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She was looking off into the distance of her balcony in her chambers as she heard the bells ringing…and she knew what they had meant, the Hand of the King was dead. Jon Arryn had been a friend to Anastasia Baratheon like he was a father to her brother…the King. She didn't want to go to his funeral even though it was expected of her. Robert had always told her that she would be married when he needed an ally so everyday she had expected him to storm in here and tell her whose house she would be sold to like a whore. Even though he was king she would always talk to him like a brother.
She remembered one time that he told her that she was his favorite sibling of course this was when he was going to war on the Trident with the Targaryens. Anastasia always pitied her brother's love for Lyanna and how he was never able to love his wife. Anastasia never liked Cersei or most of the Lannister except maybe Tyrion, but his brother was always a pain in her ass. She remembered Ned Stark telling her brother to make Jaime Lannister take the Black, but Robert refused, she agreed with Ned Stark though and had thought it was foolish of her brother to still let Lannister be a knight. Maybe Ned Stark will be the new Hand of the King, she thought. She smiled to herself. She needed to get some air.
Anastasia decided to walk around the castle, but mostly sneak into the Red Keep's cellars and see the dragon skulls. Her brothers could always agree on one thing and that was that she was never allowed to go and see the skulls because it was dangerous, but she never listened to them because she was curious about the Targaryens. Anastasia made her way down many flights of stairs, her blue silk gown flying, and her black silky hair bouncing up and down. Littlefinger and Varys had always told her that her curiosity might kill her someday or that she's too smart for her own good. She always ignored their comments or 'advice'. Anastasia was smart and clever enough to know never to trust them or as a matter of fact anyone in the capitol.
Anastasia finally made it down to the cellars, she grabbed a torch to light up the tunnel, and she grasped in amazement as she saw the skulls all lined up against the walls. She smiled at them as she lightly touched them one by one. As she started to walk deeper into the cellars the skulls started to get bigger and bigger. She knew that the biggest skull was the dragon named Balerion, the Black Dread they called him he was rode by Aegon the Conqueror who forged the infamous Iron Throne which now her brother is sitting on. She remembered her septa telling her about the Targaryens. She would only listen very closely when her septa would teach her about them. Her brother would always tell her that the Targaryens were their enemies yet they had done nothing to her.
They are his enemies, she thought, not mine. She stopped at the skull and admired it.
She didn't really know how long she had been admiring the skulls because she started to hear the sounds of amours clanking together like whoever it was, was running. She quickly went out of the cellars to bump into a guard.
He bowed and said, "My lady, there you are. I was ordered to bring you to the Great Hall once I had found you."
"Who gave you these orders, soldier?" She demanded, but he didn't answer her instead he just turned and started to walk out.
She followed the guard as he led her to the Great Hall. She saw that Jon Arryn's body was being cleansed by the Silent Sisters. The guard bowed and left her closing the doors behind her. She immediately looked annoyed as she saw an amused Jaime leaning against a column as he saw her notice him.
She stormed up to him and said in a demanding tone, "How dare you call me here like I'm some whore. You even sent one of your family's lackeys to bring me to you."
"Calm down, Anya." Jaime told her in a bored tone. She always hated when he called her…she remembered he had been calling her that ever since they had met when she had stayed at Casterly Rock for a little while.
"Don't call me that, Lannister." She slightly raised her voice. "Why have you need of me?"
He smirked. "I didn't see you at Jon's funeral. Where were you?"
She scoffed. "I didn't realize that you needed to know where I was. I hardly think that's any of your business or concern."
He got off the column and crossed his arms over his broad chest. He inched closer to her and Anastasia didn't shrink away from him or step back. His face was suddenly serious as he told her, "It is my business and concern when his grace, your brother channels all of his anger on me when you are not somewhere where it is expected of you since you are the princess."
"I'm hardly any princess, Lannister" She scoffed. "Robert knows that. I don't know why he tries to make me into someone I'm not."
He laughed amusingly. "I do hope you don't plan on telling your brother that…I'm sure he'll be very angry that his sibling doesn't care enough."
She looked suspiciously at him and mimicked him. "Why do you care though about what I do, I'm not your wife. Thank the Gods." She muttered the last part though she could tell that he was annoyed.
"I'm just saying that…try to at least make an appearance at court for all of our safety against his anger. Your presence has already gone noticed by the King."
She sighed. "I'll try, but don't get your hopes up, Lannister. I can hardly stand being around you."
He put his hand over his heart and said as if he were hurt, "Anya, you wound me greatly. I would never purposely try to anger you."
"Yes you would. You Lannisters always try to anger it seems everyone in Westeros." She said, her voice slightly amused.
Jaime gave a soft chuckle and inched closer in a taunting way that made her uncomfortable. "We aim to please, Anya."
She rolled her eyes. "Stop calling me that."
She tensed under his gaze, but she dared not to look away from his emerald greens eyes. She leaned that the hard way. His lips twitched into a smirk and she smirked as well, but still glared at the arrogant knight.
They heard footsteps and their "gaze" broke. She looked to where the footsteps were coming from and it was Ser Barristan. He smiled at her and looked suspiciously at Jaime.
"His grace has requested to see you, Princess…immediately."
"Of course, Ser Barristan." She said politely.
She had always respected the knight because even though he was old he was still as strong as someone young. She immediately left the throne room and made her way towards her brother's solar. She clasped her hands in front of her as one of the guards opened the King's door and she stepped inside.
Robert held a cup in his hand as his squire, Lancel filled his cup. "Hurry up you damn fool! I haven't got all damn day!" Robert yelled.
Lancel looked terrified as he yelled at him. Robert noticed her as he was about to drink his wine. His started to turn red and he yelled, "Leave us!"
Lancel put down the pitcher and left rather quickly. She watched him leave and then smiled as he left. She turned back to her brother and sat down in the chair across from him. She put her hands in her lap.
Robert studied her from head to toe with a hint of suspicion on his face. "Why weren't you at Jon's funeral? Where were you? What were you doing that was so important that you couldn't make an appearance?"
"Robert," She began, but he interrupted her by raising his voice.
"Don't you dare speak." He grabbed a cup and filled it with wine and put it in front of her. "Drink." He commanded. She obliged and drank the wine.
A drank from his cup. "You are a princess, Anastasia. You may not be my daughter, but you are my sister and your brother is the king. It is expected of you. Even though it doesn't do shit, you have to be there."
She sighed angrily at him and put the cup down. "Robert, you are my brother and the king…this I know, but…I don't want this life. I couldn't…I wasn't able to go there to his funeral and see his body and that would be my last memory of him. Lying there in the Great Hall…dead. I'm sorry; no need to worry yourself it seems Lannister already gave me this advice."
"Kingslayer." Robert grunted and said in a mocking voice. "He does have a point and I swear it on the Seven that if you so much as tell him about it." She nodded at him and smiled.
"What else did the Kingslayer say to you?" He asked intrigued.
"He teased. He taunted. You know what Lannisters usually do." She told him. "Lannisters. Seven hells, Robert they are pain in my ass especially ever since I had met them."
"You are right about the Lannisters, Anastasia. I had forgotten about that…when mother and father died they sent you to Casterly Rock to be fostered by them. I'm sure they drove you to almost tear your eyes." He said.
"More like scratch really." She said her voice amused. "Tyrion is the only Lannister that I will ever tolerate, most of them are…well you already know how I felt back then at Casterly Rock because now my dear brother it seems you are surrounded by them."
"Courtesy of my wife. I think she wants me to suffer." He said as he laughed. He continued, "I have a matter to discuss with you. We are all going to Winterfell because I have chosen Ned Stark to be my new Hand.
"I agree with you there, brother." She said. "Ned Stark I think would make a fine choice for your Hand. I wouldn't mind going to see Winterfell…I've always liked the cold and snow."
"Good because it about time you have a husband, you are old enough now." Robert said his voice harsh.
She froze and said, "Robert..I-I can't, no I won't be sold like a whore to someone I don't even now." Her voice was cold as she said, "Now let me guess who it is…the Stark boy, Robb."
"Watch your mouth with me. If it were Tywin Lannister's choice he would have you married to the Kingslayer in a heart beat." He told her.
"Thanks the fucking Gods then that Jaime Lannister is in the Kingsguard."
"You really think that his heir being in the Kingsguard would stop him from marrying his son to a princess."
"All this talk of marriage has already bored me," she snapped calmly. "I'm not some dutiful wife."
"I thought you weren't some whore," her brother mocked.
She couldn't help, but chuckle. "That too." Her face softened as she continued, "Robert please don't make me do this." He looked at her from head to toe again and leaned in closer.
He grunted in defeat. "Seven hells, I hate when you do that to me! Make me feel damn guilty." He pointed his finger at her and said, "You will get married whether it's now or in a few years, you will get married and have a husband whether I'm still alive by then or dead."
She smiled in victory and he gestured for her to leave. She left the room, but not before giving her older brother a peck on his rosy cheek.
She saw Jaime walking towards her in his Kingsguard uniform with his white cloak moving swiftly from side to side as he strode forward. She turned immediately around and started to walk in the other direction. Ignore the ass. Ignore the ass. Ignore the ass; she kept on telling herself as she walked down the steps to her chambers.
He smirked. "Do you like to be chased?"
"Chased," she questioned amusingly. "I didn't realize that this was a game, Ser Jaime."
"Not really a game, but more like…a competition."
She stopped and whirled around to him, her eyebrows raised in mock. "I do wonder now what the prize is."
"Ten gold dragons to the winner," he said.
She thought about it for a moment then smirked. "What's the catch?"
"Give me a kiss and we'll see where it goes from there," he suggested.
"Oh, your Lannister charm seems lost on me just like your appearance that apparently makes the ladies swoon," she turned and started to walk away.
"It's so hard to make you laugh. It was a joke, Anya, no need for your rage. After all, it's still only the morning, at least let me have a cup of wine first."
She shook her head. "If I didn't like you in Casterly Rock, what makes you think that I'll like you now."
"Oh, I forgot that you're a Baratheon," he mocked. "Yes, Ours Is The Fury."
"You want to get your cock cut off then just keep on talking."
He held his hands up in defense. "No need for violence. After all, I am the sworn sword that is to protect."
She opened the door to her chambers and he followed inside as she seethed, "Yes, you don't let me forget it."
"It's not my fault that you are always a damsel in distress that your own brother felt the need to make sure that you are well guarded and protected, might I add."
She rolled her eyes and replied, "I can handle myself just fine."
He laughed and then it died out when he saw that she wasn't laughing. Why is it so funny that I can handle myself? "Do you remember the first time we met? You fell off your horse."
"You make it sound like it was a bad thing."
"You got off your horse when it was still riding." He deadpanned.
"Well, I'm not good at first meetings. I get nervous."
He smirked mischievously. "Oh, yes, I know. Especially when you first met Tyrion and what happened again? I seem to have forgotten."
She blushed and she glowered at him. "Nothing happened."
"Now I remember you were-"
"Shut up," she snapped angrily. "Get out; you're starting to piss me off even more than your sister!"
He came over to her as she slipped her wine and kissed her cheek. She jerked back and wiped away the kiss on her cheek as he laughed like a mad man when he walked away.
"Seven hells, Jaime Lannister!" She shouted. "What the fuck?"
"I win," he proclaimed.
She froze in confusion. "Wait, what was the game?"
"You could not keep that temper of your in check." He tsked at her. "Anya, you must learn to control your temper it's even worse than my sister's, your brother's, and my father's anger combined all together."
She looked incredulously at him as he laughed his way out of her chambers. "What just happened?" she whispered to herself then shook her head.
Anastasia made her way to her drawers and started to pack her things. How could he marry me to that Stark boy, she thought he is only a boy. Seven hells, she thought, what if I would have been married to Jaime…then I would be like Robert probably. She shuddered at the thought of being Jaime's was glad she grew her fury like her words and stood up to Jaime a while ago. She remembered how scared she was when meeting him, but that was mainly because of thr rumors she head about him. Anastasia shook her head and pushed those thoughts away. She needed to set her mind on her journey to Winterfell and the Stark boy she was supposed to marry and be Lady Stark, Lady of Winterfell.
What a title that would have been, she thought against her will.
TBC...
Hope you all liked this first chapter of my NEW AND IMPROVED story. Try to review. I'll try to update soon. I really hope that this version is better than the last one…I'm crossing my fingers just hoping you guys will like it. The image for this story is how I picture Anastasia Baratheon to look like. All rights go to George R. R. Martin, do not own anything except Anastasia.
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