Hey everyone, welcome to the newest chapter of Hear My Roar. I am sorry for the late update I have no excuse. Last time Lucien and Tyrion arrived at Winterfell and received a frigid reception from the remaining members of House Stark. After stopping at an inn to eat they were surprised to see Catelyn Tully there as well, she showed her feelings about seeing them by ordering their capture. Now with recap out of the way on with the story.

Lucien could proudly say that he didn't go down quietly. As soon as Catelyn Tully gave the order for their capture, Lucien grabbed Tyrion and was out of the door in seconds. Unfortunately, they didn't have time to get to the horses and had to escape on foot. Their pursuers, however, did they caught them half an hour later. Lucien didn't go quietly though, it took three men to hold him.

Currently, Lucien was on a horse with his hands bound together listening to an annoying bard sing about their capture. As soon as they put him on a horse his captors put a bag over his head. Hours later, he was roughly taken off his horse and the bag was taken off his head, his father was right beside him. Lucien took a moment to look at their new traveling companions. He wanted to remember all their faces.

"This is the high road." Tyrion gasped, pulling Lucien out of his thoughts. "The Eastern Road. You said we were riding for Winterfell!"

"Often and loudly," she said, smugly. "No doubt your friends will ride that way when they come after us, I wish them good speed."

So there is a brain somewhere in that head of hers. Lucien thought as he tried to think of a way out of this situation. The group consisted of a handful of hedge knights and men-at-arms, but there were three that truly concerned him. Ser Rodrick, Winterfell's Master-at-arms, and the two sell-swords Chiggin and Bron. Chiggin looked like he would be easy to take care of, but it was Bron that truly concerned him. His uncle Jaime taught him there were two kinds of sell-swords, the ones that fought in large companies and swarmed the enemy, and the more dangerous breed, the ones who will do anything for the right price. Bron struck him as the latter.

Part of Lucien that sounded suspiciously like his uncle said to just fuck the odds and grab the nearest sword and start hacking. However, another voice that sounded a great deal like his father pointed out how stupid that was and that Lucien and Tyrion would never make it out of the Vale without the hill tribe catching them.

"I am not a murderer, Lannister." Lady Stark said, his father realized that they were taking them to the Vale to put them on trial. An instant death sentence with her sister, Lysa likely to be the judge, a fact his father obviously pointed out.

"Neither are we," Tyrion said. "Neither my son nor I made an attempt on your son's life."

"The assassin was armed with your dagger."

That caught Lucien's attention. "Was the dagger Valyrian steel with a dragon bone handle?"

"So, you admit it to trying to murder my son?" Catelyn asked, turning her glare on him.

Lucien ignored her beginning to put the pieces together. "Did Petyr Baelish tell you the dagger belonged to my father?"

"And if he did?"

"Then I would tell you, you're being lied to."

Just for a moment, Lucien thought he saw a hint of doubt in her eyes. "Why would Petyr lie to me?"

"Why does a bear shit in the woods?" Tyrion asked it appears his father has come to the same conclusion as him. "Because it is his nature. Lying comes as easily to him as breathing. You ought to know that better than anyone."

She took a step towards them, her face tight. "And what does that mean, Lannister."

"Littlefinger loves to brag about how he took you and your sisters maidenhead." Lucien answered, simply.

"That is a lie!" Catelyn yelled before quickly calming herself down. "Petyr Baelish loved me once. He was only a boy, his passion was a tragedy for all of us, but it was real and pure, and nothing to be made mock of. He wanted my hand, that is the truth of the matter. You are truly an evil man, Lannister."

"It doesn't matter if we are lying or not, you need to release us," Lucien said. "The longer you keep us, prisoner, the more likely my grandfather will hear that you kidnapped us." That brought a shiver to everyone's spine, Tywin Lannister had that effect on people. "He does not love us, true, but he has a reputation to uphold. He will burn down villages from Riverrun to the Vale until he gets us back, do you truly want that." This caused Catelyn to hesitate, he knew he had her thinking, maybe they would actually be able to get out of this.

"Riders!" Damn it!

The shriek came from the ridge above them. Tyrion and Lucien both held out their bound wrist. "Cut us loose," Tyrion demanded. "You will need every sword you can get."

She knew he was right, the tribesman wouldn't care who's house they were from, they would kill them all the same. They might spare Catelyn herself; she was still young enough to bare children. Still, she hesitated.

While she was busy debating whether to cut them loose or not, the rest of the group was preparing for the attack. Ser Rodrick was already on his horse, longsword in hand. The singer, Marillion was helping a knight with his breastplate.

"Give me your word that you will put down your swords again after the fight is done," Catelyn said.

Oh, now you'll trust our word. Tyrion grinned, crookedly. "On our honor as a Lannister."

"Arm them," Catelyn snapped. Ser Rodrick cut their bindings and gave Lucien his sword. Brown rode up to offer Tyrion a double-handed axe.

Lucien's hand shook slightly as he pulled the sword from its scabbard. This would be his first real battle, he sparred with people hundreds of times, but his uncle told him his first battle would be entirely different.

The clansmen came thundering out, no heralds, no banners, no horns, not drums, only lean dark men in mismatched. Leading the charge was a big man in a striped shadowskin cloak, armed with a two-handed greatsword.

Lucien and the others met them head on shouting out the names of their respective Lords as a battle cry. He expected to freeze when he faced his first man in a real battle, that he would shake with fear and be cut down in a second. He didn't. It felt like his body had a mind of its own when the hill tribesman swung his sword at him he lazily deflected it and easily stabbed him in his stomach, then he moved onto the next.

He cut down two other men before he heard a loud yell, he turned around to see the man in the shadowskin cloak. He was looking at him and pointed at him with his greatsword. The tribesman charged at him, Lucien shifted into a more ready stance and blocked the sword that was aimed at him. Lucien smirked, this was the fight he was looking for. Out of all the tribesman here, Lucien could tell this one was the strongest.

The tribesman slashed at him again, intending to separate his head from his shoulders. Lucien blocked and countered the attack with his own, giving his enemy a cut on his right leg. This angered the man and he tried to run him through, Lucien lazily dodged the stab and gave him another cut on the opposite leg for his trouble. The man's attacks were getting sloppy now Lucien continued to give the man wounds all over his arms and legs. The tribesman was growing tired, at this point, he could barely lift his sword. Deciding to end this, Lucien buried his sword in his opponent's chest.

Lucien looked around and saw that the battle was over. As soon as the battle fever left him he realized a very important fact.

Father!

Lucien began looking around furiously, panic beginning to settle in. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw his father speaking with Bron. He ran over to him and pulled him into a hug, not caring who saw.

"I am so sorry." Lucien apologized before he could say anymore Tyrion waved it off.

"It's fine, I did quite well on my own, actually." Holding up his battle axe, it was drenched in blood. Before they could converse anymore, Ser Rodrick walked up to him and held his hand out for the sword and axe back.

Lucien for half a second considered refusing many of the people guarding him and his father was either wounded, exhausted, or dead. If they moved fast enough they might get away. Word be damned. However, he made a promise and he intended to keep it. He handed Rodrick the sword without a word. Ser Rodrick gave him a nod of thanks.

"Let him keep it." Lady Stark looked down from her horse. "We may have need of it if we are attacked again." Lucien watched her ride away, as he and his father got back on their horses to follow. Maybe we'll get out of this alive after all.

This hope was immediately dashed when the group entered the Eyrie only to see a six name day old boy drinking from his mother's breast like a newborn.

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