Hello, everyone welcome to the latest chapter of Here My Roar. Sorry for the wait but school has been a major pain in my butt, but enough about me. Last chapter Lucien Lannister and his father, along with the royal family arrived at Winterfell. During the welcoming feast for the king, Lucien gave some interesting advice to Ned Stark's bastard son, Jon Snow. Now with the recap out of the way, on with the story.

Despite the cold weather and the dirty looks he would occasionally get from the Northerners, Tyrion was enjoying his time in Winterfell. Currently, he and his son were watching his least favorite nephew get his smug, royal arse get handed to him by the heir to Winterfell.

Watching the spectacle was him, Lucien, Tommen, and a couple Lannister guards, along with the Hound.

On the side of the Stark's was Lord Stark's second trueborn son Bran, their ward Theon Greyjoy, some household guards, and the bastard Jon Snow.

After Joffrey's beating, it was Tommen and Bran's turn in the ring. Tommen at least did better than Joffrey, he and Bran were both so heavily padded that neither could hardly move, the fight, if you could call it that felt like it dragged on for hours both boys huffing and puffing, whacking each other with padded swords, until finally Tommen went rolling in the dirt.

"Enough!" Ser Rodrik, the Master at Arms called out. He helped Tommen back to his feet. "Well fought. Lew, Donnis, help them out of their armor." He looked around. "Prince Joffrey, Robb, will you go another round?"

The heir Winterfell moved forward eagerly. "Gladly." Joffrey, however was less enthusiastic.

"This is a game for children, Ser Rodrik." He said disinterestedly.

Theon Greyjoy laughed at this. "You are children," he said derisively.

"Robb may be a child," Joffrey said. "I am a prince. And I grow tired of swatting at Stark's with a play sword." He mocked, as if he had won the earlier sparring match.

"You got more swats than you gave, Joff," Robb said. "Are you afraid?"

Joffrey looked at him. "Oh, terrified," he said. "You're so much older." Some of the Lannister men laughed. "I have a better idea," Joffrey said. "Your bastard against my cousin." This caught the Stark side off guard, Tyrion however knew exactly what Joffrey was doing. "Come now, my cousins almost a bastard himself so it's quite alright." Joffrey said with a smirk. Lucien got up and walked over to get a practice sword.

"You don't have to do this." Tyrion told his son, he didn't want Lucien to be part of another one of Joffrey's jokes.

"It's okay," Lucien assured him quietly. "It's best to just give Joffrey what he wants and get it over with." Lucien then walked to the center of the ring where Jon Snow was waiting with his own practice sword. Both moved to the opposite sides of the rings and dropped into a ready stance.

"Begin!" Ser Rodrik shouted, and the match began.

Lucien and Jon dueled for several minutes neither gaining an advantage over the other. With the way the Lannister and Stark men were cheering you would think it was a tourney match. Tyrion didn't know much about fighting, it was one of the few things he wasn't knowledgeable of, but he knew his son was better than most his age. Lucien had been trained by his brother after all. The match continued for another few minutes with both fighters dodging, and blocking each other's strikes, both boys smiling by this point. This was a side of his son he rarely got to see, Tyrion believes he got it from his uncle, he loved to fight. Finally, Lucien saw a weakness in Jon's defense, he swung his sword low at Jon's leg causing him to fall and the match was Lucien's. The Lannister men cheered none more loudly than Tyrion and Tommen. Lucien didn't walk over to them however he walked over to Jon and offered him his hand. Jon graciously took it and Lucien helped him to his feet, and they shook hands. Joffrey, however like always had to ruin the moment.

"Well fought, cousin you're skilled enough to defeat a bastard of course in a fight against a real warrior you probably wouldn't be so lucky." Joffrey mocked. "Come Dog, the hour of play is done. I grow bored of these Starks and their games."

Lucien and Jon looked at each other and one word came to their minds.

"Cunt."

After hearing this they both burst out laughing. Tyrion only looked on smiling, Lucien didn't have many friends being his son had made sure of that and being raised in Casterly Rock had taught him to hide his feelings. At least now it seems he had one.

The next day, however was less exciting the king had called for a hunt, wanting a wild boar for the feast that night. Joining the hunting party was Joffrey, Robb, Lord Stark's younger brother Benjen Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Ser Rodrik, and even himself. Lucien came as well if only to keep him company, for them the hunt was extremely boring a dwarf and his son weren't aloud to hunt with the real nobles. The hunt was relatively short thankfully, it was when they got back that they heard the terrible news.

Bran Stark had fallen.

And that concludes the second chapter of Hear My Roar. We get a little more insight into Lucien's personality, and we get a few instances of how he is treated by other members of his family now onto the reviews.

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