Sooooo yeah, this is apparently now a thing, I meant it to be pretty much a one shot but with the overwhelming response to the first chapter that was barely over 1k words well...I felt like I needed to gift you all with a bit more. Obviously since I've already updated two other stories this weekend this is a bit short but well...I hope you like it. I haven't watched the show or read the books in months so if things are a bit out of wack I apologize, as always please review, take care all.


"That does not look anything like a wolf," Myrcella stated flatly as she stared at her little brothers attempt at painting the House of Starks banner. Lillith couldn't help but nod in agreement, if anything it resembled a small child's attempt at-

"It's not a wolf, its a kitten, this is Ser Pounce!" the little boy declared with pride, her own thoughts coming to a halt Lillith could only shake her head slowly as she suppressed the urge to giggle. Princesses didn't giggle after all, or that's what the bitch told her anyway, Lillith had been a Countess then an Empress in her old life so she really didn't have experience in that middle ground to come to her own conclusions.

"And he's adorable Tommen," Lillith stated evenly as the little boy grinned happily at his big sister, much to her surprise his face fell almost at once as he glanced around her; sighing she reached up to the bridge of her nose massaging it lightly knowing exactly what had caught her brothers attention.

"I see you're wasting your time with children as always Lillith, what, my dog too busy to keep your eye? It is rather humorous, a loyal hound and his bitch constantly sniffing around each other." Lillith resisted the urge to cast the cruciatus on the little bastard coequally known as Joffery Baratheon as she turned to meet his malice filled gaze,

"Padfoot had to run patrol with the other guards, otherwise I'd likely be dueling with him right now, brother. You know, the thing you're too afraid to do without blunted blades and padding?" Joffery sneered at her a moment as his gaze fell to her cleavage, that legitimately creeped her out at times, luckily for the blonde ponce Myrcella found her courage as she quickly spat out an adjoiner to her sisters statement.

"He told us that if you were acting a proper cunt he'd show you what a dog does when his owner is kicked," Joffery's eyes widened at this as Lillith discretely fist bumped her little sister behind her back. Sandor Clegane was a complete and utter bastard, he was rude, crude, belligerent, and loyal to a fault, he swore to protect the grandchildren of Tywin Lannister but refused to be knighted. Due to her complete lack of scruples she had read his mind and knew his reasoning, thus why she had dubbed him with her Godfathers moniker and for some odd reason this made him deathly loyal to her.

"Yes well," Joffery began looking almost as snooty as Draco could when he was truly and utterly infuriated but lacking her best mates fire and pride; it was almost amusing that the lack of these emotions forfeited all of his arguments credibility. "That is beside the point,as I asked before why are you wasting your time playing with children? If your hands are that idle shouldn-" his voice cut off as Lillith's emerald eyes began glowing. Swallowing heavily Joffery took a breath then cleared his throat as he spun on his heel leaving the room as quickly as he'd entered it, Lillith let a half smirk crawl up her face before she turned back to her little siblings attempts at painting.

Yes, Joffery was going to be a problem in the future, despite her being the eldest the patriarchal society of Westeros would see her half-brother as the King when Robert Baratheon inevitably passed from liver failure. One day he'd have the power to do anything he wanted to his siblings and he was psychotic enough to follow through with his fantasies, if he'd had anyone other then The-Witch-Who-Won as a big sister that all might have meant something.

Honestly, she couldn't wait to flay him with a gesture on the steps of Baelor's Sept, it ought to be quite the lark and hilariously sacrilicous to boot; not that she actually believed in the Seven or anything mind, really it would be offensive to everyone viewing the incident and in the end, wasn't that all that mattered? Breaking herself from her rather sanguine saturated musings she turned back to her siblings as a grin spread across her face,

"Do either of you know what a Basalisk looks like?" Scooping up one of the many discarded brushes she stared at the blank parchment a moment before nodding to herself, Miss Blinky wiping out the Acromantula colony in the Forbidden Forest would make a lovely addition to her growing collection of paintings highlighting her old life. Ah she missed that snake, her many times removed Great-Grandson had been in control of the now sixty meter long monstrosity when she'd moved on, as always the overgrown puppy in an evil snakes body protected the Royal Family of the Empire of Britnnia with a vengeance. Myrcella brought her out of her woolgathering as she replied to the earlier question,

"What's a basilisk Lilly?" Grin growing even wider the ravenette dipped her brush into some green paint before turning back to the parchment,

"A wonderful question little sister, now to begin the process you need a chicken egg and a toad, or at least a toad like woman you can transfigure into a legitimate toad, heh...that was a good one...anyway..."


A week later Winterfell came into view and Lillith immediately fell in love with it, the high walls, ancient towers, and proud banners all dusted in light snow reminding her of Hogwarts, her first real home and the seat of her former Empire before the bloody Covenant glassed Scotland. She grinned maliciously at that thought, the Sangheili never fully recovered from her unleashing Auntie Bellatrix on their homeworld for that transgression and even at the point where she jumped realities they were still trying to press charges for that one, good times.

"Riders," her brother stated flatly as he nodded towards the pair of horsemen approaching their convoy, originally Joffery was intended to ride in alone as was befitting the crown prince, when she'd challenged the decision with an honor duel her father had acquiescenced. Never let it be said that King Robert was a complete fool, his little girl wielded his warhammer like it weighed nothing (which it did with the charms she placed on it) and was well aware she'd tear apart the spoiled prince out of spite if nothing else. Nodding once she zoned out for a time as they rode in with the procession, glancing up as she passed through the gates she noted the murder holes and what appeared to be a vent for some sort of pressurized gas, steam she assumed if she remember the history of the massive castle correctly.

Entering the courtyard she sat up straight and blankly observed the gathered welcoming party, fur seemed to be the fashion here, practical, plentiful, and looked imposing with the right tailoring. Lord Stark was obviously in the center, the stern looking woman that resembled Auntie Minnie beside him must be the Lady Stark, surrounding them were their children, most sporting Weasley red hair aside for two. A little girl who had the stance of ...oh hell...herself at that age, and a boy with calm grey eyes who stood apart from the rest, meeting the boys gaze she shot him a wink earning her a surprised look and a blush, mission accomplished.

After dismounting her horse she looked at the little girl again and raised an appraising brow; she looked to be ten and had the same grey eyes and dark hair of Lord Stark and the unnamed boy, her gaze flitted about and seemed to take everything in with a calculating appraisal. Deciding then and there that this girl would have been in Slytherin Lillith made it a point to memorize her face as she turned to witness her 'Father' reuniting with the dour faced Lord Stark.

"Ya got fat," Lillith snorted at that statement and bit her tongue as thoughts of pots and kettles entered her mind, much to her surprise Lord Stark stared at King Robert for a few moments before glancing down at the Kings rather impressive belly while raising his eyebrows. Her father broke out laughing and threw his arms around the Lord of Winterfell both clapping each others backs in amusement, good the man had a sense of humor. As the introductions were made Lillith kept her eye on the girl, Arya apparently, and if she was reading her lips right she was wondering where her Uncle Tyrion was, well...she was a bit too young to be informed of that.

Robert was about to say something as he completely ignored Cersei (go him) when he caught Lillith's eye, smiling once he motioned her forward and she stood before the gathered Starks smirking lightly, "This is my oldest, my girl here can put any boy on his back with a single swing of her hammer, Ned you should see the damage she can do!" It sounded like an idiotic boast if one just took appearances for granted, after all she was barely 5'4" and curvy as only a woman of the peerage could be, but the Northerners all gave her appraising looks regardless, she caught Arya's eye and winked once earning her a grin in response.

"It is a pleasure to meet you all," she curtsied once before retaking her neutral stance, her enhanced hearing caught one of the boys muttering "I'd like to put her on her back, right?" Locking eyes with the offender she sent images of tentacles and dark rooms into his mind causing him to gag and go noticeably pale, Theon Greyjoy would make it an active point to avoid her for the rest of the Royal families visit. Lord Stark approached her and took her hand kissing it gently,

"My Lady, a pleasure, I haven't seen you since your first name day, it pleases me to see you've grown into such a beauty," Lillith really didn't mean to blush, nine hundred years old and all but the dour Lord had managed it, bloody teenage hormones.

"The pleasure is mine Lord Stark," glancing to his family she finally noticed the rather large dogs standing with the children, eyes brightening she smiled and rushed towards the one standing next to the oldest ginger, "Are these Dire Wolves?" The gathered party all looked a bit taken aback but eventually Lord Stark nodded,

"Yes my Lady, these are my childrens pets," Lillith further surprised everyone as she took a knee and stared into the yellow eyes of the grey wolf,

"Oh they're much more then pets Lord Stark, these are familiars, extensions of your children's souls...you're all very luck, and what's your name?" Staring into the wolfs eyes it eventually began panting happily as it licked her face. Laughing as she wiped the slobber off she stood and ruffled his ears, "Grey Wind eh? That's a proper name for a hound of war now isn't it?" Looks of shock spread across all the Starks as she turned to her father, "Are you wanting to go to the crypts father?" At this point in his life he didn't bother asking how his daughter knew what she did, he nodded once before replying,

"Ay, I want to pay my respects," before Cersei inevitibly interfered as was her wont Lillith turned to Lord Stark and gave him a winning smile,

"Do you mind if I spend time with your children and their wolves my Lord? I do believe we'll have much to talk about," still caught off guard on how she knew what Robb's wolfs name was Ned nodded once as he met Robert's eyes,

"That is fine Princess, Sansa can show you about if you it is your pleasure," resisting the urge to grit her teeth at all the formality she caught the little girls eye again before smiling,

"It is my pleasure Lord Stark, but I'd like to be shown around by your youngest daughter," dropping her tone only so he could hear her shed continued, "she looks like a trouble maker and that means she knows how to have some actual fun." Ned smirked at that and gave his agreement, after a few minutes the crowd broke apart and she was approached by the Stark children, they all had questions but only Arya seemed to find her words.

"How did you know what Grey Winds name was?" Raising a perfectly plucked brow she replied in kind,

"Because he told me, of course," she glanced down at the wolf at the girls side and met her eyes, after a moment she looked back to the children, "Just as Nymeria has." They all stared at her gobsmacked until Arya broke out laughing, eventually she caught her breath and cocked her head to the side,

"What else do they say?" Smirking as she glanced over Robb's shoulder she met Theon's eyes once again as she drawled out her reply,

"Theon needs to stop touching himself so much, it's going to fall off at this rate," those old enough to get it blanched while those too young became confused, and through it all none of them asked how she'd learned his name without being introduced. Sometimes, fuck, all times, it was pretty bloody great being her.