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Chapter 11

The little she-wolf waited for her older brother wolf to arrive at her side as she reached the heart of the forest. She stood perfectly still and careful not to startle the prey that she has been eyeing for a while now. She can practically hear the heartbeat and the gush of blood flowing in its veins with her heightened hearing. She licked her lips as she smelled its intoxicating scent.

Finally when her brother came they quickly positioned themselves in attack, the deer was bigger than the two of them since they were still young that is why they needed to pounce on it together. They moved forward, silently lifting their paws from the ground and stalked their prey which was still grazing on the soft grass clearly unconscious of what will happen to her.

The scent of the deer became overwhelming and her older brother suddenly snarled and dived for it, but before he can reach it, the deer started run away. She glared at her brother and growled at him angry for his carelessness causing them to lose their prey again. The snow white wolf with blood red eyes, her twin brother whimpered softly and nudged the side of her head asking for sort of apology, she accepted it and then lifted her head and trotted away.

Again, they were to hunt the deer that got away. It may have run but they can still smell it and it was still nearby. She and her brother ran and followed its trail, this time they were more careful and even more silent than the first approach. When they finally cornered the deer, they jumped together and she went for its throat while her brother went for its leg to immobilize it once her attack fails.

The taste of blood entered her mouth and she felt a warm sensation coming into her stomach as she drank it. The deer fell on the forest ground still warm and its pulse still beating but it won't be too long before its life fades from it.

She and her brother feasted for its meat, tearing its limbs and muscles and enjoyed the warm feel and taste in her mouth. As soon as they were satisfied, they left its carcass lying there for scavengers to finish.

Lyanna's eyes opened wide and she hurriedly sat up on her bed, panting, sweating and tasting the blood in her mouth. She hurriedly looked at her surroundings and found out that she was still inside her room in Winterfell. Her dream, it was so vivid and she had not experienced it as an observer but she was the wolf herself. What's surprising is that, her brother wolf looks exactly like Ghost. And she swore that the dream seemed so real that it could have happened in reality.

She looked around to check for Meraxes and saw that her wolf wasn't inside her room. Probably Jon had taken her wolf outside for early morning walks that Ghost and Meraxes often enjoy. She glanced at the window and learned that it was still early. She sighed and moved to walk to her bathing room.

As her feet hit the cold marble floor, she hurriedly stood up and checked if her left ankle was still hurting. The maester visited her yesterday and told her that she can go out of her room once she won't be feeling pain while walking. There was no pain whatsoever so she confidently strutted towards the small baths located inside her chambers.

Today, she'll probably go to the yards and practice her bow or watch Jon and Theon spar. She hasn't seen Robb for days now but she was certain that her older brother had probably visited her when she was unconscious and she wondered how he reacted to the news of her betrothal with Jaime Lannister.

When the betrothal entered her mind, she can't help but blush as she glanced at the winter roses arranged on a small vase near her bed. She moved towards it and smelled its sweet fragrance and smiled. Yesterday, Jaime visited her again after his sudden detachment two days ago. She didn't really mind it but she was happy that he visited her again (this time with flowers) and they continued to talk about their childhood.

She learned many things from him and she somehow became intrigued with Casterly Rock. He told her of how he would jump off from the cliffs of the Rock down to the sea. She suddenly felt the surge of excitement growing inside her as she learned many things about her future home.

Jaime had been too kind with her, as he went to visit her yesterday, he brought not only the roses but also he had arranged lunch to be delivered in her room and they ate together (she didn't choke again). She dreamily sighed as she remembered his soft smiles and laughs. She wondered if he would spend his time with her today.

She hurried towards the baths and readied herself. Since she was sick, she didn't have time for her appearance but now, she thought of maybe dressing up a bit. As Jaime's betrothed she felt that she needed to look presentable so that she won't embarrass him. She had to live up to the standards of Lannisters as they were considered as the wealthiest family in the realm.

Her bath consists of warm water, the scent of lavenders and aloe. She scrubbed herself and her hair clean before she finally rinsed herself.

She went out of the baths to dry her body and hair. She put on a simple grey shift and moved to comb her wavy hair which was now reaching her hips. As soon as her hair dried, she went to the closet and checked for available dresses.

She didn't really have the luxury of having a lot of presentable dresses but she does her best to save money from the allowance their father gave them every month to buy materials for her gowns. Even if she had been a disaster in sewing when she was young, she forced herself to learn so that she could be able to make herself wonderful gowns like Sansa does.

A simple grey gown with embroidered vines and flowers caught her eye and she put it on. It didn't have complicated laces so she didn't really need assistance to put it on, it hugged her developing womanly figure but it was rather modest. It has slits on each side that reaches her knees for her to move freely when she decides to use it for sparring or horseback riding. A pair of grey colored trousers came with it so that her legs won't be exposed. She paired her dress with a set of grey shoes.

She then moved to braid her hair into her preferred fish tail style. She smirked at her reflection in the vanity and poured her favorite winter rose perfume before she headed outside.

"Lya, are you sure that you can already go out?" Jon said as the two of them met at the hallway leading to the Great Hall. She rolled her eyes. Her brother seemed to make her feel that she was having some sort of disease that she can't go out of her bed.

"Of course brother! Maester Luwin told me that I can go out as long as I don't feel pain on my ankle, which there isn't so I'm fine now." She said as she linked her arm around his and they started walking towards the hall.

"That's great to know. Do you want to join me and Theon break our fast? We will spar afterwards. Maybe you'd like to watch too?" He asked.

"That would be nice. I haven't seen Greyjoy for days now. Have he even visited me when I was sick? I'm beginning to think that he isn't my friend." She mocked sulked and Jon laughed.

"Theon and Robb had been visiting you every day but of course you won't know that because you're unconscious."

Her heart leapt at the mention of Robb visiting her but feels saddened by the fact that she was now betrothed and she and Robb haven't settled their "score" yet with each other.

"Are you alright? You suddenly became silent?" Jon then asked and she looked at her brother absently.

"I-I'm fine. Just a little bit dizzy but I'm fine."

Jon looked at her almost weighing if she was telling the truth or not. They were now standing on the arch of the great hall and they were interrupted when Arya suddenly run towards her when she saw her.

"Lya! I'm glad you're okay!" Arya chirped and she smiled at the concern of her little sister.

"I'm fine now little wolf. How about you? Did you give Septa Mordane headache again? Or did you play another prank on Sansa?" She asked and Arya shook her head.

"I haven't done anything. I'm worried about you and Bran. But I'm happy that you are now okay Lyanna." Her youngest sister said and she felt her heart touched by her sincere act of concern.

She too was worried with Bran after Jon told her that both of them were caught in an accident but Bran was worse. She didn't even believe that Bran would fall after the hundredths of time she climbed the towers and walls in Winterfell. A part of her believes that someone might have been behind it and it wasn't just a simple fall.

They moved to the dining table and Arya started to complain again about how Septa Mordane would complement Sansa's stitching and totally ignore hers. Then Arya told her that she wanted to learn swordsmanship like how they were taught by Uncle Elbert.

At the mention of the man she then wondered where he is, she rarely saw him when the Royal party arrived in Winterfell.

"Have you seen Uncle Elbert?" She then asked Jon before she nibbled her bread. Jon shook his head as he drank water to help him swallow the egg he just munched on.

"Haven't seen him. Father said he was sent to White Harbour to check on the trade between Pyke and the North." Jon answered and she just nodded.

Robb then came inside the great hall and was surprised to see her.

"Hey Robb!" She greeted her older brother but suddenly he went away without even greeting her back like he used to. She frowned.

"What's wrong with you and Robb?" Theon suddenly asked and she swallowed her bacon hurriedly. "You have been avoiding each other after the King came in Winterfell and he somehow acts a bit edgy and irate."

Well, she can't just tell him that they had a "lovers quarrel" or probably it would have been "breakup" because they won't be together again after the betrothals.

"I don't have any idea." She lied and let Theon and Jon weigh her words.

"So, how do you feel being engaged to the Kingslayer? I heard that you'll be marrying him within a fortnight." Theon then said and she winced at the mention of Kingslayer.

"Don't call him that. His name is Ser Jaime. It is not good to call him that name." She warned but Theon shrugged.

"The King calls him that, your father too. I don't see anything wrong with calling him by that name. He did kill a king you know." Theon countered and she frowned.

"A mad king." She corrected. "A mad king who probably deserved his death."

"And he broke his vows and killed him despite being a kingsguard tasked to protect the King."

"He must have a reason why he did that. If I were in his shoes I would probably do the same. He was young when he served the Kingsguard you know. He probably was horrified by the mad things Aerys done." She countered again and defended her fiancee.

Even if she doesn't know why he killed the Mad King, she still thinks that he probably had the reason why he did that and refused to tell her father.

"Stop it Theon. You should respect Ser Jaime; he'll soon be part of the family just like you." Jon said and Theon snorted in response.

"I'm not even in anyway related to you." Theon replied.

"You might not be but we considered you a brother Theon." Jon replied and she nodded.

She and Theon were not the closest but she had considered their father's ward as a brother even if he did try to kiss her once and was rewarded by a beating from Robb.

After breakfast, Theon and Jon went to spar while Lyanna visited the library to get a book and followed the two outside. It was neither hot nor cold so she decided to sit outside and read a book about the Targaryen dragons while watching her brother and friend practice sword play.

Meraxes and Ghost finally showed up and she was surprised to see blood on their fur almost like in her dreams but she shook the thought away from her mind. She sat near the kennels while Ghost lay on the ground and Meraxes jumped on her lap.

The two of them were now as big as a middle size dog despite just being a month old. She was also surprised that their direwolves already knew how to hunt in an early age but she bets it was because they were different breeds from the usual wolves just like dragons are.

She continued to stroke Meraxes fur while she read an entry about Silverwing, Queen Alysanne's dragon when Prince Joffrey and his body guard Sandor Clegane appeared a few meters beside her, their eye fixed on Jon and Theon practicing.

"It's so pathetic seeing the bastard and the rebel ward fighting off each other. They aren't even using real swords. Don't you think so dog?" The Prince said in a tone he never used when speaking with Sansa.

How arrogant. She thought to herself. Just by looking at his elegant fingers and hands she bets that he hasn't even swung a sword himself. She knew because years of wielding swords started to make hands calloused but she was able to cure it by massaging her hand and applying some oil after practicing her swords.

She never wanted to cross paths with the Prince; she had observed him with Sansa and Lyanna thought that he was nothing more than an insolent little prick. She doesn't know what Sansa saw in this golden haired boy who was rather irritating and has a woman's mouth.

"I could easily defeat them with one swift move." He spoke again. "And why does Lord Stark allowed the traitor's son and his bastard even join us here? He should be keeping them away. It is an insult to the royal family to see even mingle with these people."

Lyanna gritted her teeth. It was too much now, even if he was a Prince, he doesn't have the right to insult her brother and Theon. And here in Winterfell, their Lord father treated them equally not caring if they were sons of traitors or bastards.

She slammed her book shut and looked at the golden prince with contempt.

"If you are so confident about your skills your grace, how about we try it? I would be honoured to be your competition."

She smirked; the Prince looked at her with his cold hateful eyes that were almost the same shade as his Uncle Jaime's. She sometimes wondered if the boy was even his father's son. He looked nothing like Robert Baratheon and he was purely a Lannister with his golden hair and green eyes that were always cold and full of malice.

"I don't spar with woman girl." He answered, Lyanna knew that dangers of her current actions. She shouldn't be talking to the prince this way, especially when he was with his bodyguard.

The King and the Queen might punish her for her insolence and lack of manners but still, she wanted to teach him a lesson for even saying that his brother and Theon lacked the skills. She bets that she can even take him down in a matter of seconds.

"Oh, I may be woman your grace but I can wield a sword as any man would do. Do you want to try your grace?" She taunted him again and Ghost and Meraxes both growled angrily.

She noticed the Prince flinched and took a step back at the sight of her direwolf but she didn't mind. See, the direwolves were already enough to make him wet his pants and he can't even say yes to a woman challenging him! Such a pity.

"Just because my father legitimized you and my uncle wants to marry you doesn't give you the right to speak to me that way, bastard whore!" He hissed and Lyanna gasped and Meraxes and Ghost growled even louder. How dare this Prince insult her, he had no right, she gritted her teeth at his comment and her fists curled into stones.

Somehow she felt relieved that Jon was a few meters away and he can't hear the conversation.

You stupid little prick. I'm gonna tear your handsome face apart.

Before she can even respond a voice interrupted them.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you about manners and respect Joffrey? Lady Lyanna here will be the wife of your Uncle Jaime and the future lady of the Rock. Your father will be displeased if he'll hear that you called the daughter of his best friend a whore. So will your Uncle, I'm not sure how he'll take it once he knows you called his betrothed a whore."

Standing now beside her was Tyrion Lannister; he was smiling as he looked at his nephew who was now red with rage.

"I don't care. I don't even know why grandfather agreed to this marriage." He answered. Tyrion just sighed. "She's nothing but a legitimized bastard and there are so many highborn ladies that are far worthy of Uncle Jaime."

Ah, so because I was a bastard I don't deserve your uncle? Mind you idiot Prince, I may not be a trueborn I still am worthy to marry someone.

"Lady Lyanna is worth a hundred highborn ladies and her beauty and grace exceeds them. It's a perfect match don't you think? The most handsome man in the Seven Kingdoms and the beauty of the North. I'm sure your grandfather wants to see some brown haired grandchildren with sense rather than seeing dumb golden princes like you… Apologize to her immediately or your Uncle Jaime will hear of this."

Lyanna's heart almost swelled when Tyrion called her beauty of the North but didn't stop giggling when the dwarf called his nephew a dumb golden Prince. Joffrey shot her a warning look and glared at his uncle before he mumbled a very silent apology.

"I heard your father ask you to pay your respects to Lord and Lady Stark about their young boy. Why don't you go there instead?" Tyrion said and Joffrey smirked.

"Why would I do that? The boy means nothing to me. My visit won't change the fact that he'll die and I can't stand the wailing of women. " The Prince answered and Lyanna's knuckles lose its color at his words. She may never be close to Lady Stark but Bran was her brother. When they were all busy praying for his safety this idiot doesn't even care.

She was now ready to stand and hit him when she felt a warm hand stop her; she looked down to see Tyrion holding her arm. He was smiling at her and the look on his eyes almost says "let me handle this."

A loud slap echoed through the courtyards and Lyanna winched at the sound of it. She didn't expect the little man to hit his nephew but she rather felt satisfied and even smirk at it. She saw the Hound's lips also formed into a thin smile and she wondered why. He didn't even move a bit when Tyrion raised his arm to his nephew but maybe the Hound also thought that his master needs a beating.

"One word and I'll hit you again." Tyrion warned, Joffrey held his face, his nostrils flared with rage and his face was as red as the slap mark on his cheek.

"I'm telling mother!" He exclaimed and Lyanna felt nervous, she would surely be punished. Tyrion rewarded him with another slap, this time on the opposite side of where he hit him first.

"Go tell your mother! But first you will visit Lord and Lady Stark, you will fall on your knees and tell them how very sorry you are and that your prayers are with them. Do. You. Understand?"

"You can't…!" Another slap again and Lyanna doesn't know if she'll still feel nervous but right now she enjoyed watching Lord Tyrion slapping his nephew and she wondered how it would feel like if she can also slap the Prince. Ah, the feeling of Joffrey's warm face under her hands and the stinging sensation of the slap made her excited.

Jon and Theon already noticed the commotion and watched them curiously, she just signalled them not to join and the two returned sparring.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" The dwarf asked again. This time, Joffrey didn't answer and instead walked passed them, hitting her shoulder in the process. Tyrion smiled triumphantly and the Hound snickered before his expression changed into something serious again.

"He'll never forget that little lord." The Hound spoke for the first time.

"I hope so. If he forgets be a good dog and remind him." He said before he turned to her. "Lady Lyanna, how about you accompany me instead? I would like to know my future sister a little better." He offered her his hand and she gladly accepted it and tucked the book under her arm.

Meraxes followed behind them and Tyrion gave the wolf a knowing look. Meraxes seemed to behave around Tyrion probably thinking that the half man was no harm to his mistress. They started to walk towards the gates of the castle up to the town.

"You shouldn't have done that my lord. Prince Joffrey might take it against you and tell his mother." She said. Tyrion just chuckled.

"Oh, don't worry, his father rather encourages me to discipline his child. Cersei failed to groom him to become a proper Prince. He instead acts like an insolent brat. I'm sorry if he insulted you or your brother." He responded. Somehow she felt that she and Tyrion might become good friends in the future. The little lord was nice and funny.

"By the way, I would like to congratulate you on your engagement to my brother. I'm happy that he is finally taking off his white cloak and will leave King's Landing. The place gave him nothing but nightmares."

"Nightmares?" She asked, confused. Why would Jaime experience nightmares in King's Landing?

"Surely you know about what he did to the Mad King?" She nodded. "His actions and the war years ago still give him nightmares."

"Would you also go with us to Casterly Rock?" She asked out of nowhere. She was still afraid of living in a keep without someone she knew. If only she could bring Arya with her.

"I think so; my brother would love to have me there. And I will be happy to be of your company Lady Lyanna. I believe that you will be a good wife to my brother." He said and she blushed.

"I hope so my lord. I haven't talk to your brother yet but I hope we can get to spend time with each other before our wedding." Tyrion sighed at that.

"Jaime is just surprised about the news. All his life he thought that he'll forever remain a Kingsguard but I know that he is destined to become a good Lord. He'll come around soon." He said that with a smile and Lyanna felt reassured. She'll wait for Jaime to open up and hopefully it won't take long. She wanted to learn more about her Lord Husband.

"Thank you my-"

"Tyrion. You'll now be a part of the family so you can call me by my name." He said.

"Of course. Thank you for your advice Tyrion. Perhaps you can also call me by my name. I'm still not used to be called Lady Lyanna." She replied and the little lord chuckled.

Then his eyes moved to the book she tucked under her arm.

"You're a fan of dragons?" He asked and she chuckled.

"Yes, I have been interested with them since I was young. My father said that I could identify every dragon from Aegon the Conqueror up to the last dragon and their riders when I was young. And up until now I still now each dragon's name and their riders by heart."

"Interesting. I too am a fan of dragons. How about history? Do you also like history?" He asked again and she nodded.

"Yes, what's your favorite part? Mine's the conquest and the Dance of the Dragons." She said.

"You're a big fan of the Targaryens. I think the King wouldn't like that but I think that they did have an interesting addition to our history. Mine's the Blackfyre rebellion and of course the Doom of Valyria." He replied and she was amazed by how the two of them had the same likes. "I do think you'll like Casterly Rock, the library there is three times bigger than Winterfell's, and there are a lot of books there about history and dragons."

"Wow. I think I'm starting to feel excited about Casterly Rock." She exclaimed and Tyrion smiled in response.

"And I am excited to have you as part of our family. I believe you are now my favorite sister." Tyrion said and she smiled. "Anyway, I think I need to do something, let me escort you back to the keep?" She nodded and they hurried back towards castle.

She wondered if the Queen will be as welcoming as Tyrion.

Hopefully she's not as bad as her son. She thought but then, you can't really judge a book by its cover.

I hope its not that bad (rewrote it for the third time, the first one doesn't have the wolf dreams). Sorry if the Joffrey scene is not that good (I needed him to be despicable, sorry too common but he'll do fine in the future chapters still not now). I'll try to do my best and write a better chapter next.

Let me know what you think about this chapter, reviews and suggestions are welcomed and I'll try my best to accommodate it. Thanks once again. :3

I might be rewriting the first chapters and I might also change Meraxes name and color, since Lyanna's real name here is Visenya and her dragon's name is Vhagar, so I think I'll probably use another name that is more neutral and is not related to dragons but still related to Targaryens. Lyanna is a die-hard Targaryen fan if you noticed. LOL, I hope you won't be angry with the changes. :)

Up next: Aside from the mystery harp Jaime notices something in Lyanna, and a Robb/Lya scene. See you all soon! :)