Sorry i havent updated in a while, ive been fairly busy. This chapter was sort of rushed so i apologise for any spelling or grammatical errors. I will go through it when i next have the time to. Thanks xx

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"Where is Jon?" I asked Robb casually whilst inspecting my southern dress.

"He did not tell you?" Robb asked back, looking confused.

"Did not tell me what?" I asked back, just as puzzled as he was.

"Mother said it would be an insult to the king if they seated him and the royals witha bastard." Rob said, it looked just as pissed at this as I was.

"No way," I said standing up."She can go to hell if she thinks that I won't spend my last meal in the north with my brother. I'm going to find him. Plus the King will have to learn to love him, since he is coming to kings landing with me."

"It wont be your last!"

"Once I'm in KingsLanding I won't be getting out. This may as well be our last family meal and Jon will not be sat with anybody other than his family. King or not." I left to find Jon, knowing exactly where he would be, swinging that damn sword of his.

I got further and further away from the banquet hall. It took about five minutes for me to find Jon. He was conversing with someone but i couldn't make out the voice.

"Well, your welcome on the wall. No bastard was ever refused a seat there." It was my uncle Benjen.

"So take me with you when you go back." I heard Jon answer, but I could tell he was only saying this out of anger.

"Jon-" Uncle Benjen started.

"Father will let me-" I decide to stop him before he got himself in to deep.

"What makes you think I will?" I asked him coming out from my hiding spot.

"There is nothing left here for me, your Lady mother wont let me stay or go so what have i got to lose?"

"It is not up to my mother who goes. You will be going to Kinglandings with me as my brother and you will be sitting with us at the feast. My Mother has no say." I said adding a tone of finality to my voice so Jon knew i wasnt joking.

He smiled at me softly and nodded.

"Now come on, I'm sure My Lady Mother is pulling out her hair wondering where i am."

-x-

"Where were you?" My mother seethed as i walked up to her and the rest of my sibling. The Royal spawn had arrived as well.

"I went to find Jon, A feast isn't right without all the family." I glared at her and she glared back. "Shall we." I walked over to Joffrey and he was smirking at me, as if my glare off with my mother had amused him. He took my arm and walked me through the big doors that lead to the feast. Each step we took we got closer and closer to the main table where the king and queen were sat with my father.

Joffrey took a seat next to him mother and I next to him. Jon sat down next to me and i smiled at him.

I looked down the table at King Rob and spoke, "I hope its OK that Jon is sitting with us Rob. I know its not normal, but i wouldn't feel right if i left home without spending my last meal here with my whole family."

"Don't worry yourself, Lyanna. Jon is as welcome as the rest of you." I smiled at him thankfully.

As the night pressed on My father became more engrossed in conversation with my uncle Benjen. King Robb got more and more hands on with a hooker from the town. I could see the Discomfort on Queen Cersei face.

"Is this your first time in the North, Your Grace?" My mother asked desperately trying to take Queen Cersei attention off her husband.

"Yes. Lovely country." Cersei said trying to seem interested in the conversation.

"I'm sure it's very grim, after Kings Landing. I remember how scared I was when Ned brought me up here for the first time." My mother said and Cersei nodded. I grabbed Sansa hand and took her over to meet the Queen.

"Hello, little dove. But you are a beauty. How old are you?" Cersei asked Sansa as we approached. I smiled. Sansa was Beautiful. She should be the one in line for the throne. And all the Gods know she would be the next queen if i didnt look like the Lyanna Stark. Its as if King Robb wants to rekindle a long lost love between the Starks and the Baratheons.

"Thirteen, Your Grace." she answered.

"You're tall. Still growing?" Cersei asked again.

"I think so, Your Grace." she was a full head taller than me already, if she was still growing than Gods help me.

"And have you bled yet?" My eyes snapped from Sansas to the Queen. That was personal.

Sansa looked uncomfortable now, "No, Your Grace."

Cersei didnt seem to notice Sansa's discomfort and carried on as usual. "And your dress. Did you make it."

Sansa nodded and I smiled. Sansa has made me one for all of my name days.

Cersei smiled as well but i could see right through. "Such talent. You must make something for me."

Sansa grinned and departed.

Queen Cersei then turned to my mother, "I hear we might share a grandchild someday."

"I hear the same. Granchildren if were lucky." My mother smiled.

"One is enough for me!" I said shaking my head.

"Your daughter will do well in the capital. Such a beauty shouldn't stay hidden up here forever." She took hold of my hand and squeezed it. I smiled and departed from the two.

If they though i was going to have more than one of Joffrey's devil spawn they were wrong.

I Walked around for a while and bumped into Tyrion.

"Hello my Lady." He bowed and winked.

"My Lord." I over exaggerated a curtsy.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Anna?" He asked as we took a seat together.

"Well I undermined my mother so that was fun, but it seems that herself and the Queen have already started planning out my life."

"Oh, well better you than me." He chuckled shaking his head.

"I just wish they'd rethink all this, Sansa is the one who wants to marry Joffrey, not me." i scowled.

"Life isn't alway fair, just be thankful he isn't a bastard or an imp." He smirked.

"I would gladly take an imp over that prim pompus pillock." he smiled and through me his flask. I gladly took a gulp of what i came to know was wine.

"So are you not excited to see kingslanding?" He asked as i passed his liquor pouch back. "It is quite beautiful!"

"All my life all i have wanted to do was travel across the narrow sea, ever since septa mordane told us of Quarth and the fantastic dothraki all i have ever wanted is to do is go over there and see it for myself. Dine with the Dothraki and meet the warlock of Quarth, maybe even learn some magic. Now im going to be stuck with that insufferable bitch and according to my mother bear his demon lannister babies. No offence Tyrion." I laughed.

"None taken ma lady. I see your point. Maybe someday you will have the freedom to travel." He shrugged.

"Yeah right, you and I both know that as soon as Joffrey and I are wed he'll have me on tight lock down. Like a dog on a l

eash made to do as im told." I rolled my eyes.

"I see your point." Tyrion looked as if he was contemplating it. He passed his flask back to me.

"He shall learn in time though." I said smirking across the room as my eye caught Joffrey's.

"What lesson might this be?" Tyrion askee me a curiously. I never took my eyes off of Joffrey though.

"I may be a female wolf, but im nobody's bitch." Tyrion chuckled, i lifted the flask up to Joffrey and winked at him.

I lowered the flask to my lips and finished off the wine.

-x-

I spent the rest of the night with Tyrion and a bottle of wine. It wasn't very proper for a 'lady' to drink, but this lady just found out she'll never get to do the things she dreamed of.

He laughed with me and told me storues of where he'd been. Another place i was hoping to go was Dorne.

Right now i was enjoy a morning walk after breakfast. The king and his guard would be leaving for Kinglanding tomorrow. My sisters, my father, Jon and Myself joining them..

Storm was walking at my feet. She had grown quite alot over the weeks. She had stopped bottle feeding and moved on to solid food.

"Ah storm, just think, this time tomorrow you and I will be on our way to Kingslanding." I looked down at her and she looked up at me. I could almost swear she rolled. "I want you to run ahead, i dont like you being around those Lannisters. Appart from tyrion."

I could see she understood, i trained her well.

We continued our walk and after a moment we heard a scream.

I ran as fast as i could and when i got there Jaime Lannister and the Queen were huddled around a body. Brans body i ran over to him as fast as i could. "Storm go get help, Jaime you too." I felt Brans neck for a pulse. It was there but it was faint. "What happened?"

"Jaime and I were going for a stroll before we had breakfast and we saw the little wolf fall from the tower." She gushed as she cried. Her crying was weird. It seemed almost like it was forces. I looked up at the tower and back down at Bran. I felt down his chest to see if any of his ribs were broken because that could lead to puncture lung.

I looked at his arms and legs for breaks and saw that his ankles were broken along with his spine, " oh gods no."

"What, whats wrong? Is he dead?" Cersei asked, her voice eager. Why would it be eager. Bran has just broke his back falling from a tower and bran never falls. So why would she even be eager.

"No his spine is broken in several places. I doubt he'll walk again, that is if his lungs dont collapse because of how he fell. You haven't moved him have you?" i asked looking at bran and then looking at the window, tears welled up in my eye.

"no thats how he fell." He was to far from the tower for it to have been a mere slip. If hed have fallen he would have landed in the bushes of ivy at the Bottom.

I heard my mothers cries from behind me as she came ran over to bran and tried to scoop him up. "No don't!" I stoped her. " his spine is broken, we need a stretcher." She just looked at him and cried.

Maester luwin confirmed what i said and called on a sctrecher Bran was in critical condition.

As everyone ran off to see what was to happen with poor bran i stayed behind. Something wasn't right.

I went round to the tower door, Storm behind me acting as my look out. The ivy covered tower seemed to be lacking any ivy on its entrance. Like someone had been using it recently, which is weird because it's the tower we dont.

I climbed the stairs and discovered that it had indeed been used. The layer of dust and hay on the floor had been cleared in one place. I walked over to take a closer look. I bent down on my knees and took a closer look at the spot of ground. On the floor lay one extremely long golden hair. A hair that could only belong to one female lannister.

I would bet my arse it wasn't Myrcellas.

but what could Bran have saw that made Cersei push him.