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THE THRONE OF ICE - CHAPTER THREE: INNOCENT YOUNG THINGS

The water trickled slowly in ther river below, the sound calming as Elyanna sat with her direwolf, Shadow. She had taken off her shoes, resting her bare feet on the cold stones under the water, letting the river's current push against her skin. As she traveled further south to King's Landing, nature's allure began to take a different face. The beauty of the world she had always known was cold and icy, but this was something entirely different. The sun shone brightly through cloudless skies, beaming heat down onto her fair skin. The grass was green and lush, soft to the touch. And the wind was gentle, only strong enough to gently blow her curls from her face. Shadow didn't seem to agree with this change of weather, whining at Elyanna every now and then to show her dissaproval.

Her eyes traveled down the stream, watching the swaying of the tall trees in the air as she stroked Shadow. "I know it's not home, but it's not so bad is it?"

Shadow gave her a disgruntled sigh, resting her dark grey head onto her paws.

"I know," she muttered, reciprocating the small sigh. "I miss it too."

She moved her hand to gently scratch behind the wolf's ears, feeling a wave of guilt run through her body. Though she certainly missed home already, Elyanna couldn't help but soak in the way the earth sung around her the further south they went. She hated that she didn't hate it.

"Everytime I think that beast is done growing, I turn around and it's twice as big," a voice said behind her, interrupting her thoughts.

She turned over her shoulder from her seated position in the grass and blocked her eyes from the sun to see who was approaching her. Once her eyes adjusted to the bright light behind him, she saw Jaime Lannister. He walked up to her and leaned back on a large rock facing her, but his eyes immediately went to the river and not her. She didn't respond to him, not knowing what to say. It wasn't as if they had much in common or any history knowing one another other than their awkward conversation the first day they met, and then him finding her in the Wolfswood completely deranged.

"I know that day in the Wolfswood was... traumatizing," he finally said, his voice as awkward to her as she felt herself. "And you were immediately thrown on to the King's Road the day after. I suppose I'm just saying that I wanted to check in on you, see how you were doing after all of it."

"I'm doing alright," she nodded stiffly, finally meeting his gaze. "It's been hard, but I'm alright."

"Good," he said, clearing his throat. "I'm glad to hear it."

"I never thanked you properly," she continued, giving a small smile. "For finding me that night. Like you said everything that happened after that was a whirlwind, but I should have made the time to do it before now... so thank you."

"You're quite welcome." he nodded, his jaw clenching a little as he spoke. "If you ever need anything, someone to talk to..."

"Thank you, but I'm alright." she smiled, turning to Shadow with a small laugh. "Besides, she's my best company when I'm not in the best of spirits. Always listens, never has anything snide to say back, unlike my sisters."

"I suppose she's your best bet then." Jaime chuckled. The two shared a short laugh, but the air between them quickly returned to a state of awkwardness. "Will you miss it, being in Winterfell?"

"More than the place itself, I'm going to miss the people in it," she said with sad eyes. "My mother of course and my brothers...but most of all I'll miss Robb. We've been together our entire lives. We entered this world together and lived through it together. I don't know what my life will be like now we're apart."

"I understand that," he said quietly. She stroked Shadow's neck, keeping her attention on the direwolf to avoid his eyes. She wanted to ask him about something but, quickly closed her mouth. "What is it?"

"What's what?" she asked, looking at him with confusion.

"We don't know each other very well, but in the short time I have known you it's very apparent when you have something to say," He smiled, his eyes narrowing on her.

"Is my face really that easy to read?" she asked, furrowing her brows.

"Yes," He nodded. "I feel like I can see every emotion on your face once you feel it. And right now you're nervous to ask me something. So what is it?"

Elyanna paused for a moment, her lips pressed tightly together as she tried to form her words, then began: "You say you understand, but the day we all left Winterfell I saw you watching me say goodbye to my brother, goodbye to my home. When I saw you watching me, it almost seemed like you were confused... as if you didn't understand my sadness. It just puzzled me."

"I understood being separated from your twin. I didn't understand your sadness leaving Winterfell," he said honestly, looking at his hands as he played with a piece of grass.

"How?" she asked, leaning her head to the side. "Did you not feel the same way leaving Casterly Rock? Leaving your family?"

"My family isn't like yours, Lady Stark," he said slowly, choosing his words carefully. "So no, I didn't feel the same way you did leaving home."

"I'm sorry," she said softly, truly meaning it. She felt sorry for anyone who didn't have the love and support that her family gave her. Even when they all fought, even when they were all so angry that they thought they hated each other, they all knew that their love would outlive it.

"Don't be. It doesn't do well to have weakness in King's Landing," he said, his voice turning more serious. "If I were you, I'd work on that."

"Love for your family isn't weakness." She shook her head, her eyebrows furrowed. "It's strength."

"I'm not talking about family." He looked up to her, his eyes humorless now. "I'm talking about you. Don't be careless in throwing around your sympathies for just anyone. Don't be careless in showing them what you're thinking or feeling, they'll only take advantage of you for it. They're all vultures circling around and looking for weakness, waiting to attack people like you."

"That's a sad way to live," she said honestly, turning her head back to the river. "Constantly having to conceal yourself, always looking over your shoulder."

"Maybe so, but that's just how it is."

"You're making me want to take Shadow and go back home, Ser Jaime," Elyanna exhaled, giving a small smile. "Is that your intention with this conversation, to scare me away?"

"Hardly," he said, returning a short smile. "You should just be prepared for what you're about to walk into. Innocent young things like you don't fare easily in the capital."

"Do you know why I named my direwolf Shadow?" she asked, turning the conversation on its head.

He looked at her with a bit of confusion, not sure where she was taking this all of a sudden. "No, but feel free to enlighten me."

"Growing up as the eldest daughter with four brothers and two sisters under my supervision wasn't easy," she started, her eyes piercing into his as she spoke. "My whole life my duty to my family has been to run around after them all and keep them in line when my parents were too busy being Lord and Lady to do it themselves. In many ways I felt like a shadow myself as a girl, always following after them, always tending to everyone's needs but my own."

She could tell that he was a bit uncomfortable by the sudden intensity of which she spoke with, but she was glad for it.

"I know that I'm a very sensitive person, Ser Jaime. I know I carry my emotions on the surface as you've so plainly said," she continued, her tone icy. "But that doesn't mean that I'm an easily manipulated person. I know what it is to have to calculate, to have be to be ready for whatever is needed of me despite what my feelings are about it. I don't need people like you to worry about innocent young things like me."

"My lady, you have my apologies if I offended you-"

"It takes a lot more than a politely veiled threat to offend me, Ser," she responded.

He looked at her with a small smile of approval on his lips, nodding slowly as he stood to offer her a hand up. "Duly noted."

She pulled her legs out from the river and grabbed her shoes, her other hand taking his own to stand. Her bare feet dripping water into the grass as she looked up to him with a keen smile. "As much as I've enjoyed our conversation, I should be going."

"Then I won't stand in your way, Lady Stark," he agreed, hiding the smile on his lips. "You obviously don't need my help."

She nodded once, then whistled to Shadow to come. The grey direwolf immediately followed suit behind Elyanna as she walked towards the inn that the whole traveling party had stopped to rest at. Jaime watched as the large beast caught up to walk side by side with the girl, admiring the strength he hadn't seen before now. But before Elyanna could get far they both heard Sansa screaming. Elyanna's head whipped to the source of the noise, then dropped her shoes as she took off running towards it.

"Sansa?" Elyanna shouted, bolting through the grass down the river.

"Lady Stark!" Jaime shouted at Elyanna, beckoning her to stop as he followed after her. He drew his sword as he ran, then grabbed her arm once he caught up to her. "It could be dangerous, you can't-"

"That's my sister's scream, I dare you to try and stop me," she inhaled, ripping her arm from his grip. She continued forward to the louder growing shouts for help, only to hear her shout at their other sister.

"Arya, leave him alone!" Sansa sobbed.

Elyanna quickened in her pace as they came into view, seeing Arya stand with a long sword in Joffrey's face. The prince was sobbing, his arm bloody as he held it in front of his face for protection.

"Arya drop it!" Elyanna shouted, moving towards her youngest sister to stop her. But before Elyanna could grab the sword from her, Arya ran to the river side and flung it in.

Jaime immediately went to Joffrey, inspecting his arm as Elyanna grabbed Arya by the shoulders. Elyanna's eyes were wide with shock and fear as she held her, but Arya only looked to her with disdain. Elyanna could see that she didn't care or understand what she had just done.

"What were you thinking?" Elyanna asked, shaking her sister's shoulders a little.

"You're not my mother!" Arya shouted, pushing Elyanna away. She immediately ran away, Nymeria following her through the trees.

Elyanna exhaled with worry, then turned to Sansa. "What on earth just happened?"

"It was all Arya's fault," Sansa cried, her cheeks flushed red. "She went mad!"

Elyanna looked down to Sansa's hands, seeing a flask, then looked back up at her face. "Have you been drinking?"

"Only a little," Sansa mumbled, the shame in her voice apparent.

"Come. We need to get back to the inn and find father, now." Elyanna ordered her, her tone stern and unwavering. "Arya's by herself in those woods and it'll be getting dark soon."

"I don't care about Arya," Sansa said snippily, but her anger quickly dissolved into worry as she looked to Jofrey with wide eyes. "I should stay with my prince-"

"Just go!" Joffrey spat at her, his eyes cruel and wicked. "And send for the maester."

Jaime and Elyanna shared a quick glance of worry, knowing that this was all going to turn into something even more horrible than it already was. Elyanna then turned from him and grabbed Sansa's shoulder to turn her around, guiding the her back to the inn. They moved quickly, most of the time spent Elyanna listening to Sansa blubber about how much she hated their sister and how sorry she felt for the Prince. But seeing his reaction to it all made Elyanna uneasy. She didn't know how that situation became what it was, but she also knew she didn't like the look in his eyes or the way he spoke. But she could do nothing to change what had just happened, all she could do was try and pick up the broken pieces.

Later That Night

Elyanna stood in the inn next to Sansa, feeling horrible pressure in the complete silence. Tension filled the air, so palpable that it could be cut with a blade. Joffrey sat while his mother stood over him with a menacing face, her hands on her shoulders. Sansa looked at him with water-filled eyes, hoping he would return a look. The King sat with a red and angry face, hating the drama of it all.

Elyanna could feel Jaime's eyes on her, but she refused to look at him for she could feel the Queen's eyes on her as well, waiting for her to react to what she saw happening.

"Where is she?" Cersei finally asked, staring daggers at Elyanna.

"I told you, Your Grace," Elyanna responded, looking at the Queen. "She ran from us once Ser Jaime and I got there. I don't know where she went."

"You didn't think to go after her?" Cersei asked, her lips curled back and revealing her teeth as she glared.

"This isn't the first time she's run like that, Your Grace," Sansa piped up, looking to Elyanna to back her.

"She'd usually be back by now, I'm afraid she might've gotten lost," Elyanna continued after giving Sansa a look to stop talking and let her handle it. "None of us know this area very well."

"Insolent girl," Cersei muttered, pulling her eyes from Elyanna.

"Enough," Robert boomed, obviously detesting every moment of this. "She's a child, children run when they're scared. Seven hells."

"We've found her, Your Grace!" a voice shouted from the back of the room. "We've brought her to you at once, like you requested."

Elyanna turned over her shoulder to see a very dirty and very scared little girl walking in. She stepped forward and grabbed Arya as she approached, holding her close in her embrace with relief. Arya squeezed her arms around her older sister, clinging onto her for protection.

"I'm sorry, Anna-" Arya cried lightly, burying her face into her sister's body.

"Are you hurt?" Elyanna asked, holding the back of Arya's head to her stomach.

"No, I'm alright." Arya said softly. Elyanna closed her eyes with relief and exhaled.

"Don't ever do that again," she whispered, then placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. "Promise me."

"I promise."

Elyanna nodded then opened her eyes. Arya took a step back and turned around to face the King and Queen, but was too scared to move closer to them. Her back remained pressed up against Elyanna's front for protection as she looked to them. Elyanna rested her hands on her sister's shoulders, giving her a small squeeze for strength. Her eyes finally met Jaime, who also seemed a touch relieved. She then looked to the King who had exhaled dramatically through his nose.

"Where's Ned?" he asked, looking around. "Find him."

"He's here, Your Grace," one of the knights said. The sea of people parted as their father walked in, stomping angrily towards the King. But before he addressed any of the Royal Family he turned to Elyanna and Arya.

"She's alright?" he asked, obviously trying to hide his rage as he addressed his girls.

"She's fine," Elyanna nodded, holding Arya closer to her.

He gave them one nod and then turned to the King, his anger rising, "Why was my daughter not brought to me at once?"

"How dare you speak to your King in that manner?" Cersei asked, the same glint of evil in her eye as Elyanna had seen in Joffrey's earlier.

"Quiet, woman," Robert bellowed, then turned Eddard. "Sorry, Ned, I never meant to frighten the girl. But we need to get this business done quickly."

"Your girl and that butcher's boy attacked my son," Cersei said more calmly now, the manipulative and cunning side of her showing through. "That animal of hers nearly tore his arm off."

"That's not true!" Arya said angrily, unable to help herself. But as she felt Elyanna's body tense behind her she calmed herself. "She just...bit him a little. He was hurting Mycah."

"Joff told us what happened," Cersei narrowed her eyes at the girl. "You two beat with him with clubs while you set your wolf on him."

"That's not what happened!" Arya shouted.

"Yes it is!" Joffrey exclaimed. "They all attacked me and she threw my sword in the river!"

"Liar!" Arya spat, stepping out of Elyanna's arms.

"Arya don't-" Elyanna said, stepping forward to grab her again.

"Enough! Stop it! All of you!" Robert roared, turning to Elyanna. "He tells me one thing, she tells me another, what am I to make of it? Tell me the truth of what happened, as you saw it. From the beginning."

Elyanna stood with her mouth slightly agape, then closed it as she stepped in front of Arya. "I will, but I'm not sure if it will help. I was talking with Ser Jaime by the river when I heard a scream. By the time I got there Arya had disarmed the Prince and threw the sword in the river. I didn't see anything before that, I don't know what happened."

"Is she telling the truth?" the King asked, turning to his brother in law.

"Yes," Jaime nodded. "That's what we saw before the girl ran into the woods."

"There's another who was there, who can attest to the truth," Cersei said with a small smile. "Sansa, dear, tell us what happened."

Sansa stood with wide eyes, then ducked her head down as she walked forward next to Elyanna. "I didn't see anything, Your Grace... it all happened so fast-"

"LIAR!" Arya shouted jumping up and grabbing the back of Sansa's hair. She pulled hard at it as she continued, "LIAR, LIAR, LIAR-"

"Arya stop!" Elyanna turned quickly, pulling the youngest of the three girls off and restraining her.

"She's as wild as that animal of hers," Cersei said, "I want her punished."

"What would you have me do, whip her through the streets?" Robert asked, turning to his wife with a look of disgust. "Damn it, children fight, it's over."

"Joffrey will bear these scars for the rest of his life."

But the King ignored the Queen, only looking to his son with disbelief and scorn. "You let that little girl disarm you?"

Joffrey pinched his lips together, his breathing intensifying as he looked back to the Stark girls.

"Ned, see to it that your daughters are disciplined, I'll see to it that my son is as well," Robert said, standing with a chuff, ready for this all to be over.

"What of the direwolf?" Cersei asked, clasping her hands in front of her. "What of the beast that savaged your son?"

Elyanna whipped her head towards the Queen, feeling her stomach sink to her feet and heart rise to her throat.

"I'd forgot the damned wolf."

"There have been no sightings of the wolf, Your Grace. It's disappeared," a guard said to the King.

"So be it."

"They have two more wolves," Cersei said quickly, her voice sounding as if she was enjoying this. "Will you let them be a risk to our children's safety too?"

Elyanna felt her entire skin pale to a shade of ghostly white, unable to believe her ears. The Queen wanted Shadow and Lady killed, for something they didn't even do. Her whole body was overcome by a sick feeling, knowing she was about to lose her last tie to the North whether she liked it or not.

"They don't mean Lady do they?" Sansa asked, tears welling in her eyes. "No Lady was good, she didn't bite anyone!"

"Lady and Shadow weren't there, leave them alone!" Arya stepped forward, shaking her head.

Elyanna only stood silently, feeling tears drip from her eyes onto cheeks. She knew that their pleading wouldn't do them any good, not when the Queen had her mind made up about it. She wouldn't let what happened to Joffrey go unpunished, even if it meant killing the innocent to make a statement about it all. Elyanna opened her eyes, only to see Jaime sneak off and out of the room from the corner of her eye. But before she was able to register it she turned to her father, who was standing and shaking as he addressed the King.

"Is this your command, Your Grace?" he asked, his forehead breaking out into a sweat.

But the King said nothing, only leaving the room with a slam of the door. Elyanna felt her heart snap, then clutched both of her sisters closer to her for comfort. Normally they would reject something like this from her, and they would definitely normally reject the other. But they huddled closer to her, all three of them wrapping their arms around the others to hold each other tightly.

"Take the girls back to their room, Elly," Eddard muttered, looking ill himself.

"Come," Elyanna whispered, pulling them away from it all. "You don't need to see this."

"No!" they both struggled, but were too weak with sadness to fight her. She held them both one to each side of her and walked quickly, pulling them up the stairs towards their chambers before they could fight it anymore. Elyanna fought her own tears as the other two cried, trying to remain as strong as she could be for them.

"You can't let them do this, Anna, you have to stop them-" Sansa sobbed, he face as red as her hair.

"I'm sorry, Sansa," Elyanna whispered, choking her own tears down. "But there's nothing we can do now."

"No," Sansa wailed, falling weaker against Elyanna.

"Come on now, we're almost there," Elyanna said, her lip trembling. "It's going to be alright, we'll be alright."

Once inside the room that the three shared at the inn, Elyanna gently moved the girls to their beds and stood back, wiping her eyes.

"I need you two to stay here, and not move," Elyanna said, sniffling in to compose herself. But before she could leave Arya grabbed her hand and held it so tightly Elyanna feared it might break.

"Where are you going?" Arya asked, completely distressed at this notion.

"Just stay here," Elyanna said, tearing her hand from her sister. "Promise me you won't move."

The two girls nodded silently, watching as their sister left. Elyanna ran quickly back down the stairs, feeling her heart race in her chest. The only thing she wanted was to say goobye to Shadow, to see her one last time before her father swung his sword. The night air was crisp once she made it outside, cutting sharply in her lungs as she struggled for breath. Her cloak dragged in the sticks behind her as she approached the kennel, only to see her father with a confused look on his face. She looked into the open kennel to see Lady laying down all by herself, whimpering.

Eddard saw her coming, his face falling at the sight of his daughter's tears. "What are you doing here, Elly, I told you to go back to your room-"

"Where's Shadow?" Elyanna asked frantically, her heart filling with dread.

"I don't know," he shook his head, looking at Lady with solemn eyes. "When I got here she was gone. She must have escaped."

Elyanna felt a small pang of relief, but it was short lived. "Will they go after her?"

"No, I don't think so," Eddard inhaled roughly. "She'll find her way back North, just like Nymeria."

"Can't you let Lady go?" Elyanna asked, her voice shaking as she made one last plea. "No one has to know-"

"You should go, Elyanna. Take care of Sansa, she needs you right now."

Elyanna nodded once, her lips pressed together with anger. But her anger was not towards her father, she knew that he took no delight in killing. She knew he had no choice. She was angry with the Queen for being so persistent, for being so cruel in her decision. After inhaling once Elyanna then walked silently toward Lady and knelt to the ground, tears dripping off her face freely now. She pressed her face into the wolf's thick neck of fur, holding the wolf gently.

"Elly-"

"I'm going, father," she said quickly, "Just let me say goodbye."

She turned back to Lady and stroked her face, looking into the beautiful beast's eyes. She was of the North, she deserved to be loved in her last moments by someone who knew that. "I'm sorry, you deserve better than this," Elyanna whispered. She gave the wolf a gentle kiss on the top of her head and then stood up, leaving without looking back. She couldn't bare to, because she knew if she did she wouldn't be able to let her father do what must be done. Her feet carried her quickly from the kennels as she heard her father draw his sword from the sheath, then broke out running as Lady's cries began. Though she was grateful that Shadow had somehow found a way to escape, the sound of Lady's whimpering shattered Elyanna's soul as if it her own direwolf.

Once Elyanna reached the inn again, she walked to her bed chamber and stopped just before the door. How was she supposed to face her sisters? Sansa especially? How was she going to tell her that it was only her wolf that would have to pay the price for what happened today.

She felt her face crumble into silent sobs as she stood, holding her hands over her face as she leaned against the stone wall behind her. She had to get a hold of herself before she went in, she couldn't let her sisters see her broken down like this. It would only make it worse.

But she couldn't reign in her despair, she couldn't not feel the pain of the day's events. So she stood silently, frozen in position as she cried into her hands.

"My Lady," a voice said from around the corner.

She quickly wiped her face and looked up, seeing Jaime walk towards her. "Yes?" she asked with every bit of composure she could muster, but even in one word alone her voice cracked.

"I'm sorry-"

"Your apologies won't bring Lady back," she said bitterly, her red and swollen eyes staring into him sharply. "You could have done something-"

"I did do something," he said rigidly, his voice hushed as he looked around. "I let Shadow go."

"You did?" she asked, disbelief taking over her anger. "Why?"

"I know how much she meant to you," Jaime said, his tone softer now. "She was innocent in this, as were you."

"So was Lady," she said, her frustration growing. "You could have-"

"I could have what? Let Lady go too?" he asked, his voice filled with warning. He had expected her to be grateful, but instead she was targeting her anger and spite at him. "My sister wasn't going to let you three walk out of there with only a slap on the wrist and you know it. If I had let Lady go they would have hunted them all down, and maybe it would be all three dead right now and not just one."

She stood with bitter tears in her eyes, looking at him with disgust. "That doesn't make it right. You were one of the only people in that room that could have changed her mind, and you didn't."

"This is what I was talking about earlier, Lady Stark," he said seriously, taking a step closer to her as they spoke. "If you want to survive in this world, our world, you can't let your emotions cloud your judgement. You have to know which battles require accepting defeat."

"I don't care about surviving in this world if it means I have to sacrifice who I am and what I believe," she whispered, her demeanor fierce.

"You should care," he said gruffly.

"Why do you?" she asked, feeling her heart pound with anger. "Why do you care so much if I make it or not? What's it to you how I fare in King's Landing?"

He stood silently for a moment, his face flat but eyes concerned. She could see that he was trying to hide something from her, but what it was she couldn't tell. Before she had the chance to ask what it was, another person entered the hallway. They both turned their heads to see Cersei, standing with a malevolent look on her face.

"Elyanna dear, you should get to bed. It's been a long day for you," the Queen feigned a sweet voice, as if she cared about Elyanna's pain.

"Yes, Your Grace," Elyanna said coolly, turning away from Jaime and going into her room that she shared with Sansa and Arya. When she came in, the girls were both passed out with tear-stained cheeks and their backs to one another. Elyanna closed the door softly, then pressed her ear to it, hoping to get a listen as to what the Queen had to say.

Their voices were soft, only whispers, but the door was thin enough for her to make most of it out.

"What were you doing with her?"

"I was giving her my condolences...don't be-"

"No, I mean earlier today, by the river. She said you were both there together talking when you heard what was going on with Joff...why were you with her?"

"We were just talking-"

"About what?" the queen asked. Despite her hushed tone Elyanna could hear the spite and anger in the Queen's voice. If Elyanna didn't know any better, she would have said the Queen was jealous. But that couldn't be, what was there to be jealous of? And even if there was anything to be jealous of, why would she be feeling it as his sister? Elyanna shook the thought from mind and ignored it, settling for the simple fact that the queen must just hate her.

It made her uneasy, knowing she would be living under the same roof as that woman for the forseeable future, and knowing that the woman had it in for her for some reason. The only thing that Elyanna could think of to explain having the queen's ire was the fact that she looked like her aunt. It was a tale as old as time, Robert and Lyanna's. Two people fall in love, but one of them dies, leaving the other heartbroken until the end of time. It was apparent even to Elyanna in the short time she had known the King that he was still in love with her aunt. It didn't take a genius to see it. So maybe Cersei hated her because of that; because she wore the same face and lived under the same name of Lyanna Stark. Maybe she didn't want to lose her brother the way she had lost her husband. Elyanna could understand that.

Deciding that she had heard enough, she backed away from the door and walked quietly to her sisters. She pulled the fur blankets over the both of them, looking at their grief-stricken faces with a heart of sadness herself. She brushed the wet away from under each of their eyes and tucked their hair behind their ears before turning to her own bed. She slowly untied her corset from the back, pulling the long strings through the loops until they were loose enough to shimmy down her waist. Once in her slip, she laid down in the bed, her thoughts and feelings fighting each other in the battlefield of her mind. She thought at first because of these thoughts she might find trouble falling asleep, but as suddenly as her head hit the pillow and her eyes closed, she felt herself drift into a deep and troubleless sleep.

Author's Note: Thank you all for reading/following/favoriting/reviewing! Your feedback means the world to me! Now that the foundation of Elaena's character is set up, I feel more comfortable exploring scenes outside of the canon script of Game of Thrones. While each chapter's main events will be based out of the show, chapters ahead from now will look more like this, with conversations and events happening completely from her point of view behind what we already know happens. I hope you enjoyed and hope you stick around for another update! -J❤️