Chapter 4: Hands have Lost the Game
I sat with Father, Sansa and Littlefinger – Petyr Baelish as we watched the jousting. "Where's Arya?" father asked.
"She's at her so called 'Dance Lesson'," I added, looking doubtful. Lately Arya and I haven't been getting alone like we used to in Winterfell – we were friends but now it seems that she was distant from me as I spend more time with Myrcella and Tommen – the King's and Queen's children. We ran around the garden having tea parties or as Cersei persist us (Tommen and I) to spend as much time to have together until we are betrothed when we are both sixteen. I only saw Arya at dinner. As for Sansa, I saw her every time I went down for breakfast with the King and Queen along with Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen as Sansa is betrothed to Joffrey.
I smiled as Sansa is handed a rose. "You know that is from a Tyrell," I added. "Margaery is supposedly marrying Renly Baratheon."
"Ser Loras Tyrell is sweet," she added.
"If the prince catches you flirting with another knight, he would have your head," I said.
"He isn't down here, Lyra," she added. "Don't let Ser Gregor hurt him."
"I hope he doesn't get hurt either," I said.
"Hey," my father said, hugging us tightly.
"I can't watch," she added, closing her eyes. "He's going to dead."
"Ser Loras rides well," father added.
The trumpet sounds and both Ser Loras and Ser Gregor ride towards each other. Loras' lance breaks upon Gregor's shield and knocks Gregor to the ground. Littlefinger leans forwards and talks to father.
"Loras knew his mare was in heat," he said. "Quite crafty, really."
"Ser Loras would never do that!" I added. "There's no honour in tricks."
"No honour but quite a bit of gold," he said.
I see Gregor rise from the ground and shouts for his sword. His squire runs over and quickly gives Gregor the sword and with one mighty stroke, severs his horse's head.
"No," I shouted. I notice the ground went quiet as Gregor walks over to Loras, knocks him off his horse and strikes him. Loras' shield protects him from the blows. I turn to Ser Sandor Clegane.
"Please, Sandor," I begged. "Please make them stop."
"Leave him be!" Sandor shouts. Drawing his own sword Sandor jumps down from the King's stands and engages his brother, Gregor in a sword fight.
King Robert rises and shouts "Stop this madness in the name of the King."
Sandor drops to his knees and bows his head, while Gregor's blade slices the air where Ser Sandor's head was just seconds ago. Gregor throws down his sword and stomps off through the crown. Loras approaches Ser Sandor.
"I owe you my life, Ser," he said. "I'm no Ser," Sandor commented. Loras grabs Sandor's left hand with his right and raises both in the air to the cheers of a standing ovation.
"I thought Loras would die," I added as Sansa and I walked back to the castle.
"Gregor would never kill a man who is on the same side of the crown," she added.
"I thought Arya would enjoy the jousting," I said. "Too bad she wasn't here."
As soon as we reached the castle doors, Queen Cersei appears. She walks over to greet us. "Hello, little doves," she said. "Did you enjoy the jousting?"
"It was pretty intense, your grace," I added. "I couldn't take my eyes off the jousting. It was very enjoyable."
"I agree too, dear," she added. "I'm glad you enjoyed it too." She sees my father approach and says. "I'm going to meet with Joff now."
"Bye," Sansa and I said.
Sansa turns to me as father walks off and says, "What is that all about?"
"Probably a disagreement of some sort," I said.
I sat in Sansa's room helping Septa Mordane. Sansa walks out to reveal her new hairstyle. "You wear your hair like a real southern lady," Septa Mordane added.
"Well, why shouldn't I?" Sansa asked. "We are in the South."
Septa Mordane resumes knitting. "It's important to remember where you come from," she said. "Lyra is keeping her hairstyle and I'm not sure if your mother would approve of those new styles."
"My mother isn't from the North," Sansa added.
"I'm aware of that," Septa Mordane said. Sansa looks at Septa Mordane.
"Why do you care?" she asked. "Do you even have hair under there?"
"Yes, I have hair," Septa Mordane answered.
"I've never seen it," Sansa said.
"Would you two like to see my hair?" Septa Mordane asked. I nodded.
"No," Sansa answered.
"Where are you from? The North or the South?" I asked.
"I come from a very small village in," Septa Mordane said, but is interrupted by Sansa,
"Oh, wait. I just realised, I don't care."
"Sansa," I said. Sansa stops knitting.
"Lyra," she said.
"You are being rude," I added.
I see Joffrey walk in as I stood up and courtesy. "Prince," I added. "I'm going to head back to my room." I walked out along with Septa Mordane.
"She's turning into Arya by the second," I said. "At least she has manners."
"Arya isn't exactly rude," she said. "But somehow I think Sansa is becoming more like what Joffrey wants."
"An evil little toad," I said. "I want to head down to the bay and swim, if you don't mind coming with me, Septa."
"I don't mind," she added.
"Lady Lyra," Tom the Coalboy calls out. "Your father has sent me to see you. He wants to meet you in his chambers." I nodded.
"Shall we go?" I asked. "I'll wait outside," Septa answered.
I walk into my father's chambers as I see my father injured. Arya and Sansa are there as well. "Father, what happened?" I asked.
"It's nothing," he answered. "I'm sending you all back to Winterfell."
"What?" Sansa and I exclaimed.
"Listen," he started.
"What about Joffrey?" Sansa asked.
"What about Tommen?" I asked. "He thinks he is unsafe here because of Joffrey."
"Who cares about your betrothals," Arya added. "I've got my lessons with Syrio. I'm finally getting good."
"This isn't punishment," he said. "I want you back for your own safety."
"Can we take Syrio back us?" she asked.
"Can you consider taking Tommen with us as well?" I asked.
"Who cares about your stupid dance teacher and your dumb betrothal," Sansa said. "I can't go. I'm supposed to marry Prince Joffrey. I love him and I'm meant to be his Queen and have his babies."
"We don't care about Joffrey," I added, hugging Arya.
"Seven hells," Arya swore under her breath.
"This is getting ridiculous," I added.
"When you are old enough, I'll make you a match with someone who's worthy of you, someone brave, gentle and strong," father said.
"I don't want someone brave, gentle and strong. I want him!" Sansa said.
Arya and I started to smile and chuckle.
"Yeah, right," I added. "Someone that skins cats alive, that's what Tommen told me, father," I said.
"WHAT?" Sansa shouted.
"I said nothing, Sansa," I added.
"Perhaps, I'll consider bringing Tommen with us," father added.
"Anyway, he'll be the greatest King that ever was; a lion and I'll give him sons with beautiful blond hair." I notice that my father looks up.
"The lion's not his signal, idiot," I said. "Tommen told me that their signal is a stag like his father."
"He is not," Sansa said. 'He's nothing like that old drunk King."
"Go on girls," he said. "Get your Septa and start packing your things. I'll get someone to let Tommen know." He turns away. "Wait!" Sansa calls out. Arya grabs Sansa's arm as pulls her towards the door.
"Come on!" she said. "Are you coming, Lyra?"
I nodded and walk off to pack my things.
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