Just a quickie reminder: This story was inspired by various tumblr imagines. The three characters are the ones my two friends and I invented for these imagines. My friends tell me how they want their characters, and I write them.

Also thank you for followers and people who have faved it. Sorry I suck so bad at updating, and this chapter is especially short and non-action packed. I'll try to be better. I really have no excuses.

Leila

Leila was excited for many things. Firstly, she was excited because she was with her brother and sister. Secondly, she was excited because she knew Tyrion had left the Wall and would be returning soon, and thirdly, she was excited because she and Robb were keeping in touch via letters. Not only that, she had received a letter from her father, and that made her day. She knew how busy her father was, so to have to him remember her greatly improved her mood.

In Robb's last letter, he told her that Bran had woken up, but that he had lost the use of his legs. She prayed all would be right for the boy, but it did hurt her heart that Bran couldn't walk. Robb had told her back in Winterfell that he liked to ride. Also, at the end of the letter, he had sent his love.

Leila was happy to spend some extra time with Cersei and Jaime. They were both busy with their various duties. It made her happy that they could take some time out for her.

"I hear you've been receiving letters from the North," Jaime said, glancing in Leila's direction. "From whom?"

"Well…" She grinned.

"Who else? You are infatuated by that Stark boy," Cersei said. "Though I can see he's infatuated with you as well. Why wouldn't he be?"

"Leila is lovely," said Jaime. "Did the Stark boy tell you about his brother?"

"Robb," Leila automatically corrected. "His name is Robb…and yes, he did tell me. I'm very relieved."

"As are we," Cersei said, tilting her head to one side. She glanced over at Jaime.

"He'll never walk again though, and he can't remember how he fell. They found him right underneath the tower, so they think he fell while climbing," Leila explained. "Poor boy. I hope the best for him."

"As do I," Jaime said. "Such a tragedy, and so young too."

"Robb says that Tyrion is in Winterfell and that he will be traveling to King's Landing soon," Leila said, switching topics. "I'm glad. I've missed him greatly."

"I was rather enjoying not having him around," Cersei said and took a drink of wine.

"I'm excited too," Jaime whispered in Leila's ear and winked. She giggled.

Leila reached for a glass of wine and drank it with perked lips. In the amount of time it took for her to finish one glass, Cersei drank two. Leila side glanced her sister and couldn't help but remember the incident with the direwolf. She'd not seen Joffrey much since it happened, but she still felt it was unfair that Sansa's wolf be killed. What would their father say? She thought that her father would have appreciated the majesty of a direwolf. He was so perfect, and he liked beautiful things.

Robb's and mine's children will have the blood of wolves and lions…

"Oh," Jaime said suddenly. "Gods, do I sometimes hate my duties."

"I thought you loved the Kings Guard?" Leila said.

"I do like hitting things with a sword…but I have to watch the King's room. You see, sweet sister, our king has many, many visitors that come to his room in the afternoons and the evenings," Jaime said. "I am stationed there to make sure that no one interrupts."

"Like whores?" Leila said.

"Stop it, both of you!" Cersei snapped. "We aren't to speak about this. Even the simplest of criticisms toward the crown could result in all of our heads on pikes."

Jaime said nothing else, but Leila saw him from the corner of her eye clenching his fists. Cersei then stood up and headed for the door.

"I am to help Joffrey prepare for an afternoon with the Stark girl," she said. "Here's to hoping it goes well enough." She raised her glass.

Later on that day it was announced that there would be a joust in the new Hand's honor. Though Leila didn't know Eddard Stark very well yet, she doubted he truly called for the joust. The tournament was just a poor excuse for King Robert to see some sport. Leila's father didn't let her watch jousts; he said that the only bloodshed a woman should see was the blood on her wedding night as well as the blood shed when she had children.

She didn't know if Miriam would have enjoyed a joust with being heavy. She thought it might be smart to have another handmaiden go with her. Miriam was starting to show, but she hid her pregnancy by wearing large and baggy dresses.

Just as Leila expected, Miriam wanted to steer clear of the joust. The day of the tourney arrived, and Leila dressed in a magnificent red gown to honor the contestants. The jousting yard was long and being cleared of all debris. When she arrived, she looked around to see who she could sit with.

Just then she spotted the Stark girls and made her way toward them. She'd sit with Sansa, because she was the easiest to get along with. Lydia couldn't push her away. When she came over to them, Sansa lit up, while Lydia and Arya stared at her.

"Mind if I sit here?" Leila asked.

"Please do," Sansa said.

She slipped in beside Sansa. Meanwhile, the Kings Guard were positioning themselves to make sure no one could harm the royal family.

"Where is Miriam?" Lydia asked Leila.

"You know my handmaiden?" Leila asked.

"I knew her in Winterfell," Lydia said. "Where is she?"

Leila could hardly believe that Lydia was talking to her.

"She's feeling a little under the weather, so she stayed in her room," she answered. "I will be sure to send your regards to her." She then spoke to Sansa. "How are things with you and the prince? I hope things are going better."

Just as she said that, Sansa looked up at the King's box and saw Joffrey, who didn't look back at her.

"Lover's quarrel?"

They all turned in their seats to see a man with a mockingbird pin.

"I'm sorry. Do I…?" Sansa trailed off.

Sansa's septa spoke up. "Sansa, dear, this is Lord Baelish. He's known…"

"And old friend of the family," Baelish cut in. "I've known your mother a long, long time. I had the pleasure of meeting your elder sister just the other day. A lovely experience if I do say so myself. May I sit here?"

Sansa wiggled over and allowed Lord Baelish to sit on the other side of her.

"Good day, Lord Baelish," Lydia said curtly.

Leila had heard of Petyr Baelish before, or Littlefinger as her father sometimes called him. She knew he was master of coin in the small council and was also very manipulative. He didn't scare her or her father, though.

"Why do they call you Littlefinger?" Arya shot in.

"Arya!" Sansa cried.

"Don't be rude!" The Septa said.

"No, it's quite all right. When I was a child I was very small and I come from a little spit of land called The Fingers, so you see, it's an exceedingly clever nickname," he explained. "Ah, Lady Lannister! Forgive me for not greeting you earlier!"

"The pleasure is mine, Lord Baelish," Leila said, her court manners coming to her.

King Robert sat in his small throne above them and scratched his belly. He muttered something too, which made Cersei, dressed in a brown dress and a cloak stitched with Lannister lions, roll her eyes. Her hair was piled on top of her head and a beautiful crown sat upon it. Her long fingers rested in her lap. She looked like an empress to Leila.

"I've been sitting here for days! Start the damn joust before I piss myself!" King Robert shouted over the stands.

All Leila could think about was what Jaime had said about the King. Was he sleeping with women other than her sister? Then Leila's stomach twisted ever so slightly. Her sister wasn't sleeping with the King either…

The competitors stepped into the long arena, both on horseback and both in shiny armor with capes depicting their families' arms. Leila recognized only one of the men. The other man, though she didn't know him, she could tell of what house he was, thanks to her many lessons with her uncle. Upon seeing one of the men, Sansa gasped loudly. Even Lydia looked startled by him.

"Gods, who is that?" Sansa asked Littlefinger.

"Ser Gregor Clegane. They call him the Mountain….The Hound's older brother," Littlefinger replied.

The youngest Stark sister glanced up at the Hound, who was in the box with the King and Queen. Leila saw her clench her fists.

Leila had met the Mountain before. House Clegane was sworn to protect and serve the Lannisters. Leila hated being around Ser Gregor. She used to have nightmares about him; for her, though she couldn't prove anything, she couldn't help but put his ugly face to that of a rapist's. She'd heard many rumors, but her father kept her away from them. The Mountain was huge, though. The man stood nearly seven feet tall, and he liked to kill. When Leila and her father dined together, her father would dismiss the Mountain because he knew how much he bothered Leila.

"And his opponent?" Sansa asked.

"Ser Hugh of the Vale. He was Jon Arryn's squire. Look how far he's come," said Littlefinger.

The knights rode their horses in a circle, and the audience cheered. A few of them even placed bets. Then King Robert stomped his foot loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Yes, yes…Enough of the bloody pomp! Have at it!" He ordered.

With Robert's orders, the two knights charged at one another. Leila bit her nails very un-lady like. She was suddenly grateful that her father never allowed her to attend a joust, but it was too late now. She couldn't leave. When Ser Clegane and Ser Hugh passed one another the first time, nothing happened, much to Leila's relief. The second time, however, the two knights were right in front of Leila's, Littlefinger's, and the Starks' box, and the Mountain struck his lance through the throat of Ser Hugh. He ripped out, but a massive splinter was left behind. The audience gasped, and Leila covered her mouth to hold in a scream. She hid her eyes, but she could still hear as the dying knight choked up blood and fell from his horse.

"You can look now. They've taken care of the body," Littlefinger whispered to Leila a few minutes later.

She reluctantly moved her hands.

"How could he?" She swallowed.

"Don't tell me you expected anything less. The Mountain is always doing business at Casterly Rock for your father. You know him," Littlefinger said.

"I avoid him," she admitted.

"He's a…a beast," Lydia said. "I can't believe he did that."

Arya and Sansa didn't speak. Their white faces were a sure sign of shock. Then Littlefinger stared right into Sansa's blue eyes.

"Not what you were expecting?" He asked. When he saw that she couldn't speak, he went on. "Has anyone ever told you the story of the Mountain and the Hound? Lovely little tale of brotherly love. The Hound was just a pup, six years old maybe. Gregor a few years older, already a big lad, already getting a bit of a reputation. Some lucky boys just born with a talent for violence. One evening... Gregor found his little brother playing with a toy by the fire... Gregor's toy, a wooden knight. Gregor never said a word, he just grabbed his brother by the scruff of his neck and shoved his face into the burning coals. Held him there while the boy screamed, while his face melted."

They all swiveled in their seats to get a look at the Hound. Sure enough, half of his face was marred and burnt. The wound was always slimy. Sansa's complexion was the color of Winterfell's snow.

"Lord Baelish," Lydia cut in harshly. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell my sister such tales. You'll frighten her."

"Yes, of course. My apologies. I just wanted her to be…prepared for whatever comes her way. You Starks should know your allies and your enemies," Littlefinger said. He said to Sansa: "There aren't very many people who know that story."

"I won't tell anyone. I promise." Sansa was visibly shaken by the story, though Leila was frightened too.

"No, please don't." A smirk was birthed on Littlefinger's face. "If the Hound so much as heard you mentioned it, I'm afraid all the knights in King's Landing would not be able to save you."

Sansa nodded meekly. Lydia huffed obnoxiously.

"If it was such a dangerous secret, then why the fuck did you tell her?" Lydia snapped.

AN: Again, sorry for the short chapters here.