The family dispersed for the night, and only Ella and Tyrion remained in the house along with Sherlock and John. "See you, Holmes," Belle bid Sherlock as she walked out with her family.

"Baratheon," he nodded. Belle left the Lannister House and Sherlock went to Ella who was sitting on the living room sofa. She was looking into the empty fireplace with an absent look.

"Would you gentlemen care for some wine?" Tyrion asked. "No? More for myself then." Tyrion went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Ella?" Sherlock asked.

"Sherlock, John." She turned her head back and smiled at her neighbors. "I'm terribly sorry about how tonight ended."

"It's no problem. Are you alright?"

"Yes. Yes, I will be," Ella sighed and stood up. "You both must be tired."

"Not at all," John answered with a smile.

"Then will you help me build this fireplace?" Sherlock nodded and grabbed some logs from the logpile, putting it into the fireplace. He started the fire and John took a seat on the couch.

"So tell me, why would the Starks or Targaryens try to target your grandfather?" Sherlock asked when the fireplace was set. He took a seat across Ella and Tyrion.

"You don't care for the news, do you, Mr. Holmes?" Tyrion asked sipping his wine.

"I do. Not politics." Ella and Tyrion looked at one another. "If you want my help, I need to know every detail of this family feud."

"No you don't," Ella spoke, and it caught Sherlock and John off guard. "But we will give you the necessary information."

"Where to even begin?" Tyrion said in a joking matter. "I guess the feud must have begun with the death of my brother, Sir Jaime Lannister."

"Assassinated by Jorah Mormont," John said remembering the tragedy. "Worked for the Starks."

"So he claimed," Ella sighed. "He's a traitor, and we shouldn't have believed him. He worked for the Targaryens, hired by Drogo. He was aiming to kill grandfather, but he missed and hit my father."

"Why did he want to kill your grandfather?" Sherlock asked.

"Because...he killed Daenerys Targaryen's parents. Drogo wanted revenge for his wife's parents."

"So he took my brother's life. And so we showed the Targaryens what happens when you fuck with a Lannister."

"And what about the Starks?" John asked. "Why would they have motive to hurt your grandfather?"

"After my father's death, we believed the Starks were behind it because of Jorah so we ordered an attack on their family."

"Against who?" Sherlock asked.

"Benji Stark," Tyrion answered sipping his wine casually. Sherlock and John remembered it wasn't just an attack. Benji Stark was poisoned and killed, and no one knew who did it. "So, two families with motive, which one do you think it is, Mr. Holmes?"

"I'll have to gather more solid information before I can make any further deductions," Sherlock answered.

"It's getting late. You should head home," Ella said to Sherlock and John. The two men agreed and Ella walked them out of the Lannister home. "Please let me know if you find anything out. Immediately."

"We'll make sure to do that," John nodded. Ella watched the two men grab a taxi and she went back into her house.

"He's very different from the other men you've fallen for," Tyrion spoke in the living room. Ella sighed and poured herself a glass of wine, sitting across her uncle in the living room. "And you like this one very much."

"I do."

"Why? He's not your type."

"He's an interesting man."

"Or he's a rebound."

"I'm over Robb, uncle."

"Are you? I heard you and Robb met secretly a week ago." Ella looked at her uncle, and he smiled at her.

"I congratulated him on his engagement, that's all."

"And you cried when you went back home."

"I cry a lot."

"Yes, you do, little dove."

"...you don't like him."

"It's not that I don't like him, I just don't trust him. There's something...wrong about him. He reminds me of someone, but I can't put my finger on it." Ella smiled and sipped on her wine.

Ella woke up early in the morning to head to Speedy's. As usual, she cleaned the entire bakery every square inch. She was humming a melody to herself, one that her mother used to sing when she was doing chores. Ella was so busy cleaning that she didn't hear the bell ring from the front door. "Ella?" Ella looked and became tense when she saw Robb Stark there by himself. "I'm sorry about what happened to your grandfather."

"Why are you sorry?"

"How are you dealing?"

"Fine."

"You're not."

"Why do you care?"

"Because...you know why." Ella turned her back to Robb, getting ready to open her store.

"Was Ariel with you last night?"

"Ariel? Why do you ask?"

"Was she with you last night, yes or no?"

"Yes, she was watching over Bran and Rickon the entire night." Ella was quiet. "I hope things turn out for the better."

"I hope so too." Ella wouldn't turn around to look at Robb.

"Goodbye, Ella."

"Goodbye, Robb." Robb hesitated, but he left the store quietly. Robb stepped out of the store and immediately noticed Ella's date for the ballet. There was the tall man with black curly hairs, and he reminded Robb of Tywin Lannister. Tall, full of pride, hands behind his back making him look even taller and prouder. The man walked past Robb and entered Speedy's. Robb looked through the glass window and saw Ella beaming a smile at him. "Good morning, Sherlock."

"Good morning. How are you dealing?"

"I'm alright. Shouldn't you be at the precinct working?"

"I don't work at the precinct. I usually work at home or the lab."

"Ah. Would you like something to eat?"

"No, no I've already eaten. But...do you...have any plans for tonight?"

"None at all."

"Would you like to go somewhere with me then?"

"Where is this somewhere?" Ella asked with a smile.

"A garden I go to when I want to think. It's very quiet there."

"I'd love to."

"Wonderful. I'll pick you up when you're done with work."

"Sounds lovely." Sherlock smiled and left Speedy's, noticing Robb Stark still standing there looking into the window and now at Sherlock.

"You were Ella's date last night at the ballet," Robb spoke up.

"And you're Robb Stark," Sherlock answered with his indifferent tone, examining the man in front of him who was glaring at him.

"Are you and Ella dating?"

"Does it concern you anymore, Mr. Stark?"

"Yes, it does."

"I'm afraid it doesn't any longer." With that said, Sherlock walked by Robb and grabbed a taxi. Sherlock arrived at the precinct and stepped into Lestrade's office where Ariel was to brief Lestrade on the family homicide case. Sherlock burst through the door and said, "Any leads on the Lannister case?"

"Sherlock, Ariel was briefing me on another case. I do deal with more than one case, you know," Lestrade pointed out annoyed of Sherlock's intrusion.

"You don't look very well, Mr. Holmes," Ariel spoke up. "Did you get enough rest last night?"

"I did, my dear." Ariel turned bright red when Sherlock called her that. He examined her and said, "And you look like a big mess. You didn't get enough rest last night. You wore the same clothes from yesterday, so you haven't gone back home. You stayed at your parents' house. You were at their home, and it looks like you received terrible news judging by the way you didn't brush your hair, or the tear stains on your sleeves. And just what was this terrible news?"

"About the Lannisters."

"But the Starks don't like the Lannisters. Why would news of that upset you?"

"You've got it wrong, Mr. Holmes." Sherlock was taken aback and Lestrade finally looked amused. "Some Starks love the Lannisters."

"Your brother, for instance."

"Yes, my brother. He's not the only one. We all love Ella Lannister. We were disappointed when she and Robb couldn't work things out. She was an angel to our family. She helped us in times of need."

"But the grandfather."

"Yes, Sir Tywin Lannister," Ariel sighed. "My family wasn't behind the shooting, but I will confess that I'm disappointed the shooter didn't get the man."

"Ariel!" Lestrade shouted.

"What? It's the truth. Besides, you won't tell, will you?" Lestrade just groaned and Ariel pleaded with her eyes. "Mr. Holmes, you must believe me when I say my family had nothing to do with the shooting."

"Must I, Ariel?"

"Oh yes, you must. I swear it."

John was at the national park, sitting on a wooden bench watching leaves falling off the trees. He sat there thinking. His feelings for Ella were dissipating quickly because he was accepting the fact that she and Sherlock were growing feelings for one another. He wished it would've been him and Ella, but he was fine with everything. John was even glad for Sherlock that he finally took an interest in somebody but himself. He hoped that maybe Ella would make him become less of a sociopath.

John's ears perked when he heard a faint voice singing in the distance. It was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard, and he wobbled onto his feet. The singing grew louder as John walked towards the source, and there she was. A beautiful girl with silver blonde hair tied in a bun, singing to herself as she looked at the beautiful sunflowers growing at the park. John didn't realize he was speaking when the beautiful girl looked back at him with wondering eyes. "Did you say something, sir?" the girl asked.

"I...did I?" The girl giggled and John smiled like a fool. "You have a wonderful voice."

"Thank you, sir."

"What is your name?"

The girl hesitated for a moment but replied, "Briar Rose. And you are?"

"John Watson. It's...it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Rose."

"Same here, Mr. Watson. Would you like to walk with me?"

"Y-yes, yes it would be an honor." Briar Rose laughed and walked side by side with John.