A/N: I am so sorry that this did not update correctly. I would like to thank everyone who told me about this. Thank you, Pinkbeachlulu, Yuuki-Hime 2097, and Guest. I would have not known about this mistake without you guys.
Ella laid out on the grass. It was much warmer than the day before. Her Southern dress was the right amount of clothing for the heat of the day, though every breeze would chill her again, and every time the sun went behind a cloud she would wish for the sun to come back out.
She looked beautiful in the sun. Her black hair almost looked blue. Her eyes were clear, her skin was shining. She wore a Lannister crimson dress, with her breasts pushed up high, and reached even higher when she laid down.
Arya Stark found her there, and laid beside her.
"Do you fear your dress getting dirty?" Arya asked, looking over at the princess.
"Of course not. I fear being yelled at by my parents for ditching my guard again." Ella teased. "I have other gowns, Arya. My mother may be disappointed, but she is busy planning a wedding and getting a snow white dress made for me."
"So the wedding is taking place?" Arya asked.
"Two weeks." Ella told her. "Not long. I guess my father wants to leave here as soon as possible with the new additions to his horde."
"You will still be here, though. With Robb." Arya stated. "Can I stay here with you?"
Ella looked at the girl beside her. Her eyes showed how sad she was for the girl. "I have no power over that, but I do not want you to be taken from your home. No girl deserves that."
"But you are a girl too, and you are being taken from your home."
"I am a woman. I must follow my husband where he may lead me." Ella echoed what she had been told her entire life.
"Why not lead yourself?" Arya asked.
"Do not make me answer that, Arya. I like you too much to lie."
"What do you think of your bride to be?" Theon asked Robb as they spared with wooden swords in the yard.
"I like her." Robb told him. "She's good with Arya from what I can tell."
"She doesn't seem to like you." Theon stated.
"What makes you say that?" Robb asked, wondering if he had overheard their discussion the previous night.
"Well, for starters, Jon overheard her talking with the Imp." Theon stated.
"When?"
"Apparently she disappeared from the feast easily enough to get some air. The Imp was talking to Jon, and then left him to talk to her. He could hear what they were talking about. Couldn't you, Jon?" Theon called over his shoulder, giving Robb a moment to disarm him."
"Is it true?" Robb called to his half brother who was leaning on the fence.
Jon nodded slowly. "Do you really want to hear what she had to say? What her uncle had to say?"
Robb shrugged. "It can't be worse than what she has already said to me." He stated. "Go on, tell me."
"She doesn't want to marry you. She wants to be queen after her father." Jon told him. "I heard the Kingslayer talking often of her. He loves her and says she is much happier when she is at home, and she blames it on the 'Northern air'. The Imp seems to be her favorite, though. He is the one she always is honest with."
"So you're wife will be unhappy, but at least she is gorgeous." Theon stated, looking around, as if hoping to see her. "I don't know about either of you, but have you seen her tits bounce as she walks? Just imagine other activities-hey!" He cried as Robb slapped the back of his head.
"Not yours." Robb told him.
"She's not yours either." Theon replied. "Her mother and her are plotting to get her out of here. It's not like your father wants you married to a Lannister either. It's all because the king believes that you are him and the princess is your aunt Lyanna. He has all but said so."
"Really, Theon? Because she kissed me last night." Robb stated.
Theon rolled his eyes. "I've heard the women talking. She's quite the flirt in King's Landing. Perhaps she will take you to her bed in hopes that you will withdraw from this marriage."
Jon rolled his eyes. "Either way, she wants the Iron Throne. She will fight for it when she gets the chance. She says Joffery will kill the kingdom and Tommen is too young."
"Does that make her more like her father or mother?" Theon wondered.
"It does not matter. If she gets the chance she wants the crown." Jon said. "I doubt she'd even think of what you wanted." He nodded to his brother. "She will leave you behind, or take you with her as a lap dog."
"Speak of the devil." Theon looked straight over Robb's shoulder and waved.
The other two boys turned to see what Theon was looking at.
Ella was running with Arya away from Nymeria and Grey Wind as they chased them, connected by their hands. Neither of the girls even saw them; they were too busy laughing as they ran. Ella tripped over her dress, since she didn't lift it high enough to stop her self from stepping on it, sending her onto the ground, and bringing Arya with her. The two dire wolves jumped on her. Though they were not fully grown, they were still quite large.
The three boys ran towards them, Robb yelling his dire wolf's name. "Grey Wind!"
The dire wolf didn't even look to his master, he was too busy licking the princess' face as she laughed.
"Who's a good dire wolf?" She said happily as she scratched his neck playfully. "You're a sweetheart, aren't you? Yes, you are."
The three boys stood staring at the two girls on the ground, looking unbelievibly confused by the princess. They expected this from Arya. They always expected this from Arya, but not from the shining princess from the South. They didn't expect her to laugh as an animal licked at her skin and nuzzled into her hand or chest. When Ella looked up to them she grinned.
"Sorry, I stole your dire wolf." She said, hugging the young wolf to her. She seemed happier today, and her smile seemed real; it reached her stormy blue eyes. When Robb didn't answer, she raised her eyebrows. "Has someone made you a mute since last night?"
"Ella!" Queen Cersei cried from the path thirty yards away. She seemed to be walking it with Lady Stark around the grounds. "Control yourself, daughter."
Ella's eyes widened and her smile dropped. She let the dire wolf go, and jumped to her feet as fast as she could. "Sorry, Mother. You know how I love animals so."
"You are a princess, Ella, act like one." She waved her daughter over. "Come here, I have some questions for you."
"Yes, Mother." Ella brushed off her skirts before turning to Arya and saying quietly. "Come to my room later, I'll show you how to fake the thing we spoke of." She winked at the younger girl, before walking with her head held high to her mother. She curtsied as she stood in front of them. "Mother, Lady Stark."
"Princess Ella." Lady Stark curtsied. "Are you enjoying your day?"
"Very much. Arya is a treat." She told the Lady of Winterfell, smiling softly. "Never have I ever seen someone so spirited."
"Besides you, of course." Her mother butted in, linking her arm with her daughter's. "Come, we are talking of the wedding."
"And you need my help?" Ella asked. She had asked to be left out of it the night before.
"We were talking about where the ceremony would be." Cersei said. "Would you rather be married in the Sept, or would you rather be married in the godswood at the heart tree?"
"I do not care." Ella told them. "Whichever Lord Robb prefers. I'm sure it matters to him more than I."
Cersei looked a bit upset by that, while Lady Stark just nodded. Cersei may or may not bring it up to Ella later. But it was true; Ella did not care in the slightest.
"Are there any other questions I can answer?" Ella asked when no one said anything else.
"Yes, the gown. Of course it will be ivory, but is there any thing else you would like?" Cersei asked.
"My crown." Ella stated. "The silver one."
Cersei nodded. "As you wish. It is your wedding. Do you care about any of this?" She sounded exasperated by her daughter.
"Of course I do, mother." Ella stated. "This is the rest of my life being decided for me without me." Though her words sounded friendly, and she smiled, her mother knew that she was still upset by this. Cersei couldn't blame her daughter, she was being sold just as she was when she was a few years older.
"Go clean yourself up," Cersei told her, touching her daughter's hair. "Your hair is a mess."
"As you wish." Ella said, curtsying. "Mother. Lady Stark." She turned and left, walking passed the three boys as she stormed inside the castle. Grey Wind followed her, nipping at her ankles until she commanded him to stop.
Of course her hair was messed up, she had been rolling around on the ground moments ago. Her mother didn't have to mention it, everyone already knew.
Honestly, she knew she was picking at things her mother did. She just wanted to let out her anger, and yet no one deserved her anger. Her father was doing what fathers do; actioning off his daughter for a stronger alliance. Robb was doing as his father told him. Lord Stark was doing as the king told him. This was just life, and it would be her daughter's life as well. No one could protect her from this.
Jaime swooped in behind her. "I know that look. Your mother has it often."
"I do not wish to speak, Uncle." She nearly growled, tearing pins from her hair to let it down.
"Shall I call for your maids?" He asked, walking beside her. "Do you even know where your room is?"
"I expect I will find it sooner or later." Ella decided, shaking out her hair.
He smiled. "This way, little princess." He placed his hand on the small of his back as he lead her down a corridor and to her room. When she made it inside, she was in tears.
Tears with Ella were always scary. They were always tears of anger. Even when she was a child, it was never because she was scared or sad, always because she was angry.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.
"I do not want to get married." Ella cried, her face a bit red from her anger. "And I have no one to blame for it. It should have happened years ago." She sneered the last word. "No. No. I know who to blame; my mother. If my mother had not raised me to be a queen, I would not have felt the need to be one."
Jaime reached to touch her arm, but she slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me."
He just grabbed her arm and pulled her into an embrace, strong enough to keep her there. "You are so much like your mother when you were her age." He stroked her hair. "Dark hair, blue eyes...but besides that you are the same." He sighed. "She wanted to be queen as well. Only she was willing to do whatever it took. You are unable to kill your kin, which I guess is a good thing. You shall never be a kinslayer."
"Says the Kingslayer." Ella whispered against his leather vest, holding him as tightly as he was holding her.
He laughed. "Yes, and look where it has gotten me." Jaime stated. "Now, you are going to clean up, you will make that child fall in love with you. Wait your turn and you may be queen one day. The crown fell into your mother's lap, I don't see why it shouldn't do the same for you."
