I hope I'm not going to quickly with this story. I've literally never written this much dialogue before so yell at me if you can't understand it haha.

Disclaimer: I don't own GOT

Tyrion woke to the smell of shit, which wasn't entirely unusual, but never a happy way to wake. He grunted, opening his eyes to find a dog kissing his face in what seemed to be an animal pen of some sort.

"Better-looking bitches than you're used to, Uncle," Came the grating voice of his least favorite Nephew. Tyrion stood quickly, wiping the hay from his clothes. "My mother's been looking for you. We ride for kings landing today." Tyrion thought of the Stark boy, poor Brandon Stark whose small body had been dragged into his rooms, his legs bent his body frail. The boy's own dog, The Hound, stood with him, casting a shadow over Joffrey.

"Before you go, you will call on Lord and Lady Stark and offer your sympathies." He told his nephew, thoughts of his poor niece's tears over her soon-to-be good-brother made him angry at the lack of any kind words from her brother. Erina had such a kind heart compared to Joffrey's cold and frail one.

"What good will my sympathies do them?" Joffrey scoffed,

"None." Tyrion answered honestly, "but it is expected of you. Your absence has already been noted. Your sister has been praying with Lady Sansa and their family for the past two weeks."

"The boy means nothing to me." The blond looked back over to the hound, "And I can't stand the wailing of women-" SMACK. Tyrion hit the boy across the face and he whimpered like a beaten animal.

"One word and I'll hit you again."

"I'm telling mother!" SMACK, who knew hitting princes could be so satisfying, he would thank Cersei later for giving him the opportunity.

"Go." Tyrion laughed, "Tell her. But first, you will go to Lord and Lady Stark and you will fall on your knees in front of them and tell them how very sorry you are, and that you are at their service, and that all your prayers are with them. Do you understand?"

"You can't!" SMACK

"Do you understand?" Joffrey didn't say a word, pushing past him in the direction of the Starks.

"The prince will remember that, little lord." The Hound said gruffly.

"Good," Tyrion replied. "If he forgets, be a good dog and remind him?" Tyrion turned on his heel, "Ah, time for breakfast!"

The great hall was empty besides a table occupied by his family a few maids and a guard at the door who saluted him ever so nicely.

"Bread." He told a maid, "And two of those little fish." He walked down to his brother, sister, and nieces and nephews, "And a mug of dark beer to wash it down. And bacon. Burned black." Tommen made a face at his order. "Hyah!" Tyrion said, lifting his Nephew over so he could sit by his older brother.

"Little brother," Jamie said amused.

"Beloved siblings," Tyrion greeted his brother and sister, receiving a hateful smile from his sister. Erina and Myrcella sat next to Cersei, Myrcella closer to her mother as usual. It was obvious to anyone that Cersei preferred her younger daughter. Erina looked awful mournful these days, but he supposed it was because she was surrounded by grieving Starks. She picked at her food, the girl's skin had paled considerably since her arrival in Winterfell and Tyrion wondered what she'd look like once she lived in Winterfell entirely.

"Eat niece," Tyrion told the girl, looking at Cersei who was entirely too concerned over her blond daughter and not over the daughter who was looking almost sickly.

"Is Bran going to die?" Myrcella asked, pulling his attention.

"Not," Tyrion said, eyeing Cersei who he was suspicious of having some involvement in the boy's fall.

"What do you mean?" Asked Cersei,

"The maester says the boy may live." Tyrion smiled, watching as his older siblings shared a look.

"It's no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain," Cersei muttered uncharacteristically, earning a glare from her oldest child who usually would never dare even look at the queen.

"Only the gods know for certain." Tyrion said, chewing a piece of bread, "All the rest of us can do is pray." Erina nodded, finally putting a bite of her own breakfast into her mouth. "The charms of the North seem entirely lost on you," Tyrion told the queen with a playful smile.

"I still can't believe you're going," Erina said and everyone looked at her, it was the first time she'd spoken anything but a prayer in days.

"Well it's ridiculous," Cersei interrupted, "Even for you."

"Where's your sense of wonder? The greatest structure ever built!" Tyrion said, hoping to elicit a giggle from a niece or two, "The intrepid men of the nights watch! The wintry abode of the White Walkers-" He said in a mock scared tone.

"Tell me you're not thinking of taking the black." Jaime nudged seriously. Tyrion popped more food in his mouth,

"And go celibate?" he snorted, "The whores would go begging from Dorne to Casterly Rock." Myrcella giggled and Erina gave a small smirk, "No," Tyrion said finally, "I just want to stand on top of the wall and piss off the edge of the world." Tommen was laughing in the laugh children give when they knew they shouldn't be hearing something.

"The children don't need to hear your filth." Cersei spat at Tyrion, "Come." She ordered them but Erina didn't move. Cersei didn't attempt to make the Raven-haired girl follow as she walked out of the room, trailed by two anxious-looking blonds.

"Even if the boy lives, he'll be a cripple," Jaime said, looking at Erina and not his brother to whom he was speaking. "A grotesque. Give me a good clean death any day."

"Speaking for the grotesques, I'd have to disagree." The dwarf spoke, "Death is so final, whereas life... Ah, life is full of possibilities."

"I hope the boy does wake." Erina said, standing up from her chair and peering down at her taller Uncle, "I'd be very interested to hear what he has to say." Tyrion was surprised to hear her accusatory tone.

"Erina-" Jaime spoke.

"-Accuse me." The princess said, pushing away from the table. "I have praying to do." The brothers sat in silence for a second.

"Surprising, the boys fall." Tyrion eyed Jaime, "He seemed so sure-footed."

"My dear brother..." The tall blond said, "There are times you make me wonder whose side you are on."

"My dear brother," Tyrion replied. "You wound me. You know how much I love my family."

Jon was at the forge, waiting for the present he was to give Arya before she left to be done when he spied the princess walking towards him. Her hair was down and her footing was sure. He had managed to avoid the Princess these last few weeks, seemed only right she'd finally corner him on his last day. She wore a dress of blue which made her look pale in the cloudy light of day. But not how his sisters looked pale, in today's light she looked like a northern goddess come vengeful.

"Jon Snow." She greeted him, "You haven't said a word to me in two weeks."

"Yeah well, I have a reminder not to." Jon touched his jaw which was still bruised from Robb's not-so-gentle warning. "So why don't you leave me with it. Robb's just forgiven me since I'm leaving for the wall."

"I heard about that- and are you sure about the Night's Watch?" She asked, "It's not all noble men like yourself. Criminals get sent to the brotherhood more often than volunteers. My father sends at least thirty of our worst to the wall every year." Jon Snow mulled over her words.

"And what would kissing the princess get me? My head chopped off?"

"Sword for the wall?" She asked sharply changing the topic, pointing at the forger, "Have you really swung one yet?"

"Of course I have." Jon Snow scoffed, he had swung one at her!

"Really at someone, I mean." The princess put coldly. "It's a strange thing, the first time you cut a man." She whispered loud enough for only him to hear, "You realize we're nothing but sacks of meat, blood, and some bone to keep it all standing." Jon looked down at her with a morbid curiosity. "Let me thank you ahead of time, for guarding us all against the perils beyond the wall. I'm sure a good man like you is sorely needed to defend against... white walkers, wildlings, and the like."

"We've guarded sorry Princesses like yourself for 8000 years." Jon spat at her as she turned to leave,

"It can't be 'we' already." Erina snickered, "You've taken your vows then?"

"Soon enough," Jon bit at her.

"It certainly couldn't be." The Princess remarked before turning on her heel.

Erina's mother had convinced the king to let her and Robb ride with the Kings army down the King's road until they reached the Twins. Later that day she climbed on the back of Knight and followed closely behind her betrothed as they said goodbye to Winterfell.

She stole a glance in the direction of Jon Snow as he rode after his Uncle, to her surprise he was staring back at her. Erina wished she had been kinder the last time they had talked, but she was never very good at hiding her emotions.

Erina had spoken much to Robb the last couple of weeks, they had prayed for his brother together, he told her about Winterfell and what duties his mother had that Erina would inherit when she was his lady. Robb was admiring, he looked at her as though he had won a great prize. Erina wondered if it would ever stop feeling like she was a gift given to him by the king.

It was a months-long journey but they would stop every night to set up camp. Robb trailed after her like a lost pup and everywhere she went, he and his direwolf followed at her feet. It was charming, she supposed, he was certainly smitten. Theon, who had been allowed to travel with them so that he could be in the party that accompanied them back, made fun of her Fiancé.

"She's not going to disappear if you look away." The new hand of the king said one night to his son, this elicited a howl of laughter from Theon Greyjoy and Arya Stark. But Erina, ever the faithful, held in her smile and rested a hand on Robbs, which made him give a smug look to Theon.

A couple of days after their departure, Erina spotted Sansa in a precarious situation, trapped between Ser Ilyn Payne, and The Hound. The poor girl looked terribly frightened so Erina came to her rescue.

"My lady," Erina interrupted, "Ser Ilyn, Ser Clegane." Erina had gained favor with the hound by being the only one to call him by his name. "Do you mind if I borrow Lady Sansa, I need her to teach me some of her fine needlework?" Erina looped her arm through Sansa's, pulling her away from the two men.

"I'd be happy to Princess," Sansa said excitedly. Once they were out of earshot Erina smiled at the girl.

"I lied," She whispered to the redhead, a small smile on her lips. Sansa looked relieved,

"Thank you for saving me Princess," The girl smiled at her. Even though Erina was four years older than the Stark girl they were almost the same height.

"Please, call me Erina. We are to be sisters, remember?" Sansa smiled widely, "The sun is finally shining," She told the girl, "Come walk with me?" The two girls traveled down to the river, walking hand in hand as Erina told her about life in the capital.

"And is the castle really red?" Asked Sansa,

"Just the Keep," Erina replied, "Oh but you'll love court, and we certainly have more desert in Kingslanding than in Winterfell."

"do you have lemon cake?" Asked Sansa,

"Yes sweet girl, we have lemon cake,"

The light shown on the water's edge, shimmering nicely. The tree's swayed kindly in the wind as birds chirped sweetly at the sun's appearance.

Suddenly they heard a commotion down by the river, where three young-looking figures seemed to be arguing about something. She then recognized the tallest of the three as her younger brother.

"Arya?" Yelled Sansa, the shortest of the three turned her head to look at them.

"It's not a sword, my prince, It's only a stick." Said the other boy to her brother. Erina was too far from the three of them to stop whatever was happening before Joff scoffed at the boy.

"And you're not a Knight." Her brother spat, "Only a butcher's boy." He held his sword to the poor boy's face and began to cut.

"Joffrey!" Erina screamed at him. "Joffrey stop it at once!" She ran to them from where she and Sansa were standing. Suddenly Arya hit the boy firmly on the back, causing Joffrey to fall to the ground.

"Filthy little bitch!" Joffrey yelled at her, taking his sword and swiping angrily in an unpracticed motion. Erina watched in horror as Arya's direwolf got more and more agitated.

"Stop it! Stop it both of you! you're ruining everything!" Sansa cried, as Arya fell to the grass and Joffrey held his sword to her throat.

"I'll gut you, you little-" WHAM.

Erina threw herself into her brother just before the dog could pounce, quickly taking the sword from his hands as Arya's dog stood protectively in front of her.

"You idiot!" she screamed at her brother, holding the boy down. Arya was tending to her friend's face and Sansa was crying. Erina got off of her brother. "Stand up you foolish boy." She bit, "We're going before father and Lord Stark where you will privately beg for forgiveness. You're lucky her wolf didn't tear you to shreds." She held his sword to his back. "The three of you will follow me." She ordered, forcing her brother along. She sent Arya ahead to tell her father what happened and by the time she and Joff arrived with the Butchers boy and Sansa the King, Queen, Lord Stark, and her uncle had been gathered.

"Finally." Her father said when she stepped into the room, "What's this that happened then, Erina?"

"I told you," Arya spoke, "Jo-"

"Arya hush." Lord Stark said, holding his daughter still in front of him.

Erina then recounted the tale as unbiased as she could, using the butcher boy's face and the blood on Joffrey's sword as evidence, leaving out the more unsavory language her brother used but making sure to tell them about his attack on the little lady Arya. "Joffrey has something he'd like to say to Lord Stark." She said once she was finished, pushing her brother forward. Joffrey didn't say a word.

"Speak boy!" Shouted the king.

"Mother!" Joffrey whined to the queen. But even Cersei had nothing to say. "I apologize, Lord Stark."

"Not to me." Ned said, "To my daughter and the butcher's boy."

"I'd rather-"

"Boy!" The king warned,

"I'm sorry." Joffrey put shortly in the two's general direction.

"I'm sorry about this Ned," The king told his hand directly, "I'll make sure the boy is punished." The king turned to her, "Thank you daughter, for not letting this get out of hand." Erina bowed and walked from the room, not realizing Robb was waiting at the entrance.

He quickly pulled her aside, around a corner, and kissed her firmly on the lips. It was her third-ever kiss. Erina didn't push this one away, instead, accepting it as a prize of her own.

"You're amazing, thank you for what you did for my sister, for that Northern boy." He said when they pulled apart. Erina looked up at his handsome face and pulled him in for a kiss of her own.

Joffrey was in a right foul mood for her last week traveling with them, but in sharp contrast, the Starks seemed to have accepted her as their own. Robb was pulling her away for kisses hard and soft, quick and passionate every chance he had. Sansa had made her an embroidered handkerchief with her name spelled across in gorgeous cursive letters.

Her uncle Jaime had taken to calling Robb her Shadow, and seemed not to like her betrothed.

"He's a little shit." Her uncle said one day as they had dinner outside together, they were watching Robb spar with Theon, "And look at him, you could easily beat him in a fight. If you were my daughter I'd find you a husband who'd be able to protect you, not just the first boy with a title I meet."

The caravan had stopped at Castle Strongsong and were staying with the House Belmore. It was their second night with the Belmore's and the party had taken to sitting outside to escape the heat of the late day.

"Robb is sweet," Erina laughed,

"A sweet boy won't save you when there's a war, a sweet boy isn't what you need."

"I need to not get married, Uncle," Erina remarked. She sighed, knowing it was pointless to complain, "Is mother still upset I embarrassed Joffrey?"

"That's one word for it." Jaime laughed, "Your mother is protective of Joffrey, he's-"

"-A boy? Blond?"

"-Not like you." Jaime Lannister finished, "But yes, those other things too."

"Jaime." called a woman's voice, it was her mother's. "Have you seen Myrcella?" Her uncle shook his head.

"I can look for her, mother," Erina said, The queen didn't even look in her direction.

"If you see her, tell her she needs to come inside."

Erina sighed, burying her face in her hands. Her mother left and her uncle patted her on the back apologetically.

"I'll go find her," Erina muttered, It was getting dark and she wouldn't be safe if she was out much longer. Erina left the watchful eye of her uncle and betrothed and began her walk, savoring being alone for the first time in a while. She hummed a little as she walked.

"Myrcella!" She called for her sister, "Mother won't give you any dessert if you don't come inside soon!" She stopped, fully expecting her sister to come running out. She kept walking, realizing she was going further from her party than she would have liked. "Myrcella!" Nothing.

Just before Erina began to get worried she saw Myrcella playing in a small field about thirty yards away.

"Myrcella you can't go this far away from everyone!" She scolded her sister as Erina jogged up to the small blond.

"I'm sorry Erin," Myrcella said quietly, the girl got up dusting off her dress.

"Well come on then, let's go," Erina said, partially amused, "mother's looking for you." they turned to go back when Erina heard a man's voice from behind her.

"You' the princess?" Erina whipped around, behind her were three dirty men dressed in guard uniforms, Erina had a sneaky suspicion they weren't guards at all. She pushed her younger sister behind her. It was the man closest to her who spoke, he was tall with red hair, Erina guessed that the small tiara tucked into her hair told them all they needed to know.

"I am," She said quickly, "Did my mother send you?" Erina knew for certain those Guards were not sent by her mother.

"Yes," Said the red-haired guard, "Come with us then princess, we'll escort you back."

"Of course," Erina smiled at him, "Just let me scold my sister for going too far away." The princess knelt so she was facing the 'guards' and Myrcella's back was to them. "When I say run, run as fast as you can and tell them three men impersonating guards attacked us." She whispered to her sister, "Don't look back for anything. No matter what you hear, just run." Erina cleared her throat, pushing Myrcella back behind her once again. "RUN!" She screamed, and her 10-year-old sister darted away.

"Now why'd ya have to do that?" The first guard said walking towards her. Erina spied two swords on his belt and while the man reached for his first she charged forward and drew the second from his belt, putting herself between the three which she realized now wasn't a fabulous idea.

The tall redhead laughed at her,

"The southern princess thinks she can fight us," The red-haired giant chuckled, "Here," He said, opening his arms wide, "I'll give you the first swing." He shouldn't have done that. Erina swung forward with as much power and speed as she could manage, catching the redhead off guard but quickly fought back. He was at least two heads taller than her and easily had her in weight by 100 pounds.

Erina was fucked. Her only hope was to hold them off until Myrcella got help.

She was much quicker than him, so she battered the taller man with quick swings before dodging and rolling away when he tried to retaliate.

"Alright, I've had enough." The redhead said, "Grab her." The two men, while significantly smaller than the red-headed giant were both bigger than she was, a smaller black-haired man with small eyes and a taller brunette. She could do little to stop them as they grabbed her by either arm making her sword fall to the ground.

Erina kicked wildly at the smallest one, managing to get his knee, as he fell the other one dropped her. She rolled, picking up her sword and driving it through the stomach of the fallen one. Erina pulled in from his chest and beckoned the standing two forward. Her heart had never beat faster, and sweat poured from her face from the heat.

"Come on then!" She yelled. The brunette charged her and she dodged, countering his blows with swift ones of her own. As the redhead approached she knew she'd have her best chance at getting away.

She threw her sword at the brunette and it sliced across his abdomen, giving her a couple second head start. Erina ran as fast as she could but it wasn't easy in the dress she was wearing, a couple of seconds later she felt herself being thrown down to the ground, the brunette she sliced pinning her down.

"You're going to regret that!" The spit, pulling out a knife and giving her an identical cut. Erina's screamed out as his blade dragged across her skin.

Erina struggled but she couldn't get out of his grasp. Thinking of nothing else she spit in his face, surprising him just long enough for her to free her hands and stick her thumbs into his eyes. He screamed as she pressed down and let go of her completely to hold his now bleeding organs of sight and Erina picked up his knife, stabbing him right in the heart.

The next thing Erina knew she was knocked out but the hilt of the redhead's sword.

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