Lyla Statk

Meeting The Royals

Its Cold and Windy But I Love It.

Im Wearing My Tight Leather Pants And A Black Tunic.

"Lyla. Go Pit Your Dress On. We Can See The Royals."

I Run To My Chambers And Through It Over. Pulling My Hair Into A Braid While I Run.

"Come Arya."

I Pull Her In Line With Me.

She Is The Youngest Girl, Shes Like Me. She Likes Swords And Bows. While Sansa The Next Eldest Likes Sewing And Dresses.

The King Rides In And Gets Off His Horse Staring At Me.

Father Told Me He Loves Me Because I Look Like My Aunt Lyana Stark.

He Drops To His Knees on Front Of Me.

"Oh Your So Beautiful."

"Thank You. Your Grace."

"Call Me Robert."

Everyone Gasps

He Was One To Love His Title.

I See The Queen Get Out Of Her Carrige And Turn Her Nose UpTo Me.

Next He Greet My Older Brother Robb.

Then Sansa. "Your A Beauty Arnt You."

Then Arya. "You Look Like Your Father."

Then Bran The Second Youngest Boy. "Your Gonna Be A Fighter."

Then Rickon The Youngest. "Youll Be A Great Charmer."

He Embraces My Father.

"Take Me To Your Crypts. And Bring Your Daughter."

He Says Grabbing His Son.

"We..."

His Queen Starts

"Shut Up Woman."

The King Interupts.

We Walk To The Crypt.

Robert Strokes Lyanas Face Of Her Carved Tomb.

"Ned. Your Daughter Will Marry My Son. We Will Be Bond By Blood. You Will Also Come To Kings Landing And Run My Kingdom"

The King Directs At My Father.

"Your Grace Thats An Honour Is To Great."

My Father Pleads.

"Its Happning Ned."

I Look Into The Princes Eyes.

He Lookes Me Up And Down Then Into My Eyes.

I Blush But He Bites His Lip.

Im Turned On But Our Fathers But In.

"Come They Both Instruct."

We Go Seperate Ways.

Father Starts.

"Would You Like To Marry Prince Joffery And Be Queen?"

"He Seems Grand But I Would Be A Terrible Queen. I Think It Would Be Sansa To Take The Crown."

"Are You Sure."

Father Queries.

"Whats Best For The Relm."

I Bow My Head.

He Looks Delectable But Sansa Is Graceful And Polite Just Like A Queen Should Be.

Im Dirty, Messy And Playful, A Queen Should Never Be Like That.

They Should Be Calm, Poised And Graceful Just Like Sansa.