-It was no secret my father never loved my mother, so it wasn't surprising Lyanna Stark's resting place was the first place he wanted to go and it wasn't even more surprising that mother wanted to stop that. Even the smallest things she couldn't let go. Damn control freak!
Never trust a word my mother said, I knew that at the age of nine. It was obvious she wanted me by her side at all times for a reason. She hated whenever I'd rather spend time with Father and naturally I only spent more time with him.
The maids immediately lead me to my bed chambers, nonetheless, I wanted to see the Winterfell father would always gloat over.
Everyone was busy doing something for the feast, many people moving around was normal for me. However, what wasn't normal was a wolf cub walking by next to Ned Stark's bastard, Jon Snow.
"Is that a direwolf?" I squinted, raising my voice so he could hear.
He stopped in his tracks and gave me a very polite expression; "Yes, my Lady." He nodded.
"How in Westeros did you make a direwolf your pet?" I asked again, the things were supposed to be viscous yet there it stood, rather cute.
"We found them when they were pups gave them to all the Starks and raised them. Their mother was killed by something and a deer I forgot it was quite confusing." Jon Snow gave a small smile.
"Ah, What his name?"
"Ghost, my Lady." He answered, making ghost turned to Jon.
"Suits him. Your Lord Stark's oldest, Yes?" I looked up from the beautiful, cute beast to Jon.
"Yes, my Lady, bastard." He corrected, looking down and right back up.
"Whenever someone says that I think they're cursing and want to laugh." I joked, making him give a small chuckle, I couldn't tell if it was forced or not. I could never tell, if they didn't laugh they felt like they were insulting the princess, yet I wanted an honest opinion if it was funny or not. "Do you know how to use that sword? I'm so bored I was going to my chambers to sleep." I said, pointing at the sword around his waist. I was indeed going back to my chambers, everything felt a bit tiring when you don't know where to go.
He looked at his sword and smirked as if saying "please" making me want to challenge him even more with a wide grin on my face. "I'm not sure you'd want to, my Lady." Jon said in a more cocky tone.
"Nonsense, come on." I waved, walking to what looked like the training grounds, very rustic but still a training ground.
"Alright, but I'll go easy on you." Jon smirked, he had an act for being cocky.
Meanwhile I was going full out, not underestimating him. "Ahh, we'll see how long that keeps up." I grinned, taking positions, unsheathing my sword. I had one silver Baratheon sword, and two hand axes. I just loved throwing them.
I kept my stance, maintaining a firm grip on the sword, watching his every move. Jon lunged out to the right, I quickly blocked it, and the one to the left, and the one to the middle. He wasn't kidding when he said he would go easy. These were basic training moves.
When he struck at the center again, I quickly intangled the sword and kicked Jon's arm sending his sword to the group.
He gave a curious look, wondering how good I really was. A rush of energy kicked in, I loved when fights were decided by the participants skill. Good proper fight, although that wasn't what you always got.
Jon and I sparred for quick some time, each time he would go easy on me, and each time I would prove him wrong. "Alright, Alright, I get it. I won't go easy on you this time." He huffed.
"Finally." I smiled, a little too wide. Raising my sword with both hands. That one lasted what felt like forever and caught the attention of several people, servants who were supposed to be getting the feast in order, handmaids, and Robb Stark. Oh and there was the Greyjoy.
At the end, Jon and my sword got too close to the hilt as we clashed, and I gave his leg a hard kick, sending him to the ground. Luckily it wasn't muddy.
I laughed with a few huffs, my light armor felt heavy after that. Luckily I wasn't cold anymore.
Jon hit the ground. "I can't believe it." He shook his head as he got up. "How are you this good?" He squinted.
"Ah, my father is Robert Baratheon, and I begged him to teach me. He did happily, my grandfather is Tywin Lannister, also a very good fighter. 'Because you're a girl you'll have to work even harder, young Lyanna.' He would say. I got humiliated a few times." I said, doing my best impersonation of Grandfather making Jon laugh a bit.
"Please, you were pampered." He chuckled.
"I was, I admit it. I couldn't live in the cold, I'd be shivering by the fire most of the time." I sheathed my sword and put my hands to my hips.
"You'll get use to it." Jon replied, also putting his sword away.
I turned to the two men watching us like a hawk, Theon and Robb, however, it didn't feel like a good thing. "You're Theon Greyjoy, am I correct?" I asked, stepping closer.
"Yes, my Lady." He nodded, he seemed a bit bored of me.
"Would you like to try?" I asked, maybe he just didn't approve of girl fighters.
"No my Lady, I'm far too handy with the sword." He replied. Robb Stark, gave an annoyed squint and hit his arm, he thought it could go unnoticed because how close they stood but anyone could see how hard he hit him.
"What about you, Robb Stark?" I asked, turning my eyes to his I had the same feeling, a rush of energy like I was in a fight when I looked at the sea of blue that looked so distant.
"No, my Lady." He shook his head and looked at Jon.
"Uhh everyone's turning me down, I guess I'll go to sleep." I shrugged, beginning to walk away.
"You just haven't seen the best places of Winterfell yet." Jon said, making me stop in my tracks.
"No I haven't." I agreed.
"Come on, Robb." Jon waves as I followed him.
As we walked it was silent between us, awkward, even with the hustle of the castle.
"I'm not sure I like the idea of marrying someone I don't even know." Robb whispered to Theon Greyjoy.
"Who?" He immediately asked.
"Father said I'm to marry her." It was the first time I actually could hear Robb speak, his voice sounded like every other voice when I first heard it but now it sounded different. It was probably the northern accents.
"I thought she was a boy when I first saw her." Greyjoy added, making me clench my jaw and the hilt of my sword, my arm rested on. I was always wondering if I looked stupid or if I looked too much like a boy, I'd always question myself. But I taught myself not to care, not to care what anyone thinks.
"Would you two quit being so rude? Get to know her." Jon whisper yelled at them.
"She is pretty in a way." Greyjoy said, a little too attentive. Did they not know I could hear.
"Of course she's pretty, they're all pretty." Robb said in such a negative way it sounded like he hated me.
"Am I going the right way?" I turned and smiled.
"Yes, we'll run right into it." Jon said in a louder tone.
"I think she heard us." Greyjoy whispered to Robb.
"Of course she heard us." Robb whispered in more of a snarl.
Before I knew it I stepped into something I haven't seen before, it looked so majestic. A full blown tree with brown leaves and white roots sat in the middle of a lake and only a few trees. I don't know why, but it felt different.
Jon explained what the tree was and showed a few other places, the whole time it felt like Robb and Theon were dragging their feet following us.
The last place was the wall, standing above the gate. "So why did you come? If you don't mind me asking." Jon asked as we stood side by side. If I didn't know better I would think I was marrying him instead of Robb. He was a lot nicer, but not more good looking.
"Uhh my mother wants all the Starks dead and I'm here to kill them all." I joked, immediately realizing he didn't share the same sense humor as father, I still snickered. Especially his face, price less. Actually no, everything has a price.
"Ha you're joking." He laughed harder, mainly at himself.
"Sorry that was bad humor. I don't know, Something about the Hand. One day my father just said 'aye, we're going to Winterfell. I'm was excited, I rarely get to leave Kingslanding." I replied, making an impersonation of father, the roughest voice I could.
"You like it?" Jon asked.
"It's nice, but I don't know how you take the cold, you big cave man." I smirked, looking over at him.
"It's not even cold, and why cave man?" He smiled.
"Your hair, it's everywhere." I replied, he snickered again, being polite or if I was funny I will never know.
From the corner of my eyes, I could spot them a mile away. One of my mother's servants walking to me. "Excuse me, my Lady, your mother has sent for you."
My eyes automatically rolled; "Excuse me." I nodded at Jon, who politely nodded back. I stepped to the stairs were Robb stood, just looking at him felt good, it got the blood flowing; "See you tonight Robb Stark." I smirked, as I walked past to the stairs.
I didn't even want to talk to mother, she always gave me a headache, but I still did, obviously. I walked in to mother brushing her own hair, staring in the mirror.
"What is it you want, mother?" I sighed, my hand resting on my sword.
"Darling, we need to talk about this marriage." She replied, putting her brush down and turning to me.
I sighed, wanting nothing more than to leave.
"Listen to me, your father is sending you off to the north all alone, just say the words and we can go home. Robb Stark may be handsome but he's too much like his father." Mother said, her lips in a frown.
"How is that a bad thing again, mother? At least they don't spew out lies with every breath, or betray like a reflex. I will marry Robb Stark because that is what my father commanded of me. Are we done here?" I replied simply.
"He's going to announce it tonight." Mother said in a more upset tone, turning back to her brush and mirror
"You hate this marriage don't you." I sighed.
"I think my daughter should pick her marriage." Mother answered, brushing her long blonde hair.
"It's what I need to do. An alliance with the Starks and the Baratheons would only be in my interest." I said, walking closer to the door.
"You don't even care if he loves you or if you love him?" She turned, her eyebrow stern.
"That's not what marriage is about for royalty." I answered, bored eyes at mother. "Are we done here?"
"Go girl." She turned back, obviously not pleased. She was never pleased, especially with me. The moment I chose who I wanted to be like, who I wanted to be she disliked me. She had her favorite and I wasn't on that list. It's a strange thing, a mother's love. I could never get any of it, but I never wanted it.
{A/N: Hey people, thanks for reading! I changed the name with @929561902 recommending it. I also thought about Jocelyn but the editor and I decided on Rohanne after (one minute and gaming at the same time) of talking. Thank u all for reviewing! I've already written about 7 chapters before publishing and the first few are a bit dull but chapter 6 changes everything. It can't be explained well since it doesn't happen but Rohanne is the still born Baratheon boy. Just a girl and not a still born. Cersei may seem like a great mom and all but speaking from experience a child who wants to do something and the mother won't allow it and tell them it's for their own good will ultimately see their mom as controlling. Since Cersei did that time after time and Rohanne began to see a different side of her. Even if it's not necessary true. So! Thank u for reading and I appreciate the reviews! Enjoy!( ‿ )}
