Blue sky reigned down across the barren land, and though the weather was nice, the chill was harsh. A large group of men decked on horses made their way across a wide-open field, all circling a horse drawn carriage as they went. The carriage was situated dead center, and to say it was large would be an understatement. The carriage would essentially be able to fit more than seven men inside, and yet, only four rested idly within the wooded walls.
The youngest, a boy with golden hair that would put the sun to shame. The shiny locks rested just above his shoulders, falling delicately into his sea green eyes. He was a little plump in size, still carrying his baby fat, though at nine years old this was no surprise to anyone, he was still very much a child. His birth-name was Tommen, and though his current stature never causes him any fuss, he is always declaring he will one day be as tall as the Hound.
The second youngest, was a girl whom matched Tommen in almost all the same ways. With her sun kissed locks that floated down her back like fine spun silk, and her eyes, a matching pair to her brother's green ones. Though whereas Tommen's matched the sea, hers held a lightness to them that was all her own. Delicate in size, she was the definition of petite, even at the young age of ten the beautiful girl known as Myrcella held a beauty far beyond those around her, not to mention the wits to match most as well.
The eldest of the four, was a refine looking women at the young age of thirty-six, though you could not tell that from the appearance of her face. Her hair was like the youngest child, golden in colouring and resting at her waist. Eyes a green that gleamed and shimmered. High defined cheek bones and thinned lips, she was beautiful. Though something about the cold outer lining of her eyes could put almost anyone on edge. However, not everyone was able to see past her pretty face, leaving this 'coldness' undetected. Her name was Cersei, queen of the seven kingdoms, mother of all that sat inside the carriage.
The last individual would also be the one who sat out like a sore thumb, with chocolate brown hair that floated down effortlessly to rest just below her breast in a spin of curls. Her face shape resembled that of her mothers, high cheekbones and petite jaw, though her lips were not thin, but full, pouty. Her eyes, much like her siblings in colour was green, though unlike her sibling's flecks of hazel and gold smattered around the pupil making the eyes all her own. Luciana was the eldest of the four children bared by Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister. She was also the one who did not bare the blonde shade of hair that her siblings and all Lannisters seemed to share. Which, essentially, made her feel like a thorn in a rose bush.
The fourth child, the one not sat with the sibling trio was the eldest male of the four. Sixteen in age, handsome in appearance, blond hair, green eyes, lanky, packed with little muscles, not to mention he was foul tampered and arrogant, all because he was the heir to the throne.
Joffery Baratheon.
Though in reality, Lucina's twin should have been the next king, and he would have been, if he hadn't gone and died. Something Lucina found great pleasure in mentioning to her brother, always holding it over his head that he was never meant to be king, only luck found him in the position. The twos relationship was rough, neither one getting along and finding sick pleasure in being outright cruel to the other. It was the reason the teenaged prince had taken to riding outside, refusing to sit and listen to his eldest sisters belittling any further. Lucina had always been the better of the two when it came to words. Which, always left her to the opening of her mother's scolding. How acting in such a way wasn't lady like, and she should learn to hold her tongue. She had never been good at that.
A small wistful sigh brushes past Luciana's already parted lips, she leans against the carriage to stare out through the window. She wanted to be out there, riding her own horse, feel the wind in her hair. The carriage was made for comfort and it was nice, but there was nothing better than being atop a horse, especially when travelling to a new place. They had never travelled this far north and she was excited to see what it had to offer. Still, she can't help but grow agitated, starting to fidget and ruffling her dress as she does. The outfit she wore was tightly fitted around her practically none-existent bust, something she thought was a curse but her mother reassured it was a blessing. The sleeves were long, reaching down to her wrists and flaring out. Like all dresses she wore it touches the floor, slightly wider at her hips and extenuating her curves. Cersei had warned them all that the weather was much different from Kings Landing, and the gentle snow flurry outside told Luciana that she was true.
At first, Luciana had questioned the shawls and blankets that was brought along with them, but now she was relishing them. Two were in her lap, her hands curling in and out through the thick fur, trying to keep warm. Turning back from the window, she slouches in her seat, inching the blanket further up her body. Glancing over to her siblings, she watches as Tommen and Myrcella talk in low whispers to one another, a wooden knight in Tommen's hand and a fair maiden in Myrcella's. She smiles watching them, remembering the days where she would play with toys, sometimes she found herself missing them, today was one of those days. Cersei was watching the pair too, posture pin straight as she took in everything they did with a hawk-like gaze.
"Mother," Luciana starts, quickly gaining her attention. "How much longer to Winterfell?" They'd been on the road for weeks, she could tell from the dark circles forming under her siblings eyes she wasn't the only one growing tired.
Before Cersei could answer her, a voice came from the window by her head.
"You know, it's not very becoming of a Princess to be impatient."
Luciana jumps slightly, tuning in her seat to come face to with her uncle. Jamie Lannister. His classically handsome face was turned up in a cheeky grin, trademark green eyes alight with teasing. She scoffs at him, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "Well it's a grand thing I don't desire to be one then," she retorts sharply, letting her right eyebrow raise as she gives him the infamous Lannister 'I'm better than you' gaze.
It was the soft tutting from the other side of the carriage that had the expression simpering, fading to one of innocence and youth. "Luciana," Cersei scolded, both of her eyebrows raised as she gave Luciana a reprimanding stare. She let out a small sigh, that had to be the twentieth time this day she had received that look.
However, luck seemed to be on her side for the first time since the sun rose over the mountains this morning. Her father was coming to her rescue. His booming voice and pudgy face appeared at the window Tommen was sat beside. The poor boy jumps a mile out of his seat in fright when the shout occurs. Luciana stifles a snicker, looking at nothing but the king. She notices that her father's thick beard covered in snowflakes, glistening and glinting in the light and it makes her yearn even more to go outside. His hair used to be almost dark as night but with age greys have started to appear, leaving him old and bedraggled looking. He has a residing hair line and weight he does not need, but he's coming to her rescue and she can't help but smile.
"Don't chastise the girl, women! Let her revel in her will," he grumbles at Cersei, sending her a nasty look before turning to the closest knight and booming. "Strong like iron that one!"
He was talking about her, he was always talking about her when he said things like that. Luciana never knew what it meant, and when she'd ask he'd laugh, give her a shake and carry on his way.
Cersei never knew what he'd had meant either, and the sayings would always cause a scowl to form on her pretty features. Much like one was now. "Maybe so," she starts, looking away from the window to stare at Luciana, expression softening. "But she has beauty like no other," she compliments, raising a hand and leaning forward to run her fingers ever so gently down her eldest child's face.
Like all the times when Luciana received a compliment her cheeks plumed red, a sarcastic response falling from her lips before she could stop it. "You must say that, I'm half of you."
The response Luciana received was no different from the usual one. Cersei's lips curled and her eyes clouded in mirth. "Oh, Luciana," she cooed, tone dropping like she was talking to an infant. "What am I going to do with you my little doe, seventeen years and you are still a mystery to me." Her hand was still on Luciana's cheek, eyes ever analysing.
Luciana didn't know what to say to that, she didn't think she was a mystery. Fair from it in fact. She knew she was many things but a mystery? There was no way.