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Officially, I'm on Christmas vacations since two weeks ago (yuppie!), so I've been doing some things I couldn't do during my classes and this includes writing more chapters for this story *smiles*.

This means that as a way to return all your comments, favorite and alerts, I will give you three chapters, one per day (23rd, 24th, and 25th). Take it as my Christmas gift for you *smiles*

Today I'm giving you the first gift and I hope you love it.

As always, I don't own A Song of Ice and Fire books and GOT show, except for my OCs and part of the story. English is my second (foreign) language, Spanish is my first. Sorry for the typos.


Chapter 10

We were on The Trident, staying in an inn. I was sort of relieved because we were not sleeping for today in a tent and we can clean ourselves, but I feel a little bit asphyxiated because the inn was small for the number of people we are.

Jaime hadn't stopped his intentions over me, but since our conversation near The Eyrie, I noticed him changed. He was worried if I was well, if I needed anything… however, he was very overprotective over me, although I had a slight feeling that his intentions were good. He was acting like a true gentleman (something that it began to surprise me). As for me, I'm just… let everything flow, but with precaution. Yes, Jaime is acting almost the opposite, he is treating me very good and everything… but still… it's weird in him… is just… I still don't trust him completely.

Finally, Arya told me about her sword and who gave it to her. When I told her about my sword too, she got so excited and she wanted to see it so eagerly. I told her "I will show it to you when we were on King's Landing." and she agreed, also Arya want me to train her how to use the sword and I accepted.

I escaped from my bodyguards Lannisters and went with my little sister and her friend Mycah, the Butcher's boy, to the north banks of The Trident for training far away from the rest of the people. I choose for them two long wood sticks as swords.

"Focus on your defense, Ary. You too, Mycah. That's right." I was giving instructions and tips to both while I was watching from a log near them with Luna and Nymeria laid by my side.

Then I heard a mumble. I look over the origin from the sound and I saw far away from where we were red ringlets and a shiny golden hair. Oh, great…

"My princess can drink as much as she wants." Joffrey said with a sniveling voice as he was serving more wine to my sister.

That son of a dung…

There was another mumble between them and getting nearer to us.

"Arya? Lylian?" Sansa gasped just at the moment when Mycah smacked Arya's arm.

"Ow!" Arya hissed, rubbing her arm. She looked over Sansa and Joffrey. "What are you doing here? Go away!"

Sansa's cheeks get redder from embarrassment. "Your sisters?" Joffrey questioned with one of his brows arched. Then, Joffrey neared to the kids, leaving Sansa behind. "Who are you?"

"Mycah, my Lord" the Butcher's boy answer nervously as he dropped his stick.

"He's the Butcher's boy." Sansa, either bored or angry. I couldn't tell.

"He's my friend!" Arya snarled. "You leave him alone."

Joffrey smiled annoyingly. "A butcher's boy who wants to be a knight?" Joffrey unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Mycah. "Well, pick up your sword Butcher's boy, let me see how good you are."

"They were only playing my Lord-" I said as I raised from the log and Nymeria and Luna were behind me.

"I'm your Prince, not your Lord. And I told him to pick up his sword." Joffrey sneered.

Mycah looked at me scared and then to Joffrey. "She ast me to, m'lord. She ast me to."

Joffrey walked toward him. "Are you going to pick up your sword?"

Mycah shook his head. "It's not a sword, my Prince. It's only a stick."

"And you're only a butcher's boy, and no knight." Joffrey lifted his sword and laid its point on Mycah's cheek. The boy began to tremble. "That was my lady's sister you were hitting, do you know that?" A trim of blood began to appear on Mycah's cheek

"Stop it!" Arya screamed at him as she grabbed her stick.

Sansa glared at our sister. "Arya, stay out of this."

"You stay out of this." I snapped to Sansa and she looked at me scared.

Arya jumped to Joffrey and hit him with the stick on the back of his head, making a loud crack and the wood split. "Filthy little bitch!" Joffrey roar as he swung at Arya. I run to my sister to protect her.

"Stop it, stop it both of you! You're spoiling everything!" I heard Sansa wailed.

Joffrey still was screaming angrily at us. "I'll cut you, you little cunt!" he said as he swung again his sword to cut Arya, but instead of cutting her, he cut the skin of my right arm, near my shoulder.

I scream in pain and a shadow jump over, me towards Joffrey. Nymeria was attacking the Prince and sooner, Luna jumped to him- no, she jumped over Nymeria to pull her way from Joffrey.

I grab my arm, covering the wound. I stood up in front of him. "You may be Prince and my sister's betrothed, but if you treat my sisters like that again, I will raise my sword against you in a duel. And I will not hesitate." I threatened him.

Arya picked up the Prince's sword and used all of her strength to swing it into the river. Sansa got nearer to Joffrey sobbing. "Oh my sweet prince. Are you terribly hurt?" I rolled my eyes at my sister.

Instead of worrying about my state, she worries about that fucking prince...

I sighed watching her. "Sansa." She looked at me annoyed. "Stop weeping there and go for help for the Prince."

My sister nodded slowly and she saw my wound. "Are you hurt-?" Now she is worried...

"Go for help, Sansa." I snapped as I was following Arya where she went with Nymeria.

"Where are going?"

"Go for help Sansa!" I snarled and Sansa ran where she came.

Once I was far from my red-haired sister, I began to call Arya. "Ary, where are you? Ary-" the wound of my arm was painful and it was growing as a warm liquid was slipping through my fingers. I didn't want to watch it.

"I'm here." I heard Arya's voice lowly, I barely could hear it. I look everywhere until Luna found Arya and Nymeria under a small cave made by trees and fallen logs. Arya look at my wound worried. "Lily, are you well?"

"I will need your help, Ary" she nodded scared, waiting for my instructions. "I will need you to tear a piece of cloth from my underskirt." Arya did what I told her and she waited again for my next request. "Now, I need you to wrap my wound, tightly. You can do that for me?" she nodded frenetically. "On the count of three I will take off my hand and you will wrap the wound as fast as you can." She nodded again. "One, two, three…"

As I take off my hand from the wound, I feel the blood slipping through my arm. Quickly, Arya wrapped tightly and I had drowned a scream of pain for not scare Arya and not be discovered. "Done." Arya said as she was finishing tie it off. I nodded as a way to thank her.

I could feel Luna licking my wound over the piece of cloth. "Now, Ary. You have to free Nymeria. You have to let her go-"

"I can't. I can't, Lily-"

"Arya, you have to-"

"No!" she shouted and run through the wood. I followed her.

*.*.*.*

The night came, we were hiding from Lannister guards and our father's men, insisting to my sister to let go Nymeria and it was painful for me as the time was passing; both Arya and her pain for letting go Nymeria and the throb of my arm increase as I move it.

"Arya it's for the best." I insisted and Arya shook her head crying. "You have to Ary. The Queen will kill her if she finds her."

She watched her direwolf. "We will find her again-" Arya shook her head again. "I know it's painful, Ary. But she attacked the Prince and the Queen will want her dead." Arya looked at me again and then to Nymeria, I could tell the dilemma she was having through her eyes.

I still was hearing the shouts from the men through the night as we were hiding behind a tree. Then, Arya hugged her direwolf and Nymeria whined.

"Go, girl." Arya muttered. "They'll never forgive you. Not for what you did to Joffrey. Go, now!" Nymeria cocked her head. "Leave!" Arya tossed a rock at her for incentive. Nymeria run and whining one last time before disappearing through the forest.

Arya began to bawl and Luna whined by the loss of her litter, not bothering to keep quiet. I began to cry too but silently and, as my arms let me, I pulled both onto my lap. "Shhh…" I murmured both of them and kissing their heads.

A few minutes later, a Lannister guard was in front of us. The guy tried to touch Arya's arm. "Don't fucking touch her or I cut your fucking hand off." I hissed.

"Ser Jaime, we've found them!" screamed the Lannister guard.

I heard steps coming closer. "Lylian." When I heard Jaime's voice, I looked up. Worry was in his whole face. When he looked at my arm, his concern grows even more. "What happened to you? Your arm-" When I saw one of the Lannister guards grab Arya again, Luna began to growl at the man. "Don't touch the girl, they ride with me." Jaime command.

"I don't want to-" Arya began to say. I know what she was going to say and I interrupt her.

"We need to see father. We have to go back."

Arya nodded and Jaime lift her to the saddle of his horse and then he helped me to mount myself in his horse. Jaime got on last, he sat behind me and his arms wrapped around me, one for holding me around my waist and the other to reach the reins. His touch, instead of made me uncomfortable, it was quite the opposite.

When we return to the camp, Lannister soldiers took Arya and Jaime began to shout for a Maester for me. Once he found one, Jaime and the Maester took me to a room of the inn as Jaime was commanding and explaining my situation to some Lannister soldiers.

The Maester asked me to sit on a bed and support my arm onto a table. Jaime was looking at me still with that worry in his eyes and Luna was whining as she looked at me with her sad eyes.

The Maester sat in a chair in front of me and began to unwrap the piece of cloth. Inevitably, I look over my wound and I entered in shock when I saw it. It was a big horizontal cut, the skin was open and almost I could the muscles… or I think I was seeing it, also the wound was still bleeding.

"Oh my God…" I whispered.

All the stress I've been through and the shock of seeing blood, mixed. I could hear Jaime's voice very far and I began to feel dizzy. Like you turn the lights off, everything went black.

The smell of blood filled my nose…

Everything hurts…

I open my eyes and everything was blurry and dark…

I could hear something… like an ambulance… I didn't know… everything was spinning and was fuzzy…

I came back to reality when I began to feel again. I was on something comfortable and by my side, there was something warm and soft. I tried to open my eyes, but they were sticky and I felt my body heavy. I started to fight to wake up and open my eyes.

Everything was dark, I almost couldn't see anything. For a moment I began to get scared by not recognizing anything, but a delicate lick caresses my cheek. "Luna?" my direwolf barked as she was leaving me deaf from one ear. "Not so loudly, Luna." I scold her.

Then I heard a movement in the room. Seconds later, I felt something big and heavy sinking by my side. "Lily, are you well?" I heard the voice of my father in the dark.

"Papa…" I muttered.

"Are you well?" he asked again, I noticed his concern in his voice. I tried to focus my sight and the only thing I could see was the figure of my father in the dark. When I move my right arm, it felt uncomfortable. Immediately, I felt my father's hand over my arm. "Don't move it much. You can't use that arm."

"I'm tired…" I muttered.

"I'll let you sleep-"

"What happened?" My father didn't answer. What did the hell happen? "Papa?"

"Joffrey did this to you?" he asked.

"Yes…"

"What happened?"

I told him the long story short, and when I told him the part when Joffrey slings his sword to my arm, I noticed his hand very tensed over one of my hands. "What happened, Papa?"

"Never found Arya's direwolf. The Queen wanted blood for her son… the Queen ordered to kill Sansa's wolf." My lower lip began to tremble, and as Luna understood my father's words, she began to whine. "She wanted to kill your direwolf too, but I didn't permit it." I looked at my direwolf in the darkness. "Illyn Payne was going to do it, but I decided to do it myself. The Queen wanted her fur." He said with a sad sigh. "I ordered to one of my men to take her back to Winterfell without saying anything to the Queen."

"They found Mycah? The Butcher's boy?" I asked worried for Arya's friend.

I heard father sighing. Oh no… "They found him. He was rode down."

That bitch…

She's going to pay for this…