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While Lyanna had seen many things in her life of only 17 years, watching Tyrion Lannister try to wake up at sunrise was definitely one of the best. He kept rolling from one side of their camp to the other in order to fully come awake, this would forever bring her enjoyment. Half and an hour later and he was up, not fully awake but up. Mostly he just sipped his wine until he came back into full consciousness, suddenly complimenting Lyanna on such a piece of land they were traveling through.
"Don't worry Lord Tyrion, tonight you don't have to sleep alone." Lyanna assured him for the 5th time. There was a rumor running around Casterly Rock that Winterfell had no whore houses. Apparently that was the reason those in the north were such dull group of party throwers. She shook her head, well it wasn't far from the truth, those in the North just considered things needed more composure….nah most were just to use to the cold.
The ride continued liked that for another couple of hours. Tyrion and Lyanna playfully bantered back and forth. Lyanna knew they would be coming up on Winterfell soon and she knew her mother would be pacing back and forth if she didn't hurry her arrival up. She quickly made sure that Tyrion wouldn't get lost on his way to his pleasurable company.
"My Dear Lady," Tyrion asked genuinely shocked "should I be worried that you know the location of a brothel so well?" He couldn't fathom it, no matter how he looked at it. She answered him with a sly smile and a wink, just to further confused him. She couldn't hold up the act very long and laughed out loud.
"In a way, whores provide the area with a way to keep the peace in Winterfell and the surrounding area. Men are far more likely not to stab each other over every little thing if they are just coming back from the brothel. So in light of that, every 7th day I am in Winterfell, I go to the brothel and teach all who wish to learn how to read and write." Lyanna told while she remembered how furious her mother had been when she first told her parents of her plan. Her father had listened to her with a grim face, but in the end he allowed it to happen as long as she never went alone. Over time, she became a welcomed guest, and the guards were no longer needed. "I remember thinking I could do anything when I finally grasped enough education. The knowledge itself only cost me time and patience. And what use is horded knowledge? I only have one student now, her name is Ros. Given enough time and the chance at it, she could almost anything."
Tyrion had a thoughtful look on his face as he contemplated what she had said. He could hear his two escorts muttering about what Lady Stark said. In truth, Tyrion had never thought about the fact that a whore could not read or write, it wasn't a necessary skill set to have in a brothel. Men weren't looking to read with them. However, he couldn't fault her ability to want to give something back to people who were treated unfairly despite their profession.
"This is where I must leave you Lord Tyrion. I'm sure the whole North is looking for me by now. I shall see you again at the feast we will be having for the King and Queen." Lyanna waved at him as she gently kicked Little Warrior into a gallop and whistled for Shadow to keep up. Watching her ride off towards Winterfell, Tyrion could help but be in awe. She looked like the Queen of the Forest, come out to make sure no harm had befallen any under her rule.
"Until we meet again, Lady Stark" Tyrion said under his breath. Turning his horse in the direction she had pointed him in, he made his way towards the outlying village of Winterfell and the brothel. He would ask for Ros, maybe someone with the body of a whore and a mind with a small education would be quite fun.
Riding into the courtyard, Lyanna was treated to the site of some orderly chaos designed by her mother. She climbed down off Little Warrior and led him to the stables, making sure to put down some hay for him and fill a small bucket of water. She patted him along the neck and told him she would be back later. She had just enough time to turn around before all peace was forgotten.
"Lyanna Stark, your late," her mother called "do you have any idea little time we have left before the King and Queen arrive. Come here this instant, we have to get you cleaned and properly dressed." Grabbing onto Lyanna arm and practically dragging her towards the castle with a surprising amount of force. Lyanna just smiled, the sooner she got this over with, the sooner she would be free again.
She spotted her twin with his neatly cut hair and shaven face. He gave her a mocking wave and proceeded to laugh at her with Jon and Theon at her expense. She made sure they would get what was coming to them. After all, Lannisters were not the only one who could always pay their debts. Thinking of all the revenge was all washed away when she was roughly torn out of her clothes and thrown into a large body of water. She shivered as she came up for air only to have her arms pulled from her and scrubbed down thoroughly.
"Seven Hells Mother, did you use water from the river just for me?" Lyanna asked her mother as she tried to come to grips with the water. Her Septa had other ideas as she began to unbind her hair and pushed her head down to get it all wet before getting it washed up. Lyanna briefly wondered if prisoners went through something like this as torture.
"This is your own fault Lyanna, I told you to hurry home so we would have time to prepare for the King's arrival." Catelyn Stark formerly of House Tully truly loved all her children. But she needed help from the Gods, Old and New, to deal with her children some days. Her twins, had been a blessing that she would never have imagined having. Twins were a rare commodity that the world didn't see very often. She only wished Lyanna would act more Lady like, as Sansa had enjoyed growing up. But her first daughter was a Stark and a fighter.
Lyanna grabbed a rag and some soap and proceeded to wash her legs and body while her mother had finished with her arms. She could feel the Septa finish with her hair. She dipped her hair into the water to rinse it out, taking one last glance to make sure she was clean, Lyanna stepped out of the tub. Her Septa handed her a towel and left to find Lyanna some clothes. Lyanna quickly dried off, knowing exactly which clothes would be what her mother would want her in.
She walked to a small chest of her belongings. She pulled out her nicest pair of trousers and a tunic that would match her brothers. By the time her mother and Septa came back in holding a lovely dress and cloak, Lyanna was tying up her boots and putting her hair into a simple but neat looking pony tail.
"Ah, thank you mother, and you Septa. That dress is lovely." Lyanna said innocently as she threw the cloak around her shoulders and tied it off, making sure it was secure. Her mother looked exasperated but did not push considering the King's convoy was literally riding up their road. Lady Catelyn Stark ushered them all out of the room and down to the courtyard to wait for the arrival of the King.
Once outside, Lyanna headed directly for her twin, standing between him and Sansa. She looked around and saw Arya running up with a soldier's helm on her own head. Smiling, she guess someone was missing the piece and would get an earful from Ser Rodrik. She thought no more of it as the first of the King's entourage came through there gates. A few guards to take the vanguard, followed directly by Jaime Lannister, twin brother to Queen Cersei. He was in his Kingsguard armor, all white and gold. Prince Joffery followed his uncle with a smirk that left him looking like he was going to make mischief. Yup, Lyanna thought, He looks like a royal pain in the ass. Followed by them was The Hound. All dressed up in his armor with a hound head for a helm. Well, nobody here will be able to forget who he is.
A large carriage was pulled in next, no doubt holding the Queen and her remaining children. King Robert came just behind it, all red-faced and angry. As soon as he cleared the gates, her father nodded to everyone to kneel before the King. As one, the people of Winterfell kneeled down to show fealty to King Robert of the House Baratheon. A pair of squires came with a large wooden box to help the King down off of his horse. Once down, King Robert marched up to her father like a man on a mission. Staring down at her father, the King motioned for him to rise and looked him square in the eye. Eddard greeted him respectfully and waited for the King.
"You've got fat." It was statement. No tact at all with King Robert it would seem.
Her father was clever man, simply looking down at the King's own wide gut in response. It seemed an eternity before the King laughed at his joke. Embracing each other as brothers, everyone else released a sigh of relief. Once done, he greeted her mother and little Rickon before heading her way.
"You must be Robb," he said giving him a look before moving on "and you must be Lyanna. You look a lot like your aunt." Lyanna accepted his word with a nod. Her father had told her the same, she only wished she could have known her namesake. King Robert moved on, mentioning how pretty Sansa was, which left her blushing. He asked Arya her name and commented on how Brandon would be a warrior.
Queen Cersei came down out of her carriage and walked up to her father. He greeted her and kissed her hand. Her mother curtsied to her and addressed her as well. The Queen looked over at her and her brother, giving them a questioning look. As if she didn't realize they were twins. The moment was broken by Arya whispering a question.
"Where's the imp?" She asked to nobody in particular. Sansa was quick to shush her so that nobody would listen to her. Sansa just wanted to continue to look at Prince Joffery and daydream.
"Take me to your crypt, I want to pay my respects." King Robert asked her father. Apparently his love her dead aunt was still a tender thing in his heart.
"We've been riding for a month, my love. The dead can wait." Queen Cersei was not pleased still competing with a dead woman, if the tone of her voice was anything to go by. While the King and her father walked off to the crypt, Lyanna heard the Queen command her brother to find Lord Tyrion. Lyanna smiled to herself, she guessed she could save Jaime Lannister an hour of looking and just tell him exactly where Tyrion was.
A/N: Well here is another chapter. Please feel free to R&R. Those who choose to be mean and offensive. I'm going to choose to ignore your opinion and move on with my life. Hope to hear good news. Ja Ne
