Lady Amelia Lannister is the youngest daughter of Lord Tywin Lannister, and is suddenly torn between her family or following her heart's desire. Will she survived the deadly game of thrones?
(Editing as we speak. Will also be posting on AO3)
(NOTE...
Hey guys! GoT season 8 is coming soon! ㅜㅜ last season!! But today's chapter I decided to make it in Gerion's POV.
If you forgot who's Gerion, he's the son of Amelia and Hunter Blackwood. He has 3 half-siblings from his mom's last marriage, 2 younger sisters and 1 brother.
Hope you guys like this chapter!!
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***(Gerion POV)***
I woke up to the smell of food being cooked. I rubbed my eyes as I try to sit up. I could hear my younger brother, Tybolt waking up crying for mother to come and help him calm down.
But I saw that mother was nowhere nether was uncle Jaime. Only mother's handmaidens, as they try to calm him down. But it was no use.
The sounds of horses could be heard and soon enough there appeared two horses with 2 people on their back. It was mother and uncle. Mother came over quickly and picked up Tybolt and patted his back.
"It's alright my little lion cub, I'm here." She whispered.
I woke up my younger twin sisters, Aemma and Jane. They had a mean look on their face, guess they're not happy about waking up. I told them that mother brought food.
"Come, the food is ready," mother said with a smile.
Me, Aemma and Jane can walk now, it's Tybolt who can't just yet. He gets to sit in mother's lap while the rest of us sit on a log. Uncle Jaime hands the maids a small bowel and we knew that it was time to get fed. After our breakfast, our things were getting packed and soon I see mother and Jaime talking again.
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(Amelia and Jaime arguing)
"He's barely old enough to hold a sword!" mother said in a high pitch voice of worry.
"Amelia, it's better if they start young, remember father made me start at four," exclaim Jaime calmly.
"But you're not him." She countered back.
Uncle stayed quiet and looked at me and then at my siblings. Mother doesn't want me to hold a sword until I'm enough but uncle says that it's gonna be good for me in the future.
Sometimes I wish Uncle Tyrion was here. He would be able to see things better than mother or uncle. They kept arguing until they got fed up and chose to talk about it later.
Mother approached me and helped me put on my fur cloak and ran her fingers through my hair. she smiles sadly as she strokes my cheek. Then moved on to help my siblings, and soon we started to move as well. You could hear the snow being stepped on as the horses were trouting.
