Summary: "A lions still has claws" With rebellion brewing in the kingdom of Westeros, where will Thea find herself when the fighting does begin? A lion of House Lannister, Thea is young and troublesome. She is brave, and stupid, enough to do whatever she pleases, without a thought about the consequences. That has gotten her into trouble enough times, and it isn't about to end yet. OC.
Disclaimer: I do not own A Game Of Thrones or A Song Of Fire And Ice. All rights go to their respective owners. The only thing I own is Thea.
Authors Note: Unfortunately, this chapter seems to be a lot like the second chapter, kind of shit!
Holla at DamonSalvatorelover, SeerStormborn, burningflame74, akanohana and Guests for their lovely reviews on previous chapters. (you guests need to make a name so that I can thank yas all properly)
four
Not wanting to attend this feast in the first place, Thea took her time getting ready. Knowing it would be loud and full of drunken men, she wandered the castle for a while. Winterfell was a lot larger than it looked, and she had gotten lost down its halls more than once. She ended up finding herself outside, near the horses stables. She spotted her own white horse in its own stable. The guards should have given the Majesty it's evening feed. That was it's name. Majesty. Walking over to make sure her horse had been properly fed, she heard loud thuds come from another stable. Looking over, she saw a dark, curly haired young man, swinging his sword against a dummy. Screeches of metal erupted from there as the steel sword hit against the metal pole propping up the straw dummy. Thea slowly walked across the yard to the young man, not much older than her.
"And why are you not at the feast?" Thea's voice broke the also silence of the dark yard. The dark haired man turned around slowly. Taking in his appearance, Thea knew he was a Stark. 'This must be the bastard,' Thea thought.
"I could ask you the same question, Lady Thea," The man spoke.
"You know, I think it rude when you know my name," Thea spoke, gliding her hand along the wooden banister, as she walked towards the doorway of the stable "and I do not know yours."
"Jon Snow," He informed her, watching her carefully. He had seen both the Lady and the Queen earlier and they both shared a resemblance of one another. At this moment, Thea looked like a Lion preparing to pounce.
"Ah," Thea said, with a coy smile spread across her face and a chuckled escaping her throat. 'As I thought,' she imagined "And why is Jon Snow out here when we could be inside getting drunk on wine like all the other men?"
"Lady Stark though it might dishonor the royal family to have a bastard in their midst," Jon told her.
"I wouldn't bother," Thea said, leaning on the wooden post "The King himself dishonors the royal family enough as it is."
"You do not like the King?" Jon asked. The last person he thought he'd be talking to tonight was Lady Thea Lannister.
"I have no good words for him," Thea spoke, looking down at the steel sword in his hand "May I see it?"
"See what?"
"Your sword," Thea informed him, pointing at the weapon he had hanging by his side.
"It's not a toy," Jon said, snidely.
"And do I look like a child?" Thea asked, tilting her head to the side and extending her hand. He hesitated. Should he trust a Lannister with his sword. Everyone knows of Jaime Lannister and what he done to the Mad King. Slabbed him in the back with his sword. That is where his nickname derives from; the Kingslayer "I only wish to admire it. You can trust me, Snow."
"It's heavy," Jon said, slowly handing her the blade. She slowly took it and rest the shining steel in one palm and gripped the handle the other.
"It's very nice," Thea said, keeping her head low and looking up at the young man in front of her, a look of distrust on his face. She let the sword slide off the palm of her hand, but, kept a loose grip on the handle. Jon jumped back and let out a yelp.
"Watch it." She gripped the handle tights and help the sword in front of her, holding an attacking position.
"I know how to handle a blade, Snow," Thea said, holding her stance. Jon stared at the end of his own sword in that hand of the youngest Lannister. She chuckled and lowered the blade.
"This is no laughing matter," Jon spoke. Just then a horse road into the training yard. A tall man in all blade was riding it. He stopped and dismounted as a guard took his horse for him. Thea saw a smile spread across Jon's face as the man approached the two acquaintances "Uncle Benjen." 'Ah, of course,' Thea thought 'Benjen Stark was a brother of the Night's Watch.'
"You've gotten bigger," Benjen spoke, before his eyes caught sight of the blonde haired beautiful yielding a sword by her side "And whose this? A new lady friend?"
"He wishes, my lord," Thea said, with a coy smile. Jon looked away from the young woman.
"Please, call me Benjen."
"My father wouldn't be happy if I were to disregard my manners, my lord," Thea spoke "He and my Septa spend long enough forcing them upon me, for me to go and throw them away now."
"And you're father is?" Benjen asked.
"Tywin Lannister."
"You're his youngest girl?" Benjen inquired.
"Thea Lannister, my lord," Thea introduced herself, curtsying slightly. He may be a man of the Night's Watch, but he was still highborn and Thea had her manners.
"I knew your mother before they married," Benjen informed her "Sibyl Martell was a kind woman. I was sad to hear of her and your brothers deaths in childbed."
"Thank you, my lord," Thea nodded, looking to the ground. Jon looked to the saddened teenager. He knew of being a motherless child "I will pass your word onto my father. Although, I do not think he will think much of it. It has been twelve years since my mothers passing."
"Why aren't you two at the feast?" Benjen asked, after a silence fell between them.
"I got lost," Thea said, with a coy smile on her face. Obviously, she was lying.
"And you, boy?" Benjen asked him.
"Lady Stark thought it might insult the royal family to seat a bastard in their midst," Jon repeated what he had said to Thea earlier in their conversation.
"Well, you're always welcome at the wall," Benjen said, with a nod of his head "I best be getting inside. My brother will be awaiting me, and so will your sister, Lady Thea. I suggest you hurry. I hear the Queen isn't a patient woman."
"I'm sure Cersei won't mind," Thea said "It was nice seeing you, my lord."
"And you too, my lady," Benjen replied and turned to Jon before he departed inside "We'll speak more tomorrow."
"You're uncle seems a nice man," Thea said politely, running her fingers gently across the smooth surface of the blade.
"He is," Jon said firmly. The corners of Thea's mouth curled up as she thought on her earlier conversation with Carys. There had been a change in Thea. She had changed since her talk with Benjen. Thea seemed a lot more vulnerable and weak. A lot more human.
"I would hand the boy back his sword, sister," the familiar voice of her brother rang in Thea's ears "We know what father would do if he heard you were handling weapons again."
"Thank you, Snow," Thea said, handing the blade back to its owner "It is a remarkable piece of craftsmanship. Was it made here?"
"It was, my lady" Jon nodded, sliding the blade back into its sheath.
"Ah, young love is so refreshing in these days," Tyrion joked.
"Tyrion Lannister, need I inform father of your whereabouts when you were to greet the Starks this morning?" Thea asked, putting her hands on her hips threateningly "I'm sure he wouldn't be happy once he heard you were waiting his gold on whores again." 'There is the lioness from before,' Jon thought.
"Then I'll speak no more of it, sister" Tyrion said, raising his eyebrows "May I ask why you aren't at the feast? I'm sure the Queen won't be pleasure with our absence."
"I got lost, met a nice young man and conversed," Thea said, straightening her back taller "There is no shame in that."
"There is, when he is the bastard brother of your soon betrothed," Tyrion replied quickly. He knew of Roberts plans to wed Thea to Robb Stark.
"Not if I have any say in the matter," The said, quirking one eyebrow upwards.
"I'm sure the King will happily consider your opinion, sister," Tyrion said "You best be getting inside."
"And you, brother?" Thea asked "Cersei will be wanting to speak with you."
"And she will," Tyrion said, sitting up on a nearby bench and holding up a sack of wine "Once I have prepared myself for an evening with the Starks of Winterfell."
"It was good talking to you, Snow," Thea said, before turning and walking in the direction Benjen went in.
"I hope my sister didn't scare you," She heard Tyrion speak lowly "The Lady Lion seems to be in a fowl mood this evening."
And before you get any idea's this isn't going to be a Jon/OC fanfiction. Sorry to disappoint if you were getting excited. He has been the only one so far to see Thea vulnerable and weak at the mention of her mother. She is human after all. She's not always this fierce, confident lioness of a woman. A nice change, do you think? Don't worry, it's not going to last for long. This is Thea we're talking about.
hope you guys enjoyed it, i know it's bad, but don't be afraid to review!
-HannahBanana
Replies:
DamonSalvatorelover: Aww, thanks honey! So do I, her, Nina Dobrev and Amy Huberman are my girl crushes. Hope you liked this one!
burningflame74: Thanks for the review, cailín! Yeah, like I said. It' just something different. Don't get me wrong, I love all them stories too. They're brilliant. I wouldn't fall in love with Thea. She's a bit malicious and very vicious. And like DamonSalvatorelover said in their last review, she has the Lannister sassiness. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
akanohana: Fanks, dollie! I'm glad you're loving it :D There probably will be at one point. She is a highborn woman, and the society she lives in requires her to marry a highborn man. I'll tell you now, it will happen eventually, and will be a pairing, but I haven't given much thought (yet) as to when it will be and to whom! Haha, I'm happy with the reviews I've already got. I'm not going to push my luck and want anymore. Just did, hope you loved it :D