A/N: Hi! Err… yeah, okay. Say hi to Miss Jacklyn Snow, her hallucinogenic friend Marshall, and his bird Bear. They're a package deal.
"The Godswood is so beautiful in the snow." I tell Marshall. He just smiles. And then I hear somebody. "Scar?" My direwolf's name is Scar. She comes, growling softly.
"Bear!" Marshall calls, "Who is it?" Bear's his falcon. He flies down, and squawks "Imp! Imp!"
And then I see him. It's that Lannister, the dwarf. Scar looks ready to pounce. I call her off.
"Thank you," the Imp says, gesturing towards Scar. "I was about killed by one of those beasts earlier. And he was prettier, too."
"Scar's not a beast." I say.
"It's not worth it." Marshall whispers.
"Who are you, girl?" the dwarf continues.
"Jacklyn St—Snow," I say. He nods. "And you?"
"Tyrion Lannister, though most would call me the Imp. Or worse…"
"I know how you feel. People call me terrible things."
He laughs. "Why weren't you at the feast?" he asks.
"They told me I wouldn't make a good impression on you. That I'm… different."
He laughs again. "What they mean, girl, is that you're a freak. What is it with you?"
"Well, I have friends that no one thinks are real."
His face softens, which makes it uglier. "And you're a bastard."
"That too."
"So, in short, you're the whole package."
"I guess…"
He genuinely looks sorry for me. And then I hear Robb call me.
"Don't want another run-in with a direwolf." he says, and leaves.
I stare at the heart tree. He's right. I'm a freak.
"No, of course you aren't." Marshall says, sitting beside me.
And then Robb finds me.
"Jacklyn! Are you alright? You're leaving tomorrow, you should really get ready."
Theon's right behind, smiling, as always. And Jon's behind him, chatting with Theon's sister.
I smile, and go with them.
A/N: If my Tyrion sucked, I apologize. Please review!