Jaime

"Should Jon participate in conversation instead of playing with his sisters?" Arianne Martell asked looking over at the children playing with the direwolves.

"Let them play. My little brother and his cousins, they're just children anyway." Aegon said. "Lord Jaime, do you have a War Room? A map of Westeros large enough to-"

"Yes." Jaime led them all to the war chamber where a map of Westeros and Essos was carved into a great map. Aegon walked over and took Targaryen pieces and put them back on the board.

Not out of the running just yet, I see.

"There is a flaw in your plan, Aegon." Arianne Martell said immediately after closely examining the placement of the dragons.

"And that is-"

"I understand having an alliance with the Lannisters is a good thing. The current boy king will be easy to pass. I'm sure he misses his mummy." Arianne glanced at Cersei. "But we should worry about the Queen. The Reach wanted the crown, we all know that. No doubt they will resist this new ruling."

"The North is sworn to us, Dorne, West. The Riverlands are bound to the north through the marriage between Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully. The Eyrie-"

"Lysa Tully is dead. Only one that remains is Petyr Baelish and the sickly boy Arryn." Cersei said.

"Baelish- Seven Hells." Rhaenys cursed.

"What?" Aegon asked with concern.

"Petyr Baelish sent a rider that said he would come visit the little bird he sent a few months ago." Rhaenys said.

"What about the little bird?" Aegon asked.

"Baelish helped Sansa escape the Lannisters. Sent her to Winterfell to make her happy in her home. Now he will go there an find oh! She likes the Lannisters now so he risked his life saving her for nothing." Rhaenys explained.

"Don't panic. Baelish will bend the knee and he will be removed from the Eyrie and Harrenhall. Such a great keep should not be given to scum from the Fingers. He will comply or we will kill him." Aegon decided leaning over the map. "If the Reach rebels, Dorne and the West surround them."

Jaime could tell Aegon was right. Tommen will need no coaxing to return to his mother, but the Rosy Bitch from High Garden will be a tough obstacle to cross.

"If anyone rebels we need only remind them of the dragons and then you may sing for us the Rains of Castamere. Which shall go to your brother Tyrion when Rickon is old enough to rule Winterfell. Rhaenys will have Dragonstone and considering my AUNT Daenerys is no longer a threat to my claim, she may rewarded Storm's End IF she returns Ser Barristan the Bold to the Crown so he may serve on the Kingsguard and not break his vow." Aegon said.

"What if Stannis rides south again?" Cersei asked curiously.

"We will crush him. He will be bathed in fire and blood." Aegon replied.

The meeting was over as quickly as it started but still Jaime didn't think it was right. Nothing could be this easy.

"Myrcella, you were so brave to day." Jaime heard Cersei say. He turned and saw his daughter standing there with her mother. "Where are the lions?"

"They're out hunting. They'll be back later. They like me mommy. Now I have a pet like Arya has Nymeria and Sansa would have had Lady had you not killed her on the Kingsroad." Myrcella said sadly.

Cersei bit her lip nervously trying to think of something to say.

"Do you want to play cyvasse with me?"

"What is it?" Cersei asked.

"It's a game." Myrcella replied leading her mother away.

Jaime went the other way to find Lyanna. She wasn't in her room so he went to the Godswood.

A black dragon glass sword was dripping with blood. She was nearly naked wrapping her torso. More wounds. One leg had a gash in the thigh and her face had a growing bruise. She pulled on her gown again and winced.

"You lead the defense." Jaime said. Lyanna turned with a gasp. "And you were in the vanguard."

"We Starks do that. We fight where fighting is thickest. Why expect our men to do what we can't? We are no different from them." Lyanna replied.

"Were the Red Cloaks bothered that you were a woman and not even from the West?"

"Only one." Lyanna said touching the bruise on her cheek. "But, as for the rest of them, nothing matters to anyone anymore. We just all want to survive." Lyanna replied reaching to tie her gown over her injured body.

"Here." Jaime bent down before her and tied her gown tight as he winced. She was a fighter.

"Jon's here. He's alive." Jaime said.

"What?"

"The dragons came in time. He's playing with the Stark girls and their direwolves." Jaime said.

"He's safe?" A smile krept over Lyanna's face. "Can he still walk? Is he a cripple?"

"No. Would you like to see him?"

"I can't." Lyanna sighed sad again.

"Why?"

"He'll hate me for when I suggested feeding Arya and Sansa to the Dragons. Remember? Do they know I've been here?"

"I don't think so." Jaime replied.

Lyanna cleaned the sword and sharpened it then sheathed it beneath her skirts on her leg opposite a Valyrian steel sword. She stood with slight difficulty then endured and walked normally hiding any weakness.

"How did you get that?" Jaime asked about her bruise on her face.

"From a Red Cloak? The one that seemed somewhat offended that a woman was taking charge. He hit me and said for me to return to my post at his feet."

"What did you do to him?"

Lyanna laughed lightly. "I conked him on the head and addressed all the others."

They walked aimlessly through the woods. It was beautiful through here. No one would bother them. There was the sound of leaves crunching and growling.

"Stop." Jaime ordered with his arms around Lyanna.

"Don't touch me!" She said pushing him off. They turned slowly. A MALE lion pounced. Not at them though. Two beasts took of running. Jaime and Lyanna took off after them more curious than anything.

The lion pinned down the hint.

It was a direwolf.

"Should we do something?" Jaime asked with his left hand on Brightroar.

"It's nature. A beast needs to eat." Lyanna replied.

The lion didn't eat the wolf. It turned the wolf over and took it from behind like any other lion. The direwolf howled in pain them rubbed its head and fell silent and rolled over while the Lion backed away.

"That was- absolutely-" Jaime began.

"Bizarre." Lyanna finished for him.

That means something." Jaime yelled.

"You're not marrying me!" Lyanna replied. Angrily walking quicker.

"Just listen to my reasoning!"

"Or lack of- leave me alone!" Lyanna picked up her skirts and ran despite her injuries.

"LYA!"

"No!"

Seven hells! The world is changing. Why does she still hate me?

She loves you. She's just afraid.

Oh shut up you know nothing.

"Father! The Targaryens are leaving today. We must bid them farewell." Myrcella called.

Jaime turned around and followed his daughter. The Targaryens took off on their dragons while Arianne Martell departed with all the Dornishmen. Twenty Lannister Red Cloaks escorted the Stark Girls back to Winterfell.

Uncle Gerion and the fifth injured soldiers were back home and being tended by all of Lannisport's Maesters.

Will I have to remarry?

Myrcella

She looked behind her to make sure no one was following. The sunlit hallway was empty and beautiful as always and the tower was dusty and dirty. She climbed the steps holding up her skirts and saw the Northerner standing by the window.

"You're back!"

"Only because I need to hide. It's a good hiding place. You can hide from Septa Eglantine. And your mum."

"Who are you hiding from?"

"A man."

"What does he want?"

"My cunt."

Does she mean to scare me?

"Did he rape you? Is that how you got that bruise? On your face."

"No. I got that from a Red Cloak before the battle who was insulted a woman took over."

"Is he the man looking for you?"

"No."

"I can get guards to protect you."

"They won't be able to protect me from him. I'll just stay here."

"Don't you get lonely? Always hiding."

"I've become used to it. It must be done."

Lyanna Stark looked so sad but it wasn't a type of misery. More of a longing. Longing for something she couldn't have. Of was afraid to.

"Remember what I told you. Tell no one I am here." Lyanna reminded her.

Myrcella could tell the Stark Lady wanted to be alone for now. So she left. Myrcella practiced archery but mother was busy. All she got was the disappointed expressions from her Septas and ladies in waiting. They dared not say anything in case she told her mom.

Where is mum today?

Myrcella looked all over the castle. Down every hall. Every room. Every chamber. Even the servants quarters and the kitchens. The lions returned and one of the lion cubs took to following Myrcella around.

"Where is she?" A voice asked.

"I don't know." Uncle Jaime replied.

"What if she left to Dorne?"

"Lyanna wouldn't do that. Why do you need to know where she is?"

"You need a lady."

"I have Cersei-"

"Jaime, I have always tried to be lenient with you and your sib kings because I know you had your father and Uncle Kevan to deal with but this must be done. You must marry."

"She hates me."

"Do you think Sansa Stark loved your brother when they married?"

"She still hates him."

"She admires him and likes him enough to return to him and tolerate his company and rule over Winterfell." Uncle Gerion said. "You will learn to love Lyanna Stark."

"She's old."

"She's younger than Cersei. Would you rather be married to a child?"

"I am Lord of Casterly Rock. I will do as I please."

"You have no heir."

"I have Tommen."

"Hill. A bastard can I inherit Rock. Your father would never approve."

"My father never approved of anything I did. Why should I try to please him while he lies in his grave?" Jaime asked.

"You should try to restore the family name-"

"To what? It's former state of being most hated?" Jaime asked.

"Just- do as I say. Ser Harys find the Northerner." Uncle Gerion ordered.

Myrcella ran. She had to warn Lyanna.

Wait- Lyanna was hiding from Uncle Jaime? Myrcella nearly fell rounding the corner. The hallway looked empty but the door to the tower was open. They must have known. No one could have beat me. Myrcella ran up the stairs. She heard crying.

"You cannot escape it." Uncle Gerion said.

Cersei stood by the far wall. Lyanna stood by the window crying. Jaime looked angry and uncle Gerion was just too serious to be Uncle Gerion.

"Why are you crying? Jaime did mention your plans to become paramour to some fancy Dornish lord."

"Yes one that won't treat me like PROPERTY!" Lyanna yelled. She looked over at Cersei.

"You know what it's like to suffer being shipped off to someone you don't like."

"Robert Baratheon abused her. I won't hurt you. You never even hav to see me if you don't want to."

"Then why do you make me remain here?" Lyanna was afraid. Afraid of pain. "I will not betray Rhaegar. Or Jon. I won't say the vows and you can't make me. You have no bribery. No hostage. I will do as I please."

"And that is."

"I will leave."

"Retain her while I speak with my sister." Jaime said taking Cersei's arm. Myrcella backed against the staircase and her parents didn't even know she was there.

"Cers, I'm sorry. It has to be done- and I love her." Jaime said.

Cersei sighed. She knew it all along. "I don't want to make this your fault but you only used me. You only wanted a sword hand. But I lost mine. You have yours now. You don't need me to be happy. We'll give you anything. Castamere. Whatever. Your own keep. You'll have Tommen and Myrcella. You'll be happy. I promise."

"I'm already happy with Myrcella. All I ever loved was my children. If it weren't for them if have jumped from the highest tower of the Red Keep and not even you could stop me. Go. Marry the Stark Bitch." Cersei replied leaving.

Jaime went back to the tower room alone as Myrcella watched.

"When will the ceremony be?"

"Tomorrow." Uncle Gerion said.

"Lock her in her new chambers. Keep her pretty and take her swords. Only for this evening and tomorrow." Jaime ordered. He swept out of the room. "Myrcella come!"

He knew?

Myrcella chased after her father and room his hand and looked back at Lyanna who was surrounded by red cloaks. She looked so uncomfortable in a nest of Red while she was wearing Stark Colors.

"Uncle Jaime, why did you do it?" Myrcella asked.

"Do what?" Jaime asked curiously.

"Why did you love my mother?"

"She's my sister. I have to love her."

"Let me rephrase that. Why did you fuck her-"

"How dare you! I should have your your tongue out."

"But you won't. Removing ones tongue proves nothing more than you FEAR what they have to say." Myrcella replied.

"You've become very unruly since Cersei gave you that how and arrow."

"And Uncle Gerion gave me a sword." She added drawing it.

Jaime rubbed his head in frustration. "Go to your chambers."

"And what am I supposed to do there?"

"Pack." Jaime ordered walking off quickly leaving his daughter there.

He would send mother and I away?

Myrcella ran to find Lyanna. She didn't care anymore. Apparently Mother knows she's here. And Uncle Jaime is marrying her.

"Let me through!" Myrcella ordered the guards out side the lady's room.

"We have orders to keep the Lady Lyanna under guard."

"Don't make me cut through you like cake!" Myrcella threatened. The guards only laughed so she sliced them both at the knee and kicked open the door.

"Myrcella, what have you done?" Lyanna asked looking at he blood."

"I wanted to see you! Uncle Jaime is going to send mother and me away."

"I wish her send me away. I don't want to be here." Lyanna sighed sitting down.

"I seen the way you look at him. The way you think of him. You love my father but you're afraid. He won't hurt you-"

"I know, it's just- it's complicated. After all that's happened, I don't deserve a knight or a lord."

"He's a cripple. No more. Just- please come visit."

"Will you hate me or your father if I have his children?"

"No. We can be friends. Like Arya and Jon Snow."

Lyanna smiled. "It truly is amazing how kind you are compared to your mother's former madness."

"That was because we were at King's Landing. The West is her place where she feels safe. Now she can relax." Myrcella sighed. She remembered chasing Tommen in the Red Keep. She missed Tommen. "I hope you don't go crazy living in the West since you grew up in the north."

"I also lived in Old Valyria for 16 years."

"So you should be fine with strange places."

"I just can't stand the people." Lyanna replied.

Myrcella looked at the northern lady with the bruise on her face and smiled.

The next day she was married to the Lion of the Rock and Myrcella departed for Castamere with her mum. She looked out the back window of the wheel house as her father disappeared holding the hand of the wolf Lady who had too much fear.

"Sit properly, my love." Cersei reminded her daughter gently.

Myrcella sat down and closed the window.

"When will Tommen and Lady Margaery come live with us?"

"Soon. Hopefully."

Mum didn't seem pleased. She looked like she wanted to kill the doe eyed whore.