Summary: "A lions still has claws" With rebellion brewing in the kingdom of Westeros, where will Thea find herself when the fighting does begin? A lion of House Lannister, Thea is young and troublesome. She is brave, and stupid, enough to do whatever she pleases, without a thought about the consequences. That has gotten her into trouble enough times, and it isn't about to end yet. OC.
Disclaimer: I do not own A Game Of Thrones or A Song Of Fire And Ice. All rights go to their respective owners. The only thing I own is Thea.
Authors Note: Before you begin, this is not your typical GoT original character fanficion. I have read many of them and although many of them are brilliant and I have been captivated by them, I will take a different spin on the whole Lannister OC. There is going to be no pairing for the time being. She will have suitors yes, but she's adamant at not marrying at the present time. I haven't read anything like it, but it probably does exist somewhere, so I apologize if it does follow a similar...basis, or whatever. It wasn't my intention. It was purely co-incidental.
one
Thea sat on by the window of her chambers in Casterly Rock. She stared out the window as the sun passed below the sea, as she ran her fingers over the soft fur of her pet cub, Lanny. The mountain lion cub had been a gift from her brother-in-law, King Robert, and his wife, her sister, Cersei, for her eighteenth name day, only weeks past. Robert and his men found it when hunting, it's mother dead. Thea immediately sprung to mind. The lion was the sigil of House Lannister, after all.
Thea Lannister was a young woman of eighteen name days. She bore the Lannister blonde hair and blue eyes. Of a woman so young and beautiful, it was remarkable that she had not married yet. Thea did not wish to marry soon, either. That was been her sisters life. Sold to the most powerful. Only the best for the Lannister children. The daughter of Lord Tywin and his second wife, Sibyl. Thea was six when her mother past away after the birth of her younger stillborn brother, Warin. She still remembers vividly visiting her mothers chambers and seeing her mother shaking violently in her bed. Her septa was hot on her heels and quickly rushed her out of the room. Thea was too young to understand what had happened. It wasn't until later that her father found her and told her had passed. Thea had the same motherless upbringing as her older half-siblings Jaime, Cersei and Tyrion.
Thea was raised as a lady. She learned to walk, talk, dress, smile, courtesy, behave, do everything in a womanly manner. But, Thea also picked up archery and a small bit of sword fighting from her brothers. It was done in secret, until her father found out and put a stop to it. "A lady doesn't play with swords. Especially a Lannister", were his words. Thea was twelve.
Lanny caught his reflection in the window and, playfully, batted his small paw against the glass. He jumped back in response, making Thea giggle. The mountain lion looked up at her and begin playing with the ends of her golden hair as if it was a string toy. Thea giggled again and pulled the ends of her long hair behind her shoulders. It was then her handmaiden, Carys, entered the room. Thea's head turned quickly to meet the Pentoshi woman, who approached her with a letter in her hand.
"My lady, a message from Kings Landing," Carys courtesies to her lady and gently hand the message to her. Thea places the lion cub on the floor before taking it from her handmaiden.
"You may go," Thea said turning and taking her seat again. Unrolling the letter, Thea's eyes danced across her sisters handwriting.
Dear sister,
I wish I could have wrote during a more happy occasion. I have to inform you that Jon Arryn has recently died. As saddened as my husband, the King, and I may be, it is his duty to replace Jon as Hand of the King. I have tried to influence his decision in favor of our dear father, but Robert refused. We are travelling north as we speak to Winterfell. Robert hopes to persuade Lord Stark to take up the position. A foolish decision. He also requests that you also travel north. He knows that the Stark have a son slightly older than yourself. I know father would never allow it, but who is he to go against the word of the King. He hopes that by arranging a betrothal between yourself and Robb Stark, as well as marrying off my dear Joffery to the oldest Stark girl, would aid him in convincing Lord Stark to join him in King's Landing. It has all been very rash and stupid, I know. I have also wrote to father. I expect he will send a few of his men with you on the road to Winterfell. The King hopes you to arrive on the same day as our party. That means leaving almost immediately. I'm sure father can gather his men quickly enough. Jaime, Tyrion and my children are also travelling with us North. I know they will ecstatic to see you. I will see you soon, dear sister.
Your Queen and sister,
Cersei Baratheon.
Thea stormed out of her chambers and down the narrow passages of keep at Casterly Rock. She reached the council room where her father sat at the large table, messages surrounding him.
"Father, have you received Cersei's message?" Thea asked, moving swiftly past the guards and into the dark room. Night was falling fast.
"I have indeed," her father said, leaning back in his chair. Tywin Lannister was an aging, battle worn man. He had picked the Lannister name from the dirt and turned it into the one of the richest and most well respected families in the whole of Westeros. He was a cold, intelligent, arrogant, calculating and ruthless man, a number of these traits passing on to his four children. His first marriage to his first cousin, Joanna Lannister, was for love. Something Tywin never allowed for his own children who have already come of age, and most surely, won't happen for the youngest, Thea. After Joanna's death, Tywin didn't intend to remarry. It wasn't until Jaime, his heir, joined the Kings guard, giving up all right to titles and inheritance, leaving his hated son Tyrion as heir. Tywin remarried, this time for an alliance with the Martell's. Sibyl Martell was the same age as Thea when she married Tywin Lannister, eighteen name days. Tywin hoped she would bear more sons and have Tyrion join the Nights Watch in time. Sibyl's pregnancy with Thea was easy, but she bore a daughter. Sibyl became pregnant several time before her death giving birth to her stillborn son, Warin.
"And you agree to this?" Thea asked, outraged "I will only marry the son of Lord Stark when the seven hells freeze over."
"What if the king demands it?" Tywin asked his daughter, already knowing her answer. Thea was a Lannister in blood and bone.
"I will happily refuse," Thea answered quickly, placing her hands on her hips.
"And you will go against the kings demands?"
"I'm sure the Starks have another son closer to Myrcella's age," Thea stated "If the king is so quick to marry off Joffery, he should quickly bargain his only daughter off along with that."
"You sound like a proper Lannister," Tywin said after a brief pause, turning the corners of his mouth up.
"I am a proper Lannister," Thea replied quickly.
"You will have to marry some day," Tywin said standing up.
"Just not today."
"And you will not go refusing when that day arrives," Tywin demanded his youngest child and daughter, walking towards her "Understood?"
"Completely," Thea replied, keeping her eyes locked directly on her fathers. Her blue eyes had been an exact replica of her fathers. It was the only physical Lannister trait that Tywin still displayed. His once blonde hair had now turned grey with age "If you excuse me, father. The Queen will be awaiting my message. We will talk tomorrow about arrangements for my trip to the North."
"You still wish attend?" Tywin asked as Thea exited the room.
"I am a Lannister, not a coward," Thea said, turning on her heels to face him "I shall handle my own affairs myself. I will not hide behind the words sent by Ravens. I bid you good night, father." Thea returned to her bed chambers where Carys was awaiting her.
"My lady," Carys curtsied.
"Carys please fetch some fresh water, I wish to wash before bed," Thea demanded before sitting down at her desk to write a reply to her sister. She would have it sent out first thing in the morning.
"As you wish, my lady," Carys said, going out of the room.
My sister, my queen,
I am sorry of the loss of such a man. I will send my regards to the Tully woman he married - Lysa, was it? I heard whispers that he had come down with the fever. I guess he was too old to fight it. And a Stark as Hand of the King? I side with you, sister, father would have made a excellent choice. I hope your travels have been pleasant. It shall be cold in the North. I hope you have packed your warmest dresses. I as well. I shall begin arrangements tomorrow. I should be on my way to Winterfell before the week is out. It shall be a small party and you know I do not like to ride slow. We should be in the North not long after yourselves. As for the Stark boy, we'll just have to see about that. I will do not wish to marry to soon. I will have to get the King to reconsider. One Stark bound to the family by law is enough. I heard the girl is very pretty. I'm sure your grandchildren will be beautiful. At least I will be in good company with my family present. Please send them my wishes and I cannot wait to greet them in the North. Not forgetting you too, sister. It shouldn't be long.
You sister,
Thea Lannister.
Thea rolled the message up and embezzled it with the wax Lannister sigil. In the morning, the raven will be sent out with it.