warn him I really did. So whatever happens it's not my fault.

"Lady Stark." I look behind me and see 2 maybe 4 guards i can tell i'm far too drunk to tell.

"And what do i owe this pleasure?" I ask slurring.

"Come with us lady stark." The lannister guards demand.

"Why?" I ask

"The king has been mortally wounded and asked to see you." i sober up quickly

"Well what are you waiting for? Lets go."

When we get to the keep i rush to see uncle robert i stumble into the room i see dad and cerci.

"Are you drunk?" Dad asks

"It's the end of the week so this is what i do." I reply

"It seems that you've picked up all my bad habits." Uncle Robert wheezes smiling.

"Only the drinking, not the whoring." I plop down on the chair. He grabs my hand.
"Little Lyanna, the daughter I always wanted, the one that was robbed from me."

"Come on Uncle Robert, you can't go now, that means that Joff's going to take the throne." I whine.

"I've already taken care of that, but don't worry, if anyone is to survive it will be you."

"I wouldn't be to sure its hard to keep him under control as is forget about it if he has a crown on his head."

"I said I took care of it, now I want you to do something for me." Uncle Robert says

"Sure what do you want done?"

"I want you to take my body to storm's end and give me my last rights there, just like my father and his father before him." I nod

"Of course, i'll do it. Nice presentation for a dying man by the way very poetic." I start to feel dizzy and then I stand up "I feel sick I need to go." I say with my drunken slur. I stand too quickly and then the world goes dark.

I wake up in my room with Cerci sitting on my bed.

"What's going on? Where's my father?" I ask

"Your father is in prison, for treason."

"Treason? My father? He would never do such a thing."

"I'm sorry to inform you that he did commit treason." I sit up and she puts her hand on my shoulder. "For safety reasons you are being detained to your room, I will come and get you for court but for now you have to stay put please."

"Where is Arya? I know that Sansa would never run but Arya would."

"I don't know where your sister is, she did run." I get up and start to pace back and forth.

"Is there any northerners in the capitol?" I ask.

"There's the watch's recruit that is still here." Cerci says

"I've told Arya the dangers of riding with men like that. She seemed pretty scared." I mutter to myself.

"Do you have any idea where she would go?" Cersei asks

"No I don't I don't know her well enough to tell you where her instincts would lead her. Can I please be left alone?"

"Sure thing little one... just be ready for court tomorrow, for your sake please don't do anything stupid." Cerci says I smile.

"You have taught me better than that." I reply honestly. She laughs faintly and strokes my hair once and walks out of my room leaving me to my thoughts.

The next day Sansa and I get ready for court I do her hair in a southern style and I do mine as mother always did it when I was younger. We didn't speak at all just got ready in silence. We both walk into the throne room together and the lords and ladies that are near us wouldn't stop staring at us, and they give us a five foot space. I give her a reassuring smile and listen to the newest shite. Slynt gets a promotion, and Tywin gets to be hand of the king. Then Cerci stands up and calls upon ser Barristan to take off his helm. I lean carefully over to Sansa.

"I'll be going after him, don't do anything foolish, for both of our sakes." I whisper. Sansa gives me a small nod and then I focus on Barristan who is throwing down his sword. I give my sister a small tap on her wrist and then slip out to cut off the elderly knight.

"Ser Barristan!!" I call running towards him.

"Lady Lyanna, how may I be of service?"

"Call me Lyanna. But I need you to send this to my brother they won't let me send ravens. Please he needs to know that Sansa and I are going to get through this." I beg. The man sighs.

"Sure thing m'lady farewell."

"Thank you Ser may you find a place to still be a knight."