"Death before dishonor!"

Gary stopped in front of the door of his niece's room. I don't have to met her, I can turn back now, he thought. But then a thought occurred to him, he was scared of an eleven-year-old girl, a niece of a traitor, but a girl. He knew if Alana knew that he was afraid of a 11 year old girl, she'd laugh so hard she'd piss her pants. He'd do it just to prove to himself that she wasn't dangerous to Jon or prince Roald.

He knocked on the door.

A voice as quite and sweet as wind blowing through the grass said, " Yes,"

That almost shocked him; it was not what he expected. Every time he thought of a warrior woman an image of Alana came to mind. He regained his wits and said, "It is your uncle Lyran."

"Come in," the voice said.

He put his hand resolutely on the doorknob and turned it. He walked in to the room and saw sitting on a bed, a dark haired girl who looked to be about middle height. She looked like his sister in face structure and size, but she had the Tirragen coloring. He gulped it was like starting his long dead friend in the face once more. "You've…" He stuttered, "You've… grown."

She smiled. "I have, considering the last time you saw me was for my mother funeral when I was 6."

He stared at her, "So... You're planning to when your shield?"

She nodded, "That's what one generally does when one becomes a page."

He felt his palms sweating, " So how's the uncle?"

She looked him in the face with a harsh look. "The alive one, or the one who everyone hates."

He felt rage well inside of himself, "Alex betrayed his kingdom and king. He pledged fealty to death, and he broke it. If that isn't a reason for a knight to spit when every that word is uttered, what is."

He saw the same rage that was in him swell inside his niece, " He was one member of the family, and it didn't help that he was the heir. But what has my uncle Diderot done? He was six at the time."

"That isn't the point Lyran."

"Or what did my father done, huh? He was 2, yes I know what you and other say about my family. 'a band of traitors,' 'we may as well just kill them all,'. Even the children fear my name." She was about to cry with angry.

Gary knew if he did not leave soon, there would be bloodshed. "I say no such thing." As he turned his back and left his kin to cry in her room alone, to hate the whole country for all he cared.

Alana sat in her Palace quarters with her husband George, they had been called to he capital to over see a bit of the new pages training. She lay in her bed, she had a headache that wouldn't leave her be. Why now, she thought, of all times for Tirragen to send a page, if there isn't enough on my mind as it is.

George stared at his wife, "So what the problem know lass?"

She rolled onto her side," in a word, Tirragen."

George at up straight in his chair, "lord Diderot is revolting, I thought he swore-"

She winced in pain, "No you stupid head, you would have known, being a spy master. No, it's that they've sent their female heir to the palace to become a knight."

He gave her a critical look, "and that's bad?"

She turned on her side, "Yes, they're a disgraced house, which revolted against Jon in the beginning of his reign. And I'm not supposed to worry?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, "I think you're begin a worry-wart,"

"So?" she snapped, "that's what I am, a worry-wart. Some one needs to be one."

"I don't think you're giving her enough credit,"

"I give credit where it's needed,"

He sighed "just give a her chance," he said as he stood up and walked over t their bed as he leaned down to give his wife a kiss, "For your old rouge, who gave you one."

"It was more the other way around, but I will anyway." She smiled.

Next day

Lyran Walked through the pages common room, here dish in her hands. She tried to find a place to sit. But being new and not knowing her places, it was difficult just to find some one to talk to. She saw Eliza. Oh no, she thought, that girl seems to want me dead, I'm not even going to talk to her.

"Do you need some place to sit?" Some one asked.

She spun around, "Huh?"

The on who had asked her the question was a tall lad of around 12. He had light brown hair and lovely brown eyes. He smiled, " I asked if you needed someplace to sit, because you seemed a little lost."

She sighed as she sat in the chair he offered, "Thanks, a lot."

"Isn't saving damsels in distress part of the job?" He asked with a sly look.

"Well yes I guess. I don't many people, let alone boys. And my roommates is a little-"

"Crazy," he interjected, "None of the boy's like her. She's always trying to prove that she better than everyone else."

She shook her head," Well I was going to say tense, but crazy works too."

He giggled as he ate, " Your not bad for a first year. What's your name?"

She paused, " Lyran."

He laughed, " What's your holding?"

She blushed, "Tirragen…"

He coughed, "So you are her. I thought you could've been some one else."

She didn't want to get yelled at for her family again, " I'm sorry, I'll go." She stood to leave carrying her bowl.

He grabbed her shoulder, " I didn't say leave, you know. Your welcome to sit here as long as you like."

She turned to him, "Thank you." She sat down, " What's your name?"

He smiled, "Kevin, Kevin of Eldorne."