Lyla Statk

R.I.P

Father Runs And Cames And Gets Me.

"King Robbert Has Asked For You, Run."

Father Asks.

I Ran.

And His Doors Open

"My Beauty."

Robbert Held My Hand.

As Joffery And Cersei Watched.

"Grab My Sons Hand."

The King Instructed.

"Father, Mothern, Maiden...."

Joffery Started. (Marraige Vows.)

"No!"

I Yell.

"What Is The Meaning Of This?"

Robbert Coughed.

"I Do Not Wish To Marry Your Son."

I Whine.

"Allright What Ever Your Wish My Beauty.... Ill Tell Lyanna Of You."

He Kisses My Hand And Closes His Eyes.

"Robbert!"

My Father Cries.

"He's Gone."

Maester Pycell States.

Father And I Cry And Hug.

I Look At Joffery And Cersei, They Arnt Even Fazed.

I Walk To My Room Sansa, Arya and Bran Are In The Court Yard.

"Lets Go."

They Start Off.

"Lady Stark Come With Me."

Lancel Lannister (Popus Prick)

Asks

I Turn To Some Soldiers Take Them Away At Any Cost.

I Go Up The Stairs In A Room With Cersei, Joffery And The Little Baratheons.

"Hello Sweet Lyla."

Cersei Smiles.

"What."

I Look Angry.

"Our Marriage Will Be In Two Weeks."

Joffery Smirks.

"Your Father Said I Dont Have Too, My Family Is Going Home."

I Smirk.

My Father Grabs My Shoulder.

"Were Going Home."

"Take Them. There Whole Family."

Joffery Screams.

They Put Me And My Father In A Cell.

We Sit On The Floor.

"Were Are Your Sisters And Brother?"

Father Looks Worried.

"Aunt Lysas."

I Whisper.

He Smiles

"Good Girl."

And We Sleep.