Stark OC x Jaime Lannister | Lannister OC x Robert Baratheon | Rosennis Stark was not like her sister Lyanna. She wasn't bold, nor beautiful and nor wild; more stiff, stony and icy cold. She comes out of the rebellion with scars on her skin, a bastard son with a lion's eyes on her knee, and memories of fire and blood that refuse to leave her. Only to return to the North and find Roose Bolton never broke their betrothal. Giana Lannister was beautiful, fair of face but also of character; her brother joked that she couldn't possibly be a Lannister with her cheery smile and lack of ambition. An ill-advised fling with Robert Baratheon results in Giana birthing a black haired bastard of her own. Dangerous, in a time when Baratheon banners are rising against the might of the Targaryens. The ripples from two more players in the game of thrones are felt throughout Westeros, altering the course of history forever. * Rosennis Stark was a strange girl, Jaime thought. It had been over a month since they rode into King's Landing in the same party, and yet he barely knew her at all. He'd tried to brush her off as dull at first. Her long, sharp face, stiffness and reserved manner did little to disprove that, and she seemed entirely unimpressed by anything and everything she came across, especially him. That in itself was rather entertaining, however; he had amused himself on the journey to King's Landing by finding the best ways to get under her skin. * "Ser," She nodded a greeting, offering no more words. He noticed the girl wore a riding habit; did she mean to ride that monster? Not that Jaime wouldn't - he'd just never met a woman who rode a half-wild warhorse. "Lady Rosennis. You're good with horses. Less so with conversation," "I know," Her expression barely changed. She seemed slightly annoyed, slightly amused. "My sister is better," With horses or people? The latter, he supposed.

What Jaime Lannister was born a girl and Cersei (Cersen) was born the eldest son? Also, just for fun, Ser Brien of Tarth. Having killed Aerys, Jaime married Stannis after being deemed unsuitable for the king. * Jaime had been allowed near no kind of blade after her display in the Whispering Wood and her hair had grown wild and long. Hanging in unwashed tangles, the mane of curls still glinted gold in the lamplight and made her look like the lion on her house's arms, magnificent even in chains. Her once-fine gown was tattered rags, rotting on her body, her face was pale and wasted, yet the woman still had the nerve to be beautiful. Though that did not disguise the danger. * "There are no women like me. There's only me. What other woman can claim to have killed a king?" * "Kingslayer... And such a king he was!" She lifted her cup mockingly. "To Aerys Targaryen, the Second of His Name. And to the blade that opened his throat. It was a sword, you know. People like to believe that I stabbed him in the back with a dagger having weaselled my way in his bed," She gave a harsh laugh. "He'd likely have preferred it that way, and called me Joanna all the while," * "Had it been my choice, I would have been the definition of faithful and never have left my brother's side. But we don't always get a choice. You wouldn't understand, you're an honest woman," Her tone was mocking. "I've learnt that most honest women are just lucky. What would you have done if, say, your dear husband's old friend Robert took advantage of you being drunk and alone? He's the king, and a big man, your blows bounce off his chest like nothing and, should you tell anyone, your husband would behead you himself," "Ned would never - " Catelyn stopped herself but had said too much, as Jaime's smile grew. "Ned would never," She said carefully. "I don't doubt it. But Stannis would,"

Female Tywin Lannister. Top ranking #1 in ASOIAF | "That had better be a jape," The cold words were jarring from the pretty ten year old, and caught the attention of the hall immediately. Silence fell. Tytos opened his mouth, but Tya cut him off. "You've betrothed me - your firstborn child - to the second son of the Lord of the Crossing?" There was a mocking, incredulous note to her voice. "Well Tya, Lord Frey asked very courteously - it would have been most insulting to have refused him," "He asked courteously?" Tya raised an eyebrow. "Is that all it takes now? Should Genna fear being betrothed to the son of that kennel-master knight, if he asks nicely enough?" * "I'm sorry to hear about your mother," Aerys looked rather surprised at her state, hesitating. "I've never seen you cry," He trailed off at the mutinous look on her face. "Get out," Her was voice quiet, dangerous. "I just - " "Get. Out. Now," A flash of anger crossed his expression. "You can't tell me to leave! I'm a prince, I'll stay if I want to," She seized his arm in an iron grip, leading him over to the door. "What are you - how dare you - let me go!" She slammed the door in his face. * "Why did you have to do this, Tya?" Her father moaned. "Return Lord Walderan to his family at once, with our sincerest apologies! Forgiving his all his debts should be the least we do to make amends," The look Tya gave Lord Tytos was fit to reduce him to a pile of ash. "I was planning on returning Tarbeck to his family in three pieces," * "All the men who are capable don't want the position. All those who want the position are incapable. You might as well make me Hand and have done with it. I'd do a better job than every fool you've appointed so far," For once, Aerys was silent. So silent, for so long, that Tya raised her eyes from the parchment to see him looking at her in a very odd unblinking way. "I'd rather give the position to you than anyone else," Tya blinked.

"I made a promise to protect you. Honor or not, that is one I intend to keep." - A story of a Lion and a Wolf, two beings brought together by the very same reasons that should have kept them apart.

Lyanna Stark lives and is married to Jaime Lannister after the rebellion. The rare pairing no one knew they needed. * The solemn, quiet girl he met the day before their wedding did not match up with the stories he'd heard of the she-wolf of Winterfell. His little wife's wild looks seemed somewhat strange when paired with her subdued personality. She spoke clearly but quietly, and though she repeated her courtesies, if a little coldly, she did not smile, nor did those words sound natural from her mouth. She was her brother Ned in every respect, solemn, serious and reserved. And it didn't suit her one bit. "Just count yourself lucky I won't put up the same fight for you that I did for him," She tossed her hair slightly, dark curls dancing in the warm candlelight, an old, proud defiance that was clearly familiar to her returning. It suited her better than the dead shell she had been up until this point. Jaime said nothing. He didn't doubt for a moment that this woman had put up a hell of a fight. * Word count: 59,266 (only four chapter but they're long!)