CRYSTOFF "KITT" TULLY

Crystoff had waited until the sun had set before making his way through the Northern section of the encampment. Like the famous Ser Duncan the Tall he had encamped in a nearby wood under a strong oak tree by a little stream. If he was to begin his newly dubbed knighthood from his uncle in any other manner, Crystoff could hardly see any other way than in emulating one of his favorites he had grown up listening to. Though he camped alone with no Egg by his side, Crystoff felt he was in good company under the Oak tree. His father had forbidden him to come to the Tourney-saying it was best if they just stayed out of the "dragon snare" as he had called it. But Crystoff couldn't pass up the chance to meet with her, nor the opportunity to compete as a mystery knight. They had been separated for several moons now, getting by only with a letter or two to sustain them.

There was a part of Crystoff's head which was chastising him for doing something so stupid as disobeying his father's expressed command, but for the love of his lady, Crystoff could forget honor and duty-for she was already a part of his family, even if their fathers wouldn't consider rearranging the betrothal agreements they had made for each of them.

As he drew closer to the white pavilion with a grey direwolf running across it, Crystoff found himself speeding up into a near run-kicking up a few fireflies into the air as he did. He could almost feel her in his arms this moment. When he at long last came to the side of the pavilion he whistled the bird call they had established as their signal back in Winterfell when they wanted to find one another in its ancient godswood.

A few mere moments passed until he saw the flap to the front of the pavilion open and saw her step out into the moonlight. Crystoff was stunned at the beauty of the sight and wished to cherish it for all eternity. She had grown some since he had last seen her. Before she had been on the edge of womanhood, slight of build and just coming into her looks, but now... here at Harrenhal she had blossomed with her first bloom. Along with the spring, Lyanna had become a woman grown. She was dressed in a loose-fitting shift, but in the moonlight her body could be seen through it in shadows. He felt himself grow excited to see her. Once again chastising himself into submission. They would be married before he took her maidenhood-he had made a solemn oath before both the old and the new gods to that effect, and that was one vow he intended to keep to.

"Kitt!" whispered Lyanna furtively as she rushed into his arms quite eagerly. He must have grown as well, for he felt a little taller now than he had when they had last met.

"You're growing a beard," noted Lyanna as she rubbed her hand across his newly growing whiskers

"I don't have a squire to shave me. Don't you like it?" asked Crystoff, fearful that she'd find it too rough for the kissing games they had played in the godswood.

After some careful consideration, she said, "Aye it suits your face."

From inside the pavilion they heard someone scrunch around on a cot, and Lyanna grew silent and turned to look in the direction of the noise like a dog might at the sound of game rustling a few bushes. When it became obvious that no one was about to come out and disturb them, Crystoff offered for her to follow him back to his own encampment, which she did.

As they were halfway across the field, Lyanna stopped to admire the swarm of fireflies that had taken flight at their approach to their resting places. Crystoff held her hand firmly in that instant, taking in the majestic beauty of the thousands of little lights that lit the dark field spotted with pavilions and tents.

It was only once they had left the soft and slick wet grasses of the field and begun to tread the rough dirt of the wood that Crystoff notic ed Lyanna was barefoot, but she did not seem to mind.

When he had brought her to the Oak Tree he was encamped under they nestled together between two large roots that cradled them like the warm embrace of a mother would her children. She rested her head upon his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm about her waist and held her close to him.

"Tomorrow when you ride, you must challenge the knights from House Frey, House Haigh, and House Blount. One of my father's bannermen was grievously offended by their squires-they beat him till they drew some blood!"

Crystoff felt her anger radiate off as he absorbed it like a sea sponge would.

"I'll need a new shield and coat of arms" he sighed, as Lya then grinned.

"I have just the thing," she said rather eagerly.

"Do you?"

"Aye."

"Then I shall do this boon for you, my lady," swore Crystoff solemnly.

She nodded her head and then with a grin she lightly hit him and said, "Don't call me that."

"Whatever you say, my lady," he teased.

"I could take your armor and enter myself, you know. I'm very good on a horse," she reminded him.

"Of course, but this would be your first time in an actual joust," stated Kitt, who held her tighter as the thoughts of her possibly flying off her horse and hitting the ground dead came unbidden to his mind.

"I know, so you will do it so that I don't have to kick your ass as well for failing me," purred Lyanna as she snuggled closer to him.

"I wouldn't dream of it," said Crystoff. He only hoped that he could keep his identity a secret for the entire tourney-House Haigh and House Frey were his father's bannermen, if he was discovered taking the cause of the Northman against them... his father would likely send a raven to the Dredfort asking if House Bolton still had any flaying knives laying around unused, himself.

Lyanna and he though eased into a silence after that, with Crystoff listening to the frogs croaking softly by the river. It was such a gentle peaceful moment.

"More anything Lya, I want this moment to last for forever," he whispered into her ear before gently kissing her forehead.

"Aye... if only our entire lives could be lived here by this stream... there could be our great hall," she said pointing to a wide expanse between a grove of oaks.

"With fish and berries at our whim," japed Crystoff.

"Aye, I do admit that I like the taste of fish," purred Lyanna as she then kissed his neck hard and rough-her teeth lightly scraping across his skin as she did. She then rearranged herself so that she straddled him and began kissing up his neck until she got to his lips. Their tongues-experienced from the many games they played darted forth and caressed one another. Crystoff nearly lost himself in the moment until he felt Lyanna begin to grind against his body, and then his mind recalled himself and he broke off the kiss. Only to receive a displeased growl from his she-wolf.

"Lya... we can't," he stated, his blue eyes meeting her grey ones. She narrowed them as if to challenge his statement and he countered with his own-he might be a fish, but he would not be baited from his vows so easily.

Lyanna huffed discontentedly after it became clear to her that he wouldn't back down this time. She growled in aggravation.

"I loathe this game we're playing, absolutely loathe it!" she pouted, biting her lip a little.

Gods, I can't control myself when she does that...

"I hate it as much as you do. But our fathers-" he began.

"Will never agree to it." she despaired.

He hated to see her look sad and did the only thing he knew could cheer her up. Her lips were wetted and warm to his own. Her tongue was eager to pick up where they had left off, but he kept his mouth closed to hers, intending to keep the kiss as chaste as possible-though his breeches were near close to bursting with his desire to have her at this point.

This time she broke off the kiss with yet another growl-he loved it when she growled.

Her voice was especially low and guttural as she muttered, "You are mine!"

"Aye, but you cannot be mine until we have said our vows," reminded Crystoff bitterly. He wanted to smack the tent over in his pants so badly-if only to get some relief.

Lyanna gave him a wolfish smile before saying, "And you will. Ser Crystoff Tully, heir of Riverrun will keep his vows-for you would not be the man I love if you did not."

But she then leaned in closer, really rubbing her body up next to his as she then whispered, "But tonight, Prince Duncan, Jenny will have what is rightfully hers."

And Crystoff was lost, there was little he could do to resist her as she kissed his mouth hard and rough, dug her nails into his back and ground her sex into his.

Come the morning she was gone, and he nearly thought their night-their first night together in that way-to have been a dream. But as he rose he found leaning against the tall oak where she had been was a shield, black with fireflies painted upon it.

Crystoff smirked. He should have known it. The Firefly Knight he would be, fighting for his Lady Jenny.

TULLY FAMILY TREE

Hoster TULLY
m. Minisa WHENT

-Crystoff "Kitt" TULLY
-m. Lyanna STARK
-Kitt TULLY the Younger (OTL Robb Stark)
-Ned TULLY (OTL Jon Snow)

-Lysa TULLY
-m. Jaime LANNISTER
-Tommen LANNISTER (the pride of his parents; gold hair, blue eyes)
-Gerion LANNISTER (is quite intelligent, Tyrion is his favorite uncle; red hair, green eyes)
-Genna LANNISTER (her parents' little princess; Lannister in features)
-Tywin LANNISTER (brash and argumentative, likes fighting; Tully in features)

-Edmure TULLY (war hero, squired with his Uncle Brynden during the Civil War, now an eligible bachelor)

STARK FAMILY TREE

Rickard STARK
m. Lyarra STARK

-Brandon STARK
-m. Barbrey RYSWELL
-Cregan STARK (stillbirth)

-Eddard STARK
-m. Ashara DAYNE
-Arya STARK
-Brandon STARK
-Rickon STARK

-Lyanna STARK (see TULLY TREE)

-Benjen STARK (war hero from the Civil War)