Marienne's Game Of Thrones- Robb Stark

Roose Bolton's Bastard and Arguments in Confined Spaces

"You are your mother's trueborn son of Lannister."

"Am I?" the dwarf replied, sardonic. "Do tell my lord father. My mother died birthing me, and he's never been sure."

"I don't even know who my mother was," Jon said.

"Some woman, no doubt. Most of them are." He favored Jon with a rueful grin. "Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs."

And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune.

When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king. - George RR Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire.

My thumbs fiddle with each other as the carriage rocks side to side in awkward silence, our bodies knocking against each other like dominos. Sansa, Arya and I all sit on the side facing our destination, while Ned, my father, Tyrion Lannister and Anna face the road behind us. The carriage is cramped, but Arya's constant fidgeting does not make it any easier.

What does it make it is easier is the luxurious interior of the carriage, only the finest felts and silks in Westeros were used to build it, and only the most skilled craftsmen were allowed to touch it.

"So." Ned says, looking at his two daughters who were forced into their finest clothes.

"I want you both on your best behaviour during our time in Kings Landing. We are to represent our house."

"Why do we have to leave, I don't want to wear stupid dresses, I want to play with Robb, and shoot arrows with Bran and Jon!" Arya pouts, visibly upset about the change.

"Well now you have me, Sansa and Anna to do those things with you!" I nudge her with my elbow as she peers up at me, trying to cheer her up.

"We will get you someone to practice with, Arya." Ned says, ignoring my offer.

"Sword training!" Arya says in disbelief and joy, clapping her hands together.

"Because every little girl wishes for the day she can fight off a grown man." Tyrion remarks, bemused.

"I have always wanted to do archery, professionally I mean." I say to Anna, who nods from opposite me.

"Me too, it would be nice to know I can handle myself in any situation."

"Maybe I can arrange things for you girls?" My father chips in, but we merely shake our head.

"I can pay from the coins I have earned serving the Queen."

"But soon you will run out of money."

"And how did you come to that conclusion?"

"As Hand of the king, just like Ned, you are now at Kings Landing as guests, you do not need to work for Cersei."

"What if I want to continue my services?"

"Marienne, you have no choice. She dismissed you from her services, she feels she cannot trust you as a sibling of Jaison."

"That's not fair!" Sansa exclaims, mouth agape.

"My sister is a paranoid woman, I would not take it to heart Marienne." Tyrion adds, with a nonchalant look, as if this was normal for Cersei. "I am surprised she did not order for your demise."

She dismissed me? I did nothing wrong, I tried to stop Jaison and father! I have worked for her for years, how will shooting sticks at targets occupy my time? What if Cersei feels I cannot be trusted with her secret?