Hello guys, as I promised 10 or more comments an you get your chapter! (i'm still on my period, so I'm still going to be kind of a bitch with the chapters)

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- Alex

Year 264 A.C.

Casterly Rock.

It felt as if she was being squeezed, everything was dark and suffocating until it was not. Everything was bright and the air smelled like the sea, that was the first thing she remembered before hearing a crying baby. Until she realized that she was the one who was crying and panic gripped her and she continued crying until she was deposited into soft soothing hands. Her new mother she supposed as she stopped crying and observed the blonde woman with curiosity.

"My little lioness" said the blonde woman with a tenderness that she found calming, then the woman pressed a kiss to her head and mentioned something about her becoming queen, but she was feeling too tired and panicked to properly care, so she slept.

She slept until she was woken by soft rustling, she was being deposited in another pair of hands, rougher hands, but gentle and she couldn't help but to feel protected, she wondered if all babies felt like her and had adult minds until they forgot and became just children, she hoped it was the case. She decided to look at the man, blond and green eyed, and she supposed that he could be called handsome too, he was looking at her with such pride that she supposed that this was her father.

"What should I call you my little lioness?" He asked in a strange voice that she supposed was his tender one, she tried to gurgle or something at him, but she was yet too small for that, so she contented just to stare, this people had a weird fascination with lions it seemed. "What do you think of the name Cersei?"

She started crying, it had taken her ten seconds to piece it all together after the man had mentioned that name. Her father was Tywin Lannister, she was a Lannister, and since there was no other babe near her she supposed that she had been born first instead of Cersei and Jaime.

Tywin, her father now, carried her around the Rock and introduced her to her Uncle Kevan, when he mentioned that he was fond of the name Cersei she had started crying again, she didn't want to be Cersei. Cersei Lannister had been a bother since she had started watching the show, if that wretched woman had decided to keep to her bed or at least had been more cautious the Starks would have been alive. If Cersei had not being playing at being clever then maybe a war would have been averted and innocent children wouldn't had die.

It was in the late afternoon, or so she assumed that Tywin had decided to name her Alessandra, which was not far from the truth, Alexandra or rather Alessandra now, was quite please of the development.

The first few months had been awkward to say the least, her mind was of a grown woman inside a babe's body and while she had been a devoted Game of Thrones fan and had read the books she was afraid of her future. For starters she knew that King Aerys would never allow Rhaegar to marry her, which was totally fine by her, as long as she didn't end up with Robert Baratheon.

The first time she had glanced upon her reflection on a mirror she had been six months, or moons, old. She was a cute baby, she decided, although it was strange to see her facial features colored so different, where once she had warm brown eyes, she now had huge green eyes, that like her brown eyes, were a little too big for her face, giving her a much more innocent appearance, her hair, that once had been as dark as the night or a really deep burgundy (depending if she was dyeing her hair or not), was now falling in soft golden curls. Her slightly bowed lips were almost the same, save that somehow this ones were more pink, and her skin was paler, devoid of her usual healthy tan, something that she supposed that could be partly gained back if she spent time outside.

Her mother and her father were pleasant, she never thought that Tywin Lannister could smile so much whenever her mother was around, or that he had dimples that she had inherited, she was their pride and joy, that much she knew and whenever she thought that her mother would be dead before she was ten she became sad for her mother was a kindhearted woman and she had come to love her.

She started toddling when she was seven months, and was already babbling, her first word had been 'dadda' followed by a gesture that clearly meant 'pick me up' directed at Tywin. She knew that she had to gain his complete favor if she was to survive the game unscathed. Her mother had found it amusing, and her father had thrown a small feast, however uncharacteristic it was of him.

Another person she liked was her grandfather Tytos, he was a kind old man that told her stories he thought that she would not remember, she also liked her uncles Kevan, Tygett and Gerion, as well as her aunt Genna as they tended to dote on her.

When she turned one she was already running as fast as her small legs could carry her, and as her dresses allowed. Gerion who was only ten and one often chased after her and showed her around the Rock, always minding to return her to her father, as no one wanted to face Tywin's wrath. She enjoyed when her mother read for her as Joanna Lannister had a soft, calming voice. It was a nightly ritual that Joanna read to her before her bedtime. Alessandra hung into every word spoken by her mother and always made sure to hug her plenty of times during the day and plant sloppy kisses on the Lady's face, she also did the same with her father.

Year 266 AC.

Casterly Rock.

A moon before she turned two her siblings Cersei and Jaimie were born. She watched the small babes as they slept, Tywin holding her in his arms so she could actually see them. They looked like pink raisins, and she wondered if she had looked like that, she now was an older sister, something that she knew how to be, although her relationship with her brother a lifetime ago was not the best she could try again. She knew that she had to keep an eye on Cersei, although there was a possibility that her now sister wouldn't be too conceited seeing as she was a second daughter and thus Tywin would not seek to marry her to Rhaegar.

Year 269 AC.

Casterly Rock.

With only five years of age Alessandra showed great prowess, she had decided to not hold back her intelligence and was considered a prodigy. She had also been sad to see her grandfather die two years prior, but now her father was the Lord of the Rock and Warden of the West. She liked her siblings, or at least tolerated them, it was something that had not changed, she couldn't stand children for long periods of time, despite of the fact that she was a child herself.

She could often be found learning her lessons, or running from them as she already had memorized the houses pledged to House Lannister and was knowledgable of the stories of the conquest and the several bloodbaths that followed. So she took it upon herself to follow her fathers or her uncles, Gerion, who was sixteen now and was leaving soon for his coming off age tour of essos had gifted her with a small dagger, telling her to stick the pointy end to boys if they ever annoyed her. Tywin of course found out, but allowed her to keep the dagger after her argument that she didn't want to always depend on a guard to be safe.

If Tywin often found that his eldest daughter was sometimes too mature for her five years, he never said a word, he preferred to indulge her and went as far as to allow Tygett to teach her the ways of a sword, in secret.

"Papa" she said softly, immediately getting Tywin's attention, he always melted when she called him Papa instead of the more formal Father that Cersei insisted on using.

"Yes Alessandra?" He asked, she smiled at him before climbing onto his lap, looking at the book in front of him.

"What are you doing?" She asked, keeping her voice soft.

"Working for the realm, little lady, so I can keep you safe" he said ruffling her hair, she never thought she would see a sweet side of Tywin Lannister, but she was his pride and joy, and now that her mother had Cersei and Jaime to attend to she had bonded with her father.

"Could I learn?" She asked hopefully, he chuckled at her.

"Are you not supposed to be in your lessons?" He asked, she huffed.

"They are boring, Maester Creylen is getting repetitive and dull" she said sounding like a petulant child.

"And your lessons with Tygett? You like those" he said, she smiled at him.

"Uncle Tygett is visiting Lannisport today and Mamma is attending to the twins and uncle Kevan said that you are leaving soon, I'll miss you" she said sincerely, she had come to care deeply for the Lord of Casterly Rock who was nothing but a loving father to her.

"I'll miss you too little lady, one day I'll bring you to court with me" he promised, she scrunched her nose.

"Uncle Gerion says that the capital smells like shit" she said, Tywin glared, not at her, but at the brother that was not there.

"Perhaps when you're queen you will do something about it" he said patting her head, she nodded and looked at his table, there was a map of Westeros.

"Papa, I wish to see snow" she said suddenly pointing at Winterfell "The stories say that it always snows in the north, could you take me there?" She asked, looking at her father with big green eyes, Tywin sighed.

"I shall speak to Lord Stark about a possible visit, he might not like three additional children in his halls" Tywin said, Alessandra pouted.

"Just you and I then Papa, the twins are bothersome they cry too much" she said and Tywin smiled at his daughter.

"Very well, although Kevan would have to come with us so he can return you here as I ride to the capital" he said, she grinned at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"You're the best Papa ever!" She said happily and he smiled brightly at her, dimples showing.

A fortnight later a small party set from Casterly Rock towards the North. Refusing to ride in wheelhouse, Alessandra ended up riding with her father and her uncle Kevan as Tygett was part of the host of Lannister guards that was going with them. Both Tywin and Kevan at some point of their trip decided to amuse her by letting her hold the reins of their horses. By night she shared a tent with her handmaiden Tessa Lydden who was twenty and married to one of her father's knights.

The North was truly cold, she thanked that her mother had commissioned furs for her to wear with her riding breeches and tunics. When she first saw Winterfell she was amazed, and by the looks of her father and uncles, they were too. The castle was beautiful in its own way, and the fact that the plains between them and the castle were covered in snow made for the entire trip, it looked like a winter wonderland.

Lord Stark received them with a feast, her father was Hand of the King and deserved no less, even thought his party was small. Lord Stark seemed like a gruff man, but it all melted away when he looked at his wife, much like her own father, and Lady Stark was a very pregnant looking woman with kind grey eyes.

Alessandra soon enough met Brandon and Ned Stark, who agreed to play with her in the snow. Lyanna Stark was a babe still, but Alexandra could admire the small quiet babe and felt quite sorry for Lord Stark for the girl surely would be a hurricane.

They spent a fortnight in Winterfell in which she learned that her newest friend Ned was going to the Erye when he turned eight (in two years) to foster with Lord Arryn, while her other friend Brandon would foster with one of his father's bannermen, or so they thought until she asked her father if they could keep one of the Starks and so they ended up taking Brandon Stark, who was seven, to the Rock with them.

"It would seem Lord Tywin that your daughter has you wrapped around her fingers" said Lord Stark to her father, while she pretended to sleep in her father's arms.

"It is the curse of men Lord Rickard, you shall soon see for yourself, do remember that you have a daughter of your own" Tywin pointed out, Lord Stark chuckled.

"I will admit that I was surprised to receive your letter, I never expected to have lions here in the North" said Lord Stark, Tywin sighed.

"She wanted to see snow, and since I will be away from the Rock for the better part of the year I couldn't find it within myself to say no to such innocent request, my youngest daughter is barely three and asks for diamonds and gold, Alessandra here is five and asks to help me with my books and to see snow" Tywin sounded resigned.

"There are whispers that she is a prodigy, even smarter than the prince, that makes a father proud" Lord Stark said, fondness in his voice, Alessandra felt her father's hand running through her hair.

"She is, she talked faster than every babe we have known of, and since she was very little her eyes carried curiosity and knowledge, at one year she was already running, and by two she could name all of my sworn houses and tell me about the Conquest, it was frightening at first" Tywin admitted.

"Count your blessings Lord Tywin for Winter is Coming" said Lord Stark.

"I shall endeavor to keep my cubs warm then" said Tywin.