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Winter Is Coming
Chapter 3
North Wind
The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.
- Pamela Hansford Johnson
Lyanna had left Sansa room only minutes ago to escape the cluster of squealing women. Myrcella was very pretty and when she grew up she would be a very beautiful young woman. Her handmaids, Silvie and Eliza, were young and talkative compared to the young girl they served. Sansa seemed to be tripping over every sentence she said, blushing and hand twittering. Lyanna hadn't seen Arya since earlier that morning.
A small cheer made her walk towards the garden.
Arya stood a bit away from a target, pure concentration on her face. Four arrows already stuck in the target. One left.
And in the spark of the morning snow Lyanna saw the woman Arya could become. The one everyone refused to let her be.
Meeting Tyrion Lannister was as strange as it could possibly be meeting the Imp, except worst. She had heard a thousand and one things about this little man. He slept with whores, he tossed money in the air as if it were candy but was as smart as a snake. But she also heard different tales, about how he had consoled the sick, payed the poor and read books by the bucketfull. Needless to say she was curious. Meeting him in her stables with a serving girl was not how she anticipated their first conversation, however.
Lyanna thanked Tila as she helped dress her before pulling on her riding boots. She hoped to find a small clearing in the woods to clear her head. Now that she knew the real reason for Joffrey Baratheon's constant cruel jokes and jabs she did her best to remain pleasant around him and avoid him when her temper flared.
As she waited for the stable boy to get her horse she heard the light yelp from inside. Ignoring, Elena's words, she hurried inside. Hands flew to her face and she felt it become hot under her palms.
"Oh my, forgive me, my lord"
A gruff voice answered, one as hard as rock but as smooth as silk.
"Well, this is certainly not how I planned to meet the eldest daughter of Lord Stark, but I suppose it will have to do"
There was a flurry of scuffling and she heard the sharp sound of a slap and tossed coins before the man gave her the go ahead to take away her hands.
There was one word that completely summed up the man in front of her.
Short.
He almost reached her mid chest. His hair was a dark sandy brown and his eyes almost a leafy green. They held something illegible - as if had seen how bad one life could be and had rejected it in favor of something just as bitter but with a dash of something good in between. Unlike his siblings, Tyrion Lannister was ugly, what beauty Queen Cersei and her had, had had been stolen from Tyrion. But there was something that made Lyanna curious about who he was exactly. Maybe it was because he wasn't impressed with her...or maybe it was because she had seen more of his body then was decent.
"Tyrion Lannister", he said, with a slight bow.
"I know", she replied, slightly rushed and flustered.
She wondered if she was overreacting. Lyanna had seen Jon and Rob without shirts hundreds of times, she had even helped the nurse bathe Bran once, so why was this different?
He looked at her, waiting.
"Oh!", Lyanna said in surprise before bowing.
"Lyanna Stark"
"It was nice to meet you m'lady", he replied, "Although, like I said, I wish it had been under better circum-"
"I won't tell", Lyanna interrupted.
"I don't want to get you in trouble with Cer- the Queen", she said, remembering the cold voice of Cersei the day they had arrived.
"Well, uh, thank you, ", Tyrion said, confusion evident in his voice.
"Have a good day, My Lord", she half whispered as the stable boy pulled Frost from the stables.
Tyrion nodded, "You too, m'lady"
She nodded and turned to pull herself up, almost jumping out of her dress when she felt a rough, yet warm hand around her ankle.
"Goodbye, Lady Lyanna Stark"
She nodded, face burning red and smiled when the stable boy helped Tila onto another horse.
"Goodbye, Lord Lannister"
Lyanna immediately was bombarded with questions by Tila. The girl was curious. About the "little" lord and the conversation her lady and he had had.
"What did you mean by promising a thing like that!?", Tila hissed,"Just you wait until I tell Elena about this!"
"Sleeping in the stables!" "
These Lannisters believe they can-"
"You will bite your tongue!", Lyanna interrupted, the steely tone of a lady in her voice.
"The conversation between me and Tyrion Lannister will stay where it was, in the stables, and not in the twittering mouths of every man, woman or child in Winterfell, is that understood!?"
Tila's mouth had fallen open than and her horse had almost stopped walking.
"Is that understood?!", Lyanna continued with less vehemence.
Guilt had already begun eating at her conscience but she had to stand firm. If not for Lord Tyrion's sake then her own. Her mother would be mortified.
"Yes, m'lady"
Lyanna nodded and urged Frost on, the gray mare ignoring her insistence for a moment before running at a full gallop.
"Where's the fire, Anna?", Theon yelled from his own horse as he and several other men pulled two freshly caught deer carcauses from the woods.
This only made her want to ride faster.
The real reason she rode was more for her own sanity than any real emergency.
But the fire from the ankle that Lord Tyrion had touched only seemed to burn more as the wind of the North flew forth to kiss it.
Jon wrapped his hands around the glass and drank, the Lannisters, his father, Sansa, Arya and Lyanna left for King's Landing tomorrow. Robbert, Bran, Lady Stark & Rickon would remain here. And Jon was left to jumped between the Wall and disappearing altogether. The royals would not want him in King's Landing, and Lady Stark did not want him in Winterfell.
Where would he go? What would he do?
A knock on the door resounded his thoughts and, with a small hand gesture, Ghost returned his head to his bedding, eyes still firmly fixed on the door. Anna and Rob stood at the door, a flagon of wine in Rob's hands and cheese and grapes in Anna's. Rory and Grey Wind stood at their sides.
"Gonna let us in", Rob hissed, peering up and down the hall.
It wasn't that it was bad, Anna and Rob sneaking into each other's rooms but it could raise suspicion and talk among the maids and coal boys of the house.
They bit into sweet grapes and thick cheese while drinking the reddest wine in the cellars.
"So...what do you plan to do, Jon?", Lyanna said finally, when the cheese was almost gone and the grapes had been eaten.
"I don't know", Jon replied, gulping the wine.
"You want to know what I think you should?"
"Go to the wall!"
Lyanna looked at him,"What's your reasoning behind that?"
"He - you can be something there, Jon, you'll be able to lead people, everyone is welcome there."
"Lord Stark would never agree to that", Jon whispered, melancholy.
Lyanna looked at her brother.
The Wall was a harsh place, but everywhere, for the rest of his life, Jon would experience cruelty and danger. Although he was a bastard, he was the son of Lord Stark. He was easier prey and his fate would be cruel beyond that. At least at the Wall he could become a leader, a somebody.
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