Hey guys!

So I want to be honest with you guys, I took too long with this chapter cause it was our semester break and I used my free time to play some video games on my ps4. Can't do that when I'm busy with school. Also, 2nd semester just started. Wish me luck, hope I pass all my classes.

Also, thank you for the follows and faves. There isn't much stories from the time before the rebellion and I wanted to show what I thought would happen if one individual was added because one person can make a big change like how one decision could change a timeline.

Cast: (all the actors chosen would be younger to match the age of the character.)

House Lannister

River Phoenix as Lann Lannister

Jeremy Irons as Tywin Lannister

Nicole Kidman as Cersei Lannister

Leonardo DiCaprio as Jaime Lannister

Jonathan Lipnicki as Tyrion Lannister (the cute boy from Stuart Little)

House Stark

Natalie Portman as Lyanna Stark

Timothy Dalton as Rickard Stark

Christian Bale as Brandon Stark

James McAvoy as Eddard Stark

Elijah Wood as Benjen Stark

House Martell

Bruna Marquezine as Elia Martell (her in Deus Salve o Rei)

Brenton Thwaites as Oberyn Martell

House Dayne

Liv Tyler as Ashara Dayne (her in the 90s)

Luke Roberts as Arthur Dayne

House Baratheon

Tom Hardy as Robert Baratheon

Dylan O'Brien as Stannis Baratheon

House Tully

Hugh Laurie as Hoster Tully

Cate Blanchett as Catelyn Tully (her look in Elizabeth)

Amy Adams as Lysa Tully

Gregory Smith as Edmure Tully

House Targaryen

Orlando Bloom as Rhaegar Targaryen

Christopher Paul Richards as Viserys Targaryen

Peter Capaldi as Aerys Targaryen

Charlize Theron as Rhaella Targaryen

Note: character's who are yet to be introduced or mentioned are not here yet.

Anyways, tell me what you think and give me some suggestions so we could finalize that thang. Like always, I'm grateful for you dudes and dudettes.

Let The River Run

Lann was seen walking beside his father around the castle. His hands locked behind his back, head turned towards his father. "I've sent the messages to the Greyjoy's, Prince Doran, and Lord Arryn. The Greyjoy's might be tough to crack and obviously, we both know what they want. They want to show their power and we're the first one's to give them that chance, although we would need to have private meetings to convince them. We are basically luring them with what they believe the most. Their saying is 'We do not sow', unlike us we grow our crops and trade while they think their above us. They take joy and pride in their strength and ruthlessness, which is why they only wear jewelry they've won in battle. They take pride in themselves that they bow to no man, but they know that no man out of their house would respect them. We would give them that, we have that power and I believe we'll eventually have them in our side."

Tywin, was quietly looking ahead, in contemplation. After a small beat, he nodded. "How can you assure that they won't go against us after all of it is done."

Lann shrugged. "Lions can easily crush a Squid with its bare paw. By that time most houses would be behind us and like I've said, we're baiting them with the power they've been wanting." He smirked at his father. "If all fails we find a way to bind them to us, maybe to someone from a house we trust. Or to go into battle with them, but I wouldn't want that to happen. They're too valuable in this war."

"The assurance of our ties with Dorne?"

With a confident smile, Lann replied "I believe that the forces of Dorne would be in our side. They know me, they learned to trust me, and I know they still do. Besides, Oberyn is with Cersei, that binds us with them." Suddenly Lann's smile dropped. "But also, Doran and Oberyn loves Elia and the King does not care for her and it worries me that King Aerys might use Elia to keep the Dorne forces... We need to keep an eye on Elia and protect her at all cost."

"Do we now? Or do you?" His father replied, tone mixed with curiosity.

Lann sighed. "Yes father, we do. You know that she is important to me, just as much as she is important to both of her brothers. But she is also vital to our ties with Dorne."

"And what of Hoster and Mace?" This time, Tywin turned to Lann.

"Lady Catelyn is betrothed to Brandon Stark, on our journey we would stop for Riverrun to meet with Lord Tully. The tension of the coming war has been brewing for years now, I am confident that Lord Tully will raise their banner's along with the Stark's when the need arises. Fortunately, Eddard is friends with Robert and that Baratheon boy is simple, he would be there for the fights and for the Starks. That is where Lord Arryn comes in, he will go with whatever those boys decides. As for Lord Tyrell, we are on testy waters with him. Like you've said, he's incompetent and a coward. He would follow the King not for his loyalty but for fear. But I have to applaud him for thinking of where he would be in a good position, no matter the consequence. He's a serious player and he knows what side to choose, I just hope he realizes where he should be sooner."

Lann's father placed his palm against his back, then he was patting it. "Well, you have done some great thinking with our moves and I'm glad that you have at least got something from me. You've got wit Lann. But my pride heightens when you show the values that you have inherited from your mother."

Lann, who was done with all the seriousness, finally produced a genuine smile. "But I still need your opinion father because you are far wiser than me."

"And I will. Let the games begins."

Lann stood in front of Lyanna's door with a mischievous smile. He gently pushed the door, slowly opening it. He peeked an eye into the small gap to find Lyanna preparing for their journey to the North with her back against the door. He successfully pushed the door open without making a sound, finally made his way to Lyanna with quiet steps.

Unbeknownst to him, Lyanna already knew of his presence. "I'm beginning to think that I'm marrying a child." Gestures like this always made Lyanna smile the brightest.

He swooped in, taking her in his arms. One arm under her legs and the other supporting her back . Lyanna's arms instantly wrapped around his neck while Lann then playfully spun them around. He then stopped after two turns.

He merely laughed. "And that is awful, how?"

"I'm not even married and I'm already taking care of a child." She nuzzled her nose against his.

"Well I hope you don't kiss children like this." Lann tilted his head to press his lips against her. Like always, as his lips touched her's she blossomed like a flower that is oh so succulent.

Lyanna reluctantly pulled away, "The only child I've kissed and will ever kiss is you." She planted a small kiss on his lip.

After he placed Lyanna onto her bed, Lann slowly crawled onto it to lie down beside her with his stomach facing down. Lann pressed a gentle kiss onto her stomach before comfortably resting his chin against it. "I know, you like my kisses the most." He replied, highly self-satisfied.

Lyanna rolled her eyes, knowing he was right. "That's not true, I like Obara more." She placed a hand on the back of his head to comb her fingers through his hair.

Lann kept a small smile on his lips, soothed by her touch. He took Lyanna's free hand to twine their fingers together. They've had a moment of silence before Lann asked, "Lya, do you really want to marry me?" He pushed himself forward to rest his cheek in between her breast, but kept his eyes locked into hers. "Am I worthy to be your husband?"

"Without a doubt." She replied without a pause. "Before meeting you, I've never thought of getting married nor wanting to be chained down to a man and be trapped in his castle. It was what I feared the most." She said sadly, her hand now caressing his nape. "I wanted to feel something with my betrothed before we wed and I'm glad I feel those things with you. You've given me and my family so much and I will always be grateful. You're worthy, worth more than every lord my father could have pawned me to and I—I really like you." She finished with a blush.

He flashed her a tender smile. "I like you too and I care for you. I value you and our family, Lya" Lann's smile faded and has now turned serious. "I want to protect you, so I need to tell you something you need to know— you deserve to know."

She nodded, telling him to go ahead.

"War is coming... It's been brewing for years now and every lord in Westeros has been waiting for it or have been wanting it to happen. Most are against the crown and we're trying to find efficient ways on fighting against them. Since it's war, many of the victims could be innocent." Lann held Lyanna's hand tighter as he felt her grip on his hair and her heart beat accelerate. "And I wanted you to know that me and my father are making moves in this war, I want you to trust me and to know if you're still with me after telling you this."

Lyanna didn't mean to tighten her grip on Lann's hair but she was worried. Not for herself, but for him. It meant that he would be fighting in that war, it meant that she could lose him in the war and she didn't want that to happen. She had already started dreaming of a future with him, of bearing his children, of loving him and their children the most. Her thoughts were broken by hearing Lann calling her name.

Lann lifted his head up, now worried of her possible reaction. "Lya?" He brought her hand against his mouth to kiss her fingers. "Lya."

She surprised him by pulling his head against her chest to hug him. "I trust you, with my life and with our families life. I know you can protect me but who would protect you? Who would be there for you?" Lyanna paused to think. "I know! I'll ask Bran and Ned to go with you. I'll tell them that you're important to me and they'll watch your back and if they won't then I'll fight alongside you. And you can't stop me!"

Lann beamed at her. "I plan to talk to them when we meet them. Along our journey to Winterfell, I would be meeting with lords concerning the coming war and if they could raise their banner if the need arrises."

"You've thought ahead." She watched him nod his head. "Thats good, but I still want you to be careful and I want you to promise me something."

"Anything for you, Lady Lyanna." He trailed his kisses, from her chest to her neck and stopped just inches from her face. Flashing her his signature smile.

"I want you to come home to us, alive. I don't know when the war would officially start, I don't care if its moons or years from now but I want you to return to me, safe and with your beautiful head still attached to your body."

He chuckled at the last part. "I promise. I've never broken a promise and I won't start with the promises I've made you."

"You swear?" She lifted her head to poke his nose with hers.

"It's a vow of forever."

"A vow of forever."

Both sealed it with a chaste kiss that brought on a bright future awaiting them.

In one of Dragonstone's chambers, Ashara watched Elia prepare for their trip to Winterfell; to attend the Lannister and Stark wedding. "Well?" She broke the silence.

"Well what?" Elia said impatiently. She wasn't one to lose her temper but Elia have had a lot on her mind lately, and she was not in the mood with Ashara's probing.

"You know very well what I mean." Ashara huffed.

"Your 'well' could mean anything." Elia glared at Ashara before frustratingly throwing her dresses on top of each other.

With her arms crossed against her chest, Ashara replied. "My 'well' means, what do you think of Lann's approaching nuptials?"

Elia sighed, she dropped another dress so she could sit on the bed. "Everything" she stared into Ashara's eyes, seeing her sympathy in it. "I feel everything. The good, the bad, and the confusing... I'm happy for him but I'm sad that—his happiness— it was not because of me. Im angry, not at him, but of what happened. I'm jealous. Does he love her? Because I still love him. Has he forgotten me? Because I still remember. Do you think he's broken that promise?" She opened her palm to look upon it, trying to read her unfortunate future as she remembered the night she broke both of their hearts. "But most of all, I'm confused. How did it come to this?"

This brought on the memory of her wedding day.

Every significant Lord's and Ladies were gathered in King's Landing to attend the union of the Targaryen prince and Dornish princess. Recognizing the union between spouses in The Sept of Baelor.

Elia, who was in the most beautiful dress she had ever been in, with the purest shade of white. She was not happy, but she had to put up a front. Smiling at Rhaegar, at the King, and to every guest who were within the sept. Clutching her maiden's cloak, unwilling to give it up for the Targaryen cloak.

She turned to the direction of the gathering Lannister's to see Lann with a small but encouraging smile on his face. She stared into his eyes, trying to tell him that she will always love him but then she felt her cloak being removed. Suddenly a rush of panic overcame her but then proceeded to try and be as calm as possible.

Rhaegar placed a cloak of his own house colors about her shoulders, signifying the passing from her father's protection into her husband's protection. Both Elia and Rhaegar speak the words, "With this kiss I pledge my love." After that small kiss, in which the septon finally declared them to be man and wife., stating they are "One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever." And they were presented to the guest.

Everyone clapped upon the septon's declaration while Elia's eyes flashed towards the Lannister's, all of them quiet but politely clapping along. She turned to her mother-by-law, giving her a small smile, and she refused to see the look on Lann's face for she had a feeling that she would break down upon looking at him.

At nine and ten, Elia was married.

But the great thing that came out of that heartbreak was her little girl, her little Rhaenys who gave her most of her happiness in her life.

She felt a tear drip down her cheek and quickly wiped it away. Years have passed and her tears just never runs out. Ashara's arm already around her.

"I know he still loves you, I have no doubt. He's always there for you, even for Rhaenys. Sometimes I think Lann's the father of your Rhaenys because it seems like he cares more than your own husband." She snickered.

Elia slapped her arm. "Shhh! Someone might hear you and they might think it's true."

"But it is true, Lann loves you and Rhaenys more than Rhaegar ever will. Anyway, I really miss him. At least Lann has had the chance to know the she wolf of the North before he gets married to her."

The princess nodded her head in agreement, hoping that at least Lann is happy with his life.

The Lannister party along with two Starks, two Martell's, and their guards has arrived at Riverrun, to ask the Tully's to join them on their travels, inviting them to Lann and Lyanna's nuptials.

In front of the Lannister party were Tywin and Lann and behind them were Lyanna, Cersei, Jaime, Oberyn, Obara, Benjen, and Tyrion. Across them were Hoster Tully and surprisingly Brandon Stark, beside them we're Catelyn, Lysa, Edmure, and the ward of Lord Hoster.

Brandon, the wild wolf, was enthusiastic upon seeing his little sister and brother. He immediately walked up towards his siblings to hug them. Both Lyanna and Benjen met him in a fierce hug.

Both Tywin and Hoster greeted each other and then paced towards the castle.

All the younger ones are left to greet each other. Lann, not wanting to disturb the Stark siblings moment, guided his siblings to meet the Tully's.

"Lady Catelyn, Lady Lysa" Lann nodded his head in greeting, they then received a curtsey from both of them; "Lord Lann" Catelyn responded. He flashed them a charming smile, getting a blush from both girls.

He then moved towards Edmure to playfully pat the boys head. "Don't you look like a mighty Tully."

Edmure looked at him with admiration in his eyes. He replied proudly, puffing his chest out. "Sure am! I'm squiring for Brandon, and I'll be as strong as him."

Lann noticed his siblings, following his lead. He grinned upon seeing Jaime in front of the younger Tully girl, politely kissing the back of her hand and wooing her with his natural Lannister charm. "Your hair looks like the red string of faith, guiding our paths together. It's beautiful, my lady." Lysa's face was now matching the color of her hair.

Lann almost bursted out laughing when he heard his brother's statement. Tyrion on the other hand couldn't stop a chuckle from coming out and like always, to Cersei, her twin's antics would give her headache's; Oberyn rubbed Cersei's back, trying to feel sympathy for his beloved, but failed to do so for he chuckled alongside Tyrion. Lann was about to greet Lord Hoster's ward when he felt a hand on his back and he looked behind him to see Lyanna with her brother's beside her.

"Bran, this is Lann." She locked her ams with Lann's, proudly presenting Lann to her brother.

Brandon offered a hand to Lann, then they were shaking each other's hand. The Stark looked emotionlessly at the Lannister who was going to take his sister away from him. He needed to know what kind of person this Lannister really was.

And impulsively, Brandon started off with "Where's the imp?" Pompously sizing Lann up, his arms crossed around his chest.

Benjen immediately glared up at his brother, hoping that Tyrion did not hear them.

Unfortunately, both the Lannister and Tully siblings were within hearing range. Tyrion immediately deflated, hearing the dreadful term used to describe him.

Both Cersei and Jaime stood on either sides of Tyrion in a protective manner. While the Tully siblings had that look of shock at Brandon's scandalous action. Edmure just stood quietly beside his sister's, feeling the intensity rising up.

"Bran!" Lyanna's expression shifted from surprise, anger, and disgust. How could he say that about Tyrion, to a boy who has one of the kindest hearts. She was about to berate her brother when she felt Lann pat her back before letting go of her.

Lann stepped closer to Brandon, to keep a protective distance away from Lyanna. He snarled into Brandon's face, "What did you say?" Fist clenched and trying to keep his rising temper.

Brandon refused to say it again for he just wanted to rile Lann up. "You heard me Lannister."

"Go on then, say it to my face Stark." Lann was keeping all the anger inside him, decided to respond calmly.

Now Lyanna looked worried, not for Brandon nor Lann but for the consequences their actions might cause.

"Your ears are as useless as nipples on a breast plate." Brandon barked back.

"Well aren't you a tough man— without balls of course."

"I've got balls. Balls bigger than yours!" This time Bran growled, his patience wearing thin.

"If you say so. Although, you must be proud to have your balls so low that it brushes against your knees." Lann who was calm and collected now smirked at Brandon.

Their silent spectator's clearly knew who won the verbal battle, impressed that the lion's bite matched the strength of its roar. Aside from Lyanna, nobody wanted to intervene, because they didn't want to get in between the chaos.

"That's it! I'll show you who has balls. You and I, in the training field, now!" Brandon went ahead with Edmure trailing behind him.

Catelyn appologized to Tyrion profusely for the disrespect caused by Brandon and like the sweet child he was, he just waves it off and saying that it was not their fault. She also offered an apology to both Cersei and Jaime which they silently accepted. Then Catelyn and Lysa eventually chased after Brandon, and were heading off towards the training field.

The rest of the party was silent.

Lann's fist were clenched, seconds away from wanting to punch through something.

Lyanna who was hesitant to touch Lann because she has never seen him in rage before.

They heard a sigh from Lann, his back still against them. "Nobody hurts Ty. Not Cersei, Jamie, nor my father." He turned towards them to smile at Oberyn. "Not Oberyn and Obara." He walked towards Lyanna and Benjen. His arm wrapped around Lyanna's shoulders, the other arm was placed on top of Benjen's head. "Not Lyanna and Benjen. Nobody hurts the people I value. He's supposed to be family, but he disrespected Tyrion. He will hear me roar."

They all looked at Lann as if he was the leader of a pack, a pack consisting of Lions, Wolves, and Snakes.

Oberyn, with Obara asleep in his arms, smirked at Lann. "Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken."

Lyanna, now with the habit of clutching onto Lann's tunics, was looking into his eyes. His eyes were like a clear lake in a dark forrest, switching from sadness to anger. She understood his response, her brother was being an idiot— again. With a small lift of her lips, "Be careful, and don't hurt each other too much."

Lann nodded his head in response. "A vow of forever, remember?" And he received a kiss on the cheek from her.

"Ben, kindly gather my armor. The rest of you can go ahead. Benjen and I will catch up." Lann let's go of Lyanna then walks alongside Benjen.

Both men only wore chainmail's, but they fought like they wore their jousting armor, hard and aggressive.

Brandon lunged forward, thrusting his sword towards Lann but with the Lannister's quick reflexes he quickly side stepped and aims a kick to Brandon's side. Lann took a step back, scrutinizing his opponent, sizing him up.

The Stark sprinted towards Lann again but this time Lann raised brightroar and both of their swords clashed together, with a clang. Brandon swiftly jabbed his sword in an attempt to slash onto Lann. Lann then responded with an attempt to cleave his arm.

Brandon swung left, then right with Lann dodging every lunging blow from Brandon, rolled to the right, raised his sword to parry an attack from Lann.

'He is indeed the North's wild Wolf. Predictable' Lann smirked.

Quickly, before Brandon could respond with a follow up, Lann dashed forward with his sword straight out in front of him, anticipating Brandon's sword to block his. Lann swiftly punched Brandon in the solar plexus, parried forcefully to knock the sword out of his opponent's hand, which stunned him for a brief moment. Lann immediately disarmed him, grabbing Brandon's arm, to pull him off his feet and throwing him across the floor with enough force. Choosing not to prolong the fight any longer, because even though Brandon insulted them, Lann did not want to hurt Brandon physically and just wanted to humiliate him just a little bit.

Lann draws his sword against Brandon's neck, where his pulse beats. "Say it Stark."

All the spectator's were silent, hoping it wouldn't escalate into something more violent.

"I yield." He groaned and rubbed at the spots where he felt was already sore, humiliated. "Fuck."

Lann, after hearing Brandon yield, dropped his sword beside him. Both men barely having enough air to breathe for they have been going at it for a while now. But it was also a testament to their experience in battle to have that much stamina to burn.

Brandon, shocked at Lann who was offering his hand for him to take.

"You may be an idiot, but you're still family. But I still don't appreciate how you've treated my family."

The Stark took his hand, grateful for Lann's help.

After both men were standing upright, faces now showing fear because they felt a dark aura looming over them.

Lyanna, who've had enough of their 'power' showing battle was immediately beside both Lann and Brandon; eagerly slapped both of them in the back of their heads.

"Ow" The lion said, his hand was now rubbing his head. "Hey!" The wolf exclaimed.

"You are an idiot Bran! You don't think of how your actions would affect the people around you. You're impulsive!" The small girl barked out in frustration. "You could have hurt Lann and yourself!" She kicked Brandon's leg in retaliation. "You hurt Tyrion." Her mood shifting from anger to sadness.

Brandon groaned once again. "I'm sorry Lya. I didn't mean to call the boy that word. You're right, I'm impulsive. I wanted to rile your Lannister up and the first thing that came into my mind was that." Seeing his sister with her hands on her hips, reminding him of their mother. He looked down to stare at his feet, properly chastised.

"Well I'm not the one you should be apologizing to." She turned to Lann so she could check on him.

The eldest Stark walked towards the youngest Lannister in slow step, he stopped at a respectable distance from Tyrion. "I apologize. Truly, I did not want to hurt you or planned to insult you by calling you that word upon meeting you." He dropped into a kneel, then respectfully bowed his head to the boy. "I sincerely regret my actions and words and I hope this does not affect the union of our families. I'm sorry, Tyrion."

The small boy gave Brandon a big grin before he gave him a shy hug. "It's alright. You're Lya and Ben's big brother and I know that Lya could be hot headed too but I still love them." Tyrion let's go of Brandon. "I accept your apology great ser!"

Brandon stared at the enthusiastic boy in shock. 'Lyanna was right, she was lucky to be betrothed to the oldest Lannister. The Lannister's were nothing like the power hungry house that they thought.' He ruffled the boy's hair. "Your kindness is much appreciated my lord." He replied with a playful grin.

Both Brandon and Lann now had their ladies fussing over them. Catelyn carefully checked on her betrothed while continuing to berate him for what happened. "What were you thinking?!" Catelyn took hold of Brandon's ear to twist it, hoping it would hurt him enough.

"Ouch! Cat, that hurt." He pouted at his betrothed hoping her anger would dwindle down.

She sighed, "You big oaf." She was rolling her eyes before she planted a small kiss on his lips.

"I'm sorry." Brandon took Catelyn's hands in his. "Truely, I am."

"I know you are. I'm proud of you." She noticed his smirk and she cut him off before he could open his mouth. "Not because of what you've instigated. I'm proud of what you did after. You could've left in a huff, and here you are. Showing that you could take responsibility for your actions."

"Well, I had to show them I had balls." He gave her a toothy grin.

Catelyn only chuckled. He was mischievous but she loves him.

Meanwhile, Lyanna was tiptoeing to run her fingers through Lann's hair.

"Bran's a clod. If he says something that offends you, just pretend he doesn't exist. He gets pissed when I do that." She proceeded to lock her fingers around his neck.

"I don't care if anyone insults me. But no one gets away with insulting my loved ones." Lann cradled her cheeks, rubbing his thumb against it. "You know that, I fight my hardest for them."

"I know." Lyanna gave him a chaste kiss, "I know. I am fortunate to have you." She added with another peck.

"No one is as fortunate me, I have you and you adore me." He said with a smirk.

The Lord Paramount of the Trident was inside his private solar, along with his esteemed guest the Warden of the West.

"How can you assure that pledging an alliance with you Lannister's could be an asset for us Tully's"

"Simply having an alliance with us is already an asset and it does not hurt that we have a mutual understanding on the events that has occurred recently. I've been building up the strength of my house along with our association. I've been scheming for years, and now we move. Us Lannister's, the Stark's, the Martell's, the Baratheon's and Arryn's who are now connected to the Stark's, and now the Tully's. I see no reason to not have the same allegiance." Tywin's face, impassive but never lacked the confidence though-out his spiel.

Hoster took a minute to ponder before he was nodding at Tywin respectfully. "I see, we've both seen the same thing, the Stark's are thriving in the South. We have a broad perspective on this game and you would have my confidence in raising my banner's for house Lannister if need be."

"Pleased to have this discussion with you." Both Lord's shook each other's hands, indicating the sealing of an alliance.

Before Tywin could leave the solar, Hoster added. "Might I propose a betrothal to Lysa with young Jaime?"

"You could but my son Lann is a big believer of falling in love before the nuptials. I suggest that we let the children interact with each other before seeing what the best course of action to take."

This time, Hoster took a longer pause before he agreed with Tywin.