So here is the next chapter what happened recently was amazing! Two chapters one day! Yus!
Okay, about Lysa. I just couldn't have her be stupid crazy bitch. She has to be more interesting than that. So I gave her dissociative identity disorder. Which if any of you have seen Danganronpa you will understand. Basically, from my understanding, it's kind of like multiple personality disorder except that you have one completely different person in your body that you know about. But it isn't you.
So that's Lysa, let's get to the story!
Chapter 4
3rd Person Pov
Ceara is given a new dress from one of keeps that was raided. It was silk and complicated. She was very uncomfortable in it. Jon held the Valyrian great sword in his lap. Ceara was seated with her back straight and her eyes making contact with the leaders of the Northern host.
"Well, Lady Reyne. May we here your story?"
"Yes, but the truth as to how I got that long sword starts with my grandmother, and the true reason the 'Rains of Castamere' even exist."
"Which is?"
"My mother was Lord Tywin's bastard begotten on a woman from the Reyne family. Specifically on the eldest daughter of 'Red Lion of Castamere'. This was while he was married to his supposedly beloved Joanna-"
"What?! Tywin had a bastard?"
"Yes, her name Aiofe, and she is the mother I can barely remember."
"How do we know you aren't lying? This is preposterous claim!"
"Because if I was lying I wouldn't be telling you I'm Tywin Lannister's granddaughter." The men shut up and she continued on, "this sword was legally given to my mother by Tywin Lannister on a whim. While he loved Joanna he felt that her children would be too weak. So he gave it to my mother, thinking that a boy child of their coupling would be a true heir to the Lannister name. However, then he realized he would have to answer to Joanna."
"So he decided to get rid of your mother and grandmother."
"Yes, but as you can tell he wasn't successful. As soon as the sword was given to my grandmother, who was heavy with child. Her father sent her away along with a young boy who was from one of the lesser branches of House Reyne. He sent them to one of his friends in the East, Alerion Blackfyre."
"Blackfyre? You mean that he is a Targaryen bastard?"
"Yes, and a very powerful merchant in the East that has strong tie to the Golden Company. He took them in, and married my grandmother. My father along with my uncle and aunt were killed by a Dothraki horde when I was 10. My mother died giving birth to my brother who was a still-born when I was three. She had inherited Tytos Lannister's weakness. My father wasn't exactly a strong man either, and I have a bastard sister who is still in the East that I would send letters too before the war. Her gold digging whore of a mother is the reason I'm in Westeros."
"This was when you were ten?"
"No, when I was three. While my father was too busy mourning she sent me to Lannisport. So I would be found out and killed by the Lannisters. She sent Brightroar, the sword you're holding, with me to give them evidence. I managed to avoid them by covering my hair and eyes, which would have given me away. The septa at the orphanage I grew up in wouldn't allow me to be killed. However, when I was 9 the smarter cousin of my sister's mother found me. She ran the best brothels in Lannisport, but she couldn't trust any of her children or her mad sister to take over. So she went through the orphanages of Lannisport, and saw me. She took me in and raised me."
"Surely though one of the Lannister's must know of your existence? They breed like rats." Lord Umber pushed.
"One did, my uncle Tyrion Lannister. He was a frequent patron of the brothel I lived in. He taught me how to read, write, and do sums. Along with chess and other strategy games. He would always tell me that had I been a few years younger, he would have took me in as his own bastard daughter. However, I was probably safer if I stayed in the brothel. However, when the war started I saw my chance to get away."
"So you started to make your way towards us. And when you discovered the village with everyone inhabiting it dead you buried the bodies."
"Yes, it was a common chore in the orphanage. I did not forget how to do so. Then I was accosted by Lannister men thinking that I was from the village. Then your king found them trying to rape me and saved me."
"I see, but why did you seek us out?"
"Because I want the destruction of the Lannister's as much as you do."
"I see, you may stay here. However, we have to keep you away from the majority of the men."
"Why? I am a Reyne. I hate them as much as you do. Just don't give away my Lannister heritage."
"Fine, but what of your sword?"
"Why can I not keep it myself? I cannot be the only woman who can use a sword."
"You aren't, Lady Brienne is a female knight."
"Then why can I not learn? I am the only one that can wield it for at least ten years, and that's if my cousin is a prodigy of unrivaled potential."
"You are a woman," said one of the more sexist lords.
"And? I will never be a normal lady. I have learned how to kill in a variety of ways. From poison to throwing knives, and I've killed using many of these different techniques. Why would using the sword be banned from a weapon I could use?"
"We can discuss this at a later time, Lady Reyne. However, you can't have just come to tell us your story?"
"You are right in that inference. I came asking you to help us. Usually sell swords are used to supplement the armies of the Westerlands. Easily bought with Lannister gold. However, they are running out. I expect their last gold mine to dry up before this war ends."
"How do you know this?"
"Why else would they be taking small folk from villages and dressing them up as soldiers? Their daughters and wives threatened when they protest. And for those that are left behind it is even worse. They are heavily taxed and their crops taken by the soldiers and should they run out, everyone will be killed. They aren't clean deaths either. Many girls and women are raped to death, and the men beaten or stabbed. Any and all evasion of tax paying is punished with death, and destruction of your business. That's what happened to the brothel I lived in. It was supposed to be a safe place, where you would be taken care of. You didn't have to worry about food, or housing, or even violent patrons. There were guards posted at the doors. Whores could live safely and their children could be given the best life they could wish for. However, there was one problem, the only way to pay for that was evading taxes. While Madame Maeve was a cunning woman and helped the economy of Lannisport as a whole…It still didn't save her. She was raped and murdered by Lannister men. I escaped, leaving behind quite a few of my cousins, bastard or not."
"You want us to spare them."
"Yes, they are even more victimized than your people are."
"If they come to us, or turn against their leaders. Then we will spare them."
"Thank you, your grace."
"Now, Lady Reyne, I assume you need accommodations?"
"I don't need much your grace. I was raised in a brothel, noble woman or not."
"Still I assume you wish to stay away from the more rowdy men."
"If that is possible, your grace."
"I will see to it that you have a tent and that you have a guard posted outside at night."
"Thank you, your grace"
"Won't she be sent with Lady Stark?"
"No, we need someone who knows the Westerlands and its people on our side. I also, don't exactly trust you still."
"Understandable, your grace."
"Well, then I welcome you to the Northern host, Lady Reyne."
"I thank you for such a reception, your grace."
8
In Dorne
Oberyn Martell and his brother Doran were laughing internally. Ashara Dayne's son was exacting their vengeance on the Lannisters. He had been named King of the North, Riverlands, and now the Vale until Robert Arryn came of age.
"I believe it's time to reveal who exactly he is brother."
"Yes, and take the army with you. We will finally have our revenge. I can feel it. Elia's murder will finally have justice."
"I will, but keep your-self alive."
"I won't die yet, not until Elia is avenged."
"Well, she'll be avenged soon. That is a promise of a lifetime."
"Will you be taking the Sand Snakes?"
"They need the practice."
"And princess Rhaenys, her brother Rickard, and Ashara Dayne?"
"I believe it's time for Ashara to see her son, no? And besides Rickard will jump at the chance to leave Dorne, you know how he is."
"Yes, I do. Will you give him Dawn?"
"Of course, it's his birth right."
"Go Oberyn, and get there quickly."
"I will brother. I will make sure Arthur's nephew gets his inheritance."
Oberyn left the room and sent a letter to Ashara Dayne with the simple message of:
It's time to see your son.
8
In Meereen
"Your grace, I bear news."
"What is it Ser Barrinstan?"
"Robb Stark is dead-"
"Good one less usurper."
"Your grace, you didn't allow me to finish."
"Please do."
"His brother Jon Stark, Lord Eddard Stark's bastard whom Robb Stark legitimized, is now King of the North, Riverlands, and King Regent of the Vale until Robert Arryn comes of age."
"I see, and how is he doing on the battle field?"
"He's won every battle he's been in, and helped many of the other lords win their battles as well. He could very well subdue the Lannisters and possibly win the Iron Throne. However I doubt that it is his intention."
"Why would you say that Ser Barrinstan?"
"Your grace, while I did not exactly care for Eddard Stark. I knew he was a man that had no want for power." Ser Jorah said.
"But he had it."
"Aye, but he didn't abuse it. Even those that hate him couldn't accuse him of that crime your grace."
"Yes, Lord Stark was an honorable man. When the Usurper was going to kill you and your unborn child he was against it. He was also against the murder of your niece and nephew."
"He was? I thought all of those with the Usurper reveled in the deaths of the dragon spawn."
"Many did your grace, so that they wouldn't be hated by Robert Baratheon. However, Eddard Stark was a man that stuck to his morals and honor until the end. That is what killed him in King's Landing."
"Get the ships ready. We will be sailing to Westeros to see if we can ally with this Jon Stark."
"Yes your grace."
"Your grace is that wise?"
"Ser Jorah, you aren't here to question my authority."
"I wasn't your grace. I was just asking if you wished to do this."
"If I can get my father's throne back then I will marry him and have his children. If he is anything like how you said his father was then it wouldn't be a terrible match."
"Yes your grace."
8
With the Northern Host
Brienne of Tarth along with the Kingslayer were back with the Northern host. Brienne was released as she was just following orders of Lady Catelyn. She had found company with Lady Reyne. Who was learning how to use a great sword from her. Much to the ire of some of the Lords, and amusement of the men.
Ceara had also started talking to her uncle. However, she didn't reveal that fact. He was surprised to see a living Reyne. The conversations were…interesting to say the least. Basically she was tearing down everything he knew while he stubbornly held onto what he knew.
Ramsay Bolton, formerly Snow, thought that she must have been taught how to torture a man. Jon agreed as she was terrifyingly good at what she called 'mind warfare'. He didn't know why she wished to learn to wield a sword.
Many of the men called her the Red Worg, because she knew human nature so well that she must have entered the minds of men.
Jon had become close with her. She had a dry wit, and was very different from the giggly girls that Robb had been forced to dance with. She had seen what the world and all of its ugliness and had been forced to grow up. They had bonded over chess, and there had been many times were it had been a draw for hours. Jon has said that the only reason he was any good was because she told him that it was like battle tactics.
She was also right about the Westerlands. Most of the forces were small folk forced from their homes and families. Many heard that their villages were destroyed. While they were loyal to King Jon, many of the Northerner's didn't trust them. Leading them to Lady Reyne. Many of the Northern lords disliked it but they couldn't stop their men from being suspicious and driving the Westerlanders away.
However, it got very interesting when an envoy from Dorne.
Cliffy! Hope you enjoyed herlerh!