Queen of the North

Queen of the North

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"Ah, she is clever after all," said Cersei, smirking. "Wit is such a rare accomplice to beauty yet we stand, alone, in a room crowded with only that." Cersei lifted a thick strand of Eleonora's hair, ran it through her fingers, and dropped it back onto her shoulder. The eldest Stark girl tilted her head away from her touch but continued to stare straight ahead. Her lips parted slightly as Cersei walked behind her, glaring with hate in her eyes. "Winter Roses do not survive in the south," said Cersei, reaching the door to the hall and knocking once for her guards to open, "your Aunt Lyanna learned that far too late, and I imagine so will you." [Jamie/OC]
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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!)

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