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As always, I don't own A Song of Ice and Fire books and Game of Thrones show, except for my OCs and part of the story. English is my second (foreign) language, Spanish is my first. Sorry for the typos or for not describing very well certain scenes. I will accept any constructive correction you give me.
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Chapter 3
"The things I do for love"
I woke up suddenly with those words in my head. I didn't recognize the voice and sounded fuzzy in my head. Also, I have a bad feeling inside of me since we received a letter from the king.
A month ago, mother told me that the King was coming, which means that he was going to ask father to be his Hand of the King. I asked the voice in my head to enlightenme, but there was no answer. As far as I know, no matter if my father will take the job or not, he will go to King's Landing as the new Hand of the King, this means that my family has to move too. Nobody rejects a King's offer, only a stupid person reject that.
So, as the first and oldest daughter, my duty was to help mother with the preparations for the King's arrival. Organizing everything for this arrival has been tiresome and bored. I have little space to spend time with my brothers and sisters; I couldn't ride and practice swords with Jon and Robb, I abandon the archery exercises with Bran and Arya; I couldn't speak with Sansa about the dresses we were going to use for the arrival; I stopped telling stories and sing lullabies to Rickon before to sleep; and even I couldn't think on a name for my direwolf.
But today was supposedly the King's arrival (thank god!). Mother already told me to act as a Lady of Winterfell, this includes: not practice with swords or using a bow and not riding or hunting (oh… bummer!). So today, everybody in the family has to look presentable for the first impression to the royalty.
Without asking, Sansa made me a beautiful light blue-grey dress, the Stark colors, for today and she combine it with a light grey cape, all the clothes highlight my grey eyes. The sense of Sansa's fashion and creation of clothes it was something I like it from her, I just could only do some knitting, do shirts and do some embroider in a piece of cloth. The thing I didn't like from my sister was speaking ill about Arya and Jon, her disagreement of certain hobbies I do and her traditional thinking.
Mother brush my hair, but at the moment of arrange my hair, Sansa intervene and she wanted to do it. She pick some strands of my hair, near my face, and she made two small braids. According to her, she wanted to show to the King my natural look, but obviously, looking decent.
Something that surprise me was my new body. So far, I look very different from my previous life. My skin white as snow, very long and straight dark brown hair, long and solemn face, grey irises as steel. The only two things I keep were my skinny but athletic body (including the shape of my curves) and, apparently, my height.
Once I was ready, I checked Arya to get dressed, brush her hair and hung it into a bun. As always, my little sister complaining about using a dress, but I promised her to practice archery without mother watching at us and when I have some free time. I went to check my two eldest (but still younger) brothers and they were shaving and cut their hair, for a moment I didn't recognize them because they look younger and I get used to see them with their facial hair. Finally, I checked Rickon and he was dressed and playing with his direwolf; when I was going to check Bran, he was missing but I knew where he was.
I went to the yard and I found mother with Maester Luwin. Mother was scolding Bran from climbing while Bran was getting down as a spider monkey through the walls and giving the announcement of seeing the King near.
When I saw Bran climbing through every wall on Winterfell, I was worried because he could fall and get killed. But I saw him better and I could notice that it was natural for him, he likes to see beyond the walls, he feels comfortable doing it. No matter what my dear mother and the Maester forbid and warning him about the dangers of climbing, he's going to keep doing it.
"He's never going to stop doing it. He's not going to be himself if he's not climbing onto something." I told mother after she instruct to Bran to tell father the King's arrival.
"I know he's going to kept doing it. And also I know you are going to do your not-so-lady hobbies." She said to me.
I smiled to her. "You know me very well, mother."
"You will be a very unique wife. Beautiful and wild as your aunt Lyanna." She said while she brush my hair with her fingers. I could notice exasperation in her look, the same when she has a lost battle in front of her difficult daughter. "You are going to make your lord husband an interesting life." If I get married someday… I hope not for now…
My mother didn't say anything more and gesture to follow her. I take the direwolves to their respective owner's rooms to prevent accidents at the moment of King's arrival.
Once I did this, we all gathered in the castle gates and take our positions. The Starks we were in this order: Mother with little Rickon, beside them was father, and beside my father was me as the eldest, then Robb, Sansa and Bran. Behind us there was Theon and Jon, their position were not considered part of the Stark family (according to my lady mother). I could notice the absence of Arya and mother was a little bit exasperated by her disappearance.
"Where's Arya? Lylian, Sansa, where is your sister?" mother questioned and both of us shrugged.
Few seconds later, Arya appeared with a helmet on her head. Father stopped Arya and take her off the helmet, passing it to Ser Rodrik. Arya groaned in complaint and she take her position between Sansa and Bran. Robb, Jon and I laugh at my sister's occurrence, but it was silenced when we saw the visitors came through the castle gates.
Everything was silver, gold and red, following flags of lions and stags began to fill the entrance. I could recognize the prince, I didn't like his looks, he gave me a bad feeling and he look like a girl with that posture and long hair; but for Sansa, he was the most handsome man she has never seen before, I could see it in her face. My sister was very innocent at this, not everything was a fairy tale.
I could notice he was guarded by the Kingsguard and a guy with a dog-shaped helmet. He was Sandor Clagane, aka "The Hound".
Then my eyes caught one of the members of the Kingsguard. He was tall and lean, dressed in silver and gold from head to toe, with a white cape and mounted in his white horse like a knight. The man was really handsome, like those fucking fairy tales from Disney. When he lock his green emerald eyes on me, I get hypnotized by his gaze.
"That's Jaime Lannister. Cercei's twin brother." The voice in my head made me react a little bit, but I didn't stop looking at him. "I recommend you to not falling in love with him."
"Who said I was falling in love? The eyes are made to see and I have to admit… he's fucking sexy!" I responded.
"You'll get hurt." Warned the voice.
"I think you are mistaken me with Sansa." I said.
He bowed his head and gave me a smirk. But not a sincere smirk, it was the type of smirk used by men who loves playing with women. This irritated me and I ignore him by turning my eyes to another place. In that moment I saw the huge carriage at the gates, which it couldn't entered. It was adorned with red and gold, flying the banners of theLannisters; I guessed that some ladies from the court, the Queen and the rest of her children were inside.
Then I saw a man mounted in a black horse. He was tall, a very fat man with black hair and long dark beard, which I guess it was the King. For what my father told me, he look like a fearsome warrior, but this man didn't look like fearsome or even intimidating.
Immediately all of us bent the knee and look down while the King was getting approached to us. While I was waiting any sign of looking at the King, I thought on the King's reaction when he sees me and look the mirror of his late love, my aunt Lyanna Stark.
I saw the King's hand gesturing to my father, indicate him to stand up. When my father stand up, we all do the same.
"Your Grace." I hear my father said in respect.
"You've got fat." I heard the King said and I had to bit my lower lip to stop myself from laughing at the comment.
Then I heard both men laugh and, what I could see by the corner of my eye, they embraced each other warmly. Then I saw embrace mother and ruffle Rickon's hair.
"Nine years… Why I haven't seen you? Where the hell have you been?" the King questioned.
"Guarding the North for you, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours." Father said and Arya imprudently asking in whispers 'Where is the Imp?' referring to the Queen's youngest brother Tyrion Lannister and Sansa telling to her sister to shut up.
"Who we have here?" I heard the King questioned and feel his eyes upon me. I lifted my face to him without any fear, immediately I saw the shock on his face and heard his withdrawn breath. "Lyanna?" He questioned.
"No, Your Grace. Lyanna Stark was my aunt, I'm Lylian Stark." I said confident. However inside of me I was scared to death, worried for his actions and what my look can affect from now on.
"Lylian is my eldest. She was a babe the last time you saw her." Father explained and the King nodded.
"By the Gods, Ned. She looks like your sister." The King said after he finally got out of his state of shock. He took one of my hands and lift it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on it. I knew from the look of his eyes on me, he is going to protect me from all costs and possibly find for me a suitable betrothal for me.
Then he passed to Robb. "You must be Robb?" the King asked while they were stretching their hands. Then to Sansa. "My, you're a pretty one." The King moves to Arya. "Your name is?" ask her and my little sister answer not showing any sign of fear. The King moved again to Bran and smiled at him. "Oh, show us your muscles." Spoke with amusement, I could notice that he seems to have a way with children. "Oh, you'll be a soldier". And Bran reply with a beam of happiness. All my family know that his wish is to be a member of the Kingsguard.
The same man I saw, the one who gave me that flirtatious smile, dismounted from his horse and take off his helmet, and I could see him better. Once again, he was tall, really tall, lean and muscular, the color of his hair was beaten gold, his eyes were emerald pools and all of his face features were so fucking perfect. He was perfect in everything. His looks totally remind me as those knight and princes from Disney. More exactly, to Prince Charming from Shrek.
"That's Jaime Lannister, the Queen's twin brother." Commented Arya and Sansa hissed her to shut up.
I look once more to that man and I regret it. His cat-green eyes look at me once more and give me that stupid smile, I rolled my eyes and snapped my eyes far away from him, for what I saw by the corner of my eyes he gets annoyed. And again, I regret it to turn my eyes.
I saw the female version of him getting close, I could identify her as the Queen, Cercei Lannister. She was really beautiful, even more with her long gold hair as the sun. When her green emerald eyes lock where I was, I could see at first shock but then it change to slight displeasure for my presence because I was the living form of the ghost that haunted her marriage.
Definitely, this woman is going to kill me someday…
"You're right, you have to be careful with her. She is more a fox than a lion." The voice warned me.
She made her courtesies to my parents and when I was to make my courtesies, the King's voice roared. "Take me to your crypt. I want to pay my respects." The King ordered to my father.
I could see the annoyance and coldly look in the Queen's face. "We've been riding for a month my love. Surely the dead can wait." I was on the side of the Queen. First, riding for a month to get here is very exhausting; second, the King was rude and a King shouldn't act like that; and third but this is an observation, I could see the lack of love for the King over his wife.
"Ned." The King doesn't pay attention to her wife and left to the crypts, confirming what I've just saw. I could see my father giving her an apologetic look and left her there.
"Where's the Imp?" ask boldly my sister Arya. Both the Queen and myself, look sharply to my little sister because of her comment. The Queen look at me once more angry and left where it was his twin brother.
"Where is our brother? Go and find the little beast." She ordered to his twin angrily. What a way to speak badly of your youngest brother. After this, the Queen left I-don't-know-where and once again the fucking guy smiled at me, rolled my eyes in annoyance.
Everybody began to disperse; Sansa and Rickon walked with Mother, the rest of my brothers went to the training yard and Arya left without telling where she going. I didn't know what to do until the night; I can't practice with the boys, I don't want to be near the Queen and I didn't want to assist to Septa's classes.
I decide to go to the Godswood, at least I can draw and play with my unnamed direwolf during the King's stay.
