"So you're actually from the future?"

"Yeah. I think so. Well that's the theory anyway. It seems the most probable."

Sansa had grown a bit more comfortable as we walked to my room. She still was so shy though, and I could tell she didn't trust me, but I couldn't blame her for that.

"I don't think Lord Tyrion would mind you getting some dresses too if you wanted."

"My lord husband is kind. But it is unnecessary and he should not be expected to show kindness for a traitor."

Sansa had been saying that her family was traitorous to the crown but I called bullshit. She sounded used to the words, as if at one point in time she'd have to force them out. I bet she still does have to force them out, only it might have gotten less difficult over time.

We walked into my room and I closed the door shut.

"There are no spies anywhere near this room. I have someone taking care of that, and I intend it to stay that way. I don't believe you or your family are traitors and since we have time you can tell me whatever you like. I'll get my handmaiden Lia or someone else to get some wine."

"No." She moves towards the bed.

"May I?"

"Yeah sure."

She sat, unsure of how to start.

"My family, they... I had an older brother, and two younger ones. And a younger sister. "

"Were you close?"

"Yes. But everyone else was closer. I was stupid. And I defended Joffrey over my sister Arya on the way here to the Capitol. My dad, he called Joffrey a bastard, with no right to the throne. Joffrey killed him for treason. People thought he wanted the Iron Throne for himself. He didn't. Joffrey said it was mercy."

Sansa had tears falling down her cheek, and she was struggling to keep herself from breaking down.

I held her hand, running the other along her arm, trying to comfort her.

"He- he made me look at his head on a spike. Winterfell isn't the Starks anymore. It's not our home anymore. Joffrey did horrible things to me. My older brother Robb, he and my mom, th-th-they're dead. Arya's probably dead too. And my younger brothers, Bran and Rickon... " She couldn't go on

She's a kid! For fuck's sake. I felt anger, but mostly empathetic sadness. I hugged her wordlessly, refusing to let go for a while.

"Look at me."

"Everyone that did this will pay. They will. And who knows? Maybe a Stark will be the one making sure of it. What goes around comes around. You can return Winterfell . If it truly belongs to the Starks it will return to them. You need a plan. And I'll help you."

She shook her head violently.

"Queen Cersei will have you killed. The Lannisters. Anyone who allies themselves with the lions. And Joffrey. He would kill me gladly."

I could tell she was scared- not vengeful.

"Think on it. Wait a while. And be careful."

She nodded, silently.

I wiped away some of her tears and grabbed both of her hands, pulling her up.

She needed a distraction right now.

"We have a lot of time to kill. Wanna take a walk in the gardens or shoot a bow and arrow or something?"

"My sister would rather shoot. But I believe we may still do both, if you desire. Though it is uncommon for a girl to use weaponry." Sansa sniffled a bit.

"Gardens first?"

"Whatever you wish, my lady."

"I swear, everyone and their formalities. Call me Ariana, and I'm ok with Doctor, or Doc, or..."

"Or Ari?"

I thought on it.

"Yeah, Ari works just fine."

I took a glance at my gun still exactly where I left it, and followed Sansa.

She led me down to the gardens and we walked through, taking our time.

I saw a really pretty peach coloured rose and I stopped to take a picture of it.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking a a pi- wait, you don't know what those are. I showed her my phone.

"See look. We're seeing exactly what I'm pointing this thing at." I tapped the camera on my phone.

"You face it to whatever you want to take a picture of, you tap on it so it gets clearer, then you tap this circle to take a picture."

She looked confused.

I demonstrated, pointing my phone camera towards the rose, tapping on the rose on my phone to focus, and then taking a picture.

"You can see them again whenever you want to, and if we were back in my time, I could print these and give them to you. You would have a physical copy of the photo."

I gave my phone to her and helped her take a picture.

Then I tapped on it and watch her see the photo she took.

"Cool, huh?"

"Very."

Sansa seemed completely distracted from her family issues right now and was instead distracted by the camera. Which wasn't exactly a bad thing. I smiled, maybe thinking of re-explaining.

Then I thought of something funny.

"... Do you wanna take a selfie?"

"What?"

"Ok we're gonna smile at this black dot here. There are two cameras on my phone, and the black dot is the other one. And it will take a picture of us when I press this button. And because we are taking it of ourselves, we call it a selfie."

"Now smile and look at the black dot."

I held my phone out and took the picture.

"Now see?" I showed her the picture.

"That's... That's amazing."

"Indeed. People take a lot of pictures at weddings and when they travel. So they remember."

"Wow."

"The future. We're pretty cool, aren't we." I joked.

I may have just invented the selfie a lot earlier than it's original debut. Crap. Oh well. It's not like cameras are invented yet anyways. I had a feeling I'd suck at keeping the future a secret.

"Lady Sansa, how are you?" I turned around and saw a woman with a red rose in her hand.

"I am well Lady Margaery. How do you fare?"

"Quite well. And forgive me, I do not know your friend."

"I'm Ariana." I thought about putting my hand out for her to shake, but again, customs were different here.

"I am Magaery Tyrell, of Highgarden." She hugged me.

"I apologize Lady Margaery, but I'm from nowhere near here, I don't know where that is. But I'm guessing you take flowers, planting, and gardening with high regard." She had roses stitched on her dress and some flowers in her hair. Like straight out of a Disney movie.

"You are quite right, we do. The gardens are quite nice here, but small. We have more varieties, from all over Westeros and we plant on a much grander scale."

"That sounds like something I'd definitely love to see."

"Indeed, they are a magnificent sight. Are there any flowers here you especially like?"

"I like jasmine, lavender, hibiscuses and carnations. And roses but I prefer the peachy coloured ones."

Lady Margaery nodded in approval.

"What of you, Lady Sansa? Which flowers bring you small joys?"

"I quite like these flowers in the North, we call them snowdrops."

"Are they here?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Only in the North."

"Shame, I'm sure they're quite beautiful." I said.

"It seems the North has much more beauty than we believe." Lady Margaery said kindly.

"Thank you, Lady Margaery."

"I speak the truth." Then she addressed me. "Lady Ariana, I believe you come from Dorne?"

"Um, no, I don't. I come from the North actually, but not the same North where Sansa lived. It's a long story. Sansa mistook me for Dornish as well, it's my skin colour I think."

"Well it seems you have a Dornish admirer."She nodded her head towards something. Someone. I turned around and saw Oberyn, speaking with an old lady.

"Would you like to meet my grandmother Lady Ariana? Perhaps see what the our handsome Dornish Prince spoke with her."

"Just Ariana please. And of course, if she is anything like you, I'm sure she'll be a wonderful person to meet."

She was overly nice, it didn't seem fake, and she didn't seem daft. She seemed dangerous. I glanced at her and resolved to keep an eye out for her.

Lady Margaery smiled and started to walk through the path, occasionally stopping to admire flowers.

Sansa and I walked around, not quite sure where we were going.

Oberyn's p.o.v.

I walked along wherever there was a view of the sea, missing Dorne and Elia. The difference was that I would see Dorne again. Oh Elia... Elia, Elia, Elia. She and Ariana have so much in common. She was kind to Tyrion's wife, the northern child. Elia would have done the same.

I did not realize where I was going until I nearly ran into Olenna Tyrell.

"Watch yourself, Prince of Dorne!"

"I apologize Lady Olenna. I was not paying attention."

"Well do so in the future." She retorted. Then she looked at me for a second as if she realized something.

"Oh."

"What is it, Lady Olenna?"

"I've seen the look of lust in men's eyes, countless times. Certainly one would expect you to carry such a look, even if not directed at someone. But you, you're in love. Or getting there. That's quite rare."

"With who?" I spoke bored and disbelieving. Love? Who do I love? I was told Olenna Tyrell was a sharp tongued woman. Someone to enjoy speaking to. Yet she speaks of love to me.

"How would I know?" She answered. "Maybe the Stark girl's Dornish friend over there."

"Over where?"

She nodded with her head, and I saw Ariana's darker hair before Sansa's much lighter red. She was doing something with that device of hers, showing Sansa. Ariana was making her smile just as Elia would have done.

They looked happy.

"It IS her. Tell me, what's her name."

"She is not Dornish. And her name is Ariana."

"She looks easy to manipulate. Soft."

I did not realize my hands had clenched until my fingers were close to drawing blood.

"She is not."

"They're coming over here. Are you going to leave?"

"Why would I?"

She rolled her eyes at me.

"Love, it's a dangerous thing. Be careful. It could be amazing, but it could get you killed. Don't be a fool."

I had barely raised an eyebrow when her granddaughter and Sansa and Ariana came into full view.

"Hello grandmother! I brought Sansa and her friend Ariana."

"Hello, nice to meet you Lady Tyrell." Ariana treaded cautiously.

"Don't be formal call me Olenna." She gave her a hug and she laughed.

She looked so happy when she laughed, even over something small.

"What's so funny?" Margaery asked.

"I've been trying to get literally everyone to stop calling me a Lady. It's good to hear someone else say it."

"I'm not one for formality dear. Would you like to stay for tea with some other Highgarden ladies?"

"Unfortunately I can't. Ser Jaime has arranged for a dress fitting today and while I acknowledge his kindness I'd much rather swallow thorns. I must go though."

"A dress fitting?" Lady Margaery sounded curious.

"Yeah, the trip here was definitely not planned. I had no idea I was coming."

I laughed because she spoke the truth.

"Sansa originally agreed to suffer with me, " said Ariana, "but it's totally fine if you want to have tea with the Highgarden ladies." She spoke kindly to Sansa.

"I hope you will both forgive me, but I would accompany Ari, she asked me first."

Ari? The little she-wolf had grown more comfortable with this woman in mere hours than weeks and months with anyone else, her husband included. I did not suspect it would be hard though. It would take a great deal to hate the small woman.

... Is Olenna Tyrell right? Do I love her? No, I do not. She is intriguing. A woman shows up claiming she is from the future? Any man would be intrigued.

"If it would be alright with you ladies and grandmother, might I join you as well?" The Tyrell girl asked.

"Of course it is fine with me; I'll just be bored by everyone's dull wit. Nothing new of course."

"It's cool with me." Shrugged Ariana.

"Excellent. I would love helping you pick dresses. This one looks so lovely on you, ice blue is not a colour everyone agrees with. "

"I think Sansa would look amazing in it. It's your hair."

"A lovely shade." Margaery agreed.

The Tyrell girl was not stupid. She was coming because wanted to see if Ariana was a threat.

"Are you going to your room now?" I asked Ariana.

"I still got some time to kill, so Sansa graciously agreed to take me for some archery. I've always wanted to shoot an arrow."

"How sweet."

"I hope you would allow me to accompany you to the practicing grounds. Perhaps I might be able to assist." I offered.

"I doubt I'd be any good, you don't have to."

"It would be quite alright with me. I offered, did I not?"

She shrugged her shoulders in response.

"Then let's go. Lady Margaery can you come by my room in about an hour and a half?"

"Of course." she assured.

I gave Ariana one of my arms and Sansa the other.

Sansa took it shyly while Ariana darted away when I tried to grab her.

"You have Sansa, you don't need me." She smiled.

"Can you blame me for wanting two beautiful girls?"

She laughed and continued walking.

"So, do you fight with swords?"

"Yes." Surely fighting must be as common in the future. But she looked surprised.

"Can you show me?"

"Sure." I sounded a bit uncertain.

"Wicked."

"You sound like my sister." Sansa smiled shyly.

"Your sister sounds awesome."

It was my turn to laugh.

"Do Jaime and Tyrion sword fight?"

I shook my head.

"Jaime was a brilliant sword fighter; one of the best in Westeros, before he lost his hand." Sansa mentioned.

"That is true." I looked at Sansa, wondering how she knew.

"Tyrion told me." She answered my unasked question.

"Ah. So Ariana, what do people fight with in your times?"

"Not swords. Guns. And... A lot of other things."

"Then I propose a trade. I teach you swordfighting, you teach me about your gun."

"Um, I don't think that's a good idea. However I'm pretty sure you'll persuade me anyways. It's from the future, and I'm already fucking up by giving loads of information that shouldn't be known yet. Plus I have the only gun. It'd be pointless. Stupid dress, I couldn't carry it with me right now. Do you guys mind we I dart back quickly to get it?"

"No." I said after looking at Sansa to make sure. I felt disappointed she wouldn't teach me. Ariana was right though. I would still try to persuade her.

She went in and got it. It was a curious instrument. This is a weapon of the future? It looked like a toy.

We waited outside when I noticed a lone Lannister guard, casually walking towards us. This did not look innocent. I slowly glanced down at my dagger. This was not the best weapon to have right now. I silently cursed myself. I would have to be quick.

"Hello." I greeted him. "Looking for someone?"

"Don't fret over it." He replied gruffly.

He surveyed the area, making sure it was just the three of us.

"Can we help you with something?" Ariana offered sarcastically.

"You've got a mouth." He sneered. "The Queen wished for me to bring you to her."

That was a lie. She probably wanted Ariana dead. My hand neared my dagger.

"Well you can let the Queen know that if she wants me, she'll have to come get me herself." Ariana said. She had an air of finality to it, and made to move around the huge guard.

"I'm afraid I can't do that." And he grabbed her. I pulled out my dagger and Ariana brought her weapon and let the tip rest against his head.

"If you've an ounce of sense, I suggest you let me go." She remained calm.

How could she be calm? I would've scratched his eyes out, and shoved my dagger down his throat.

He merely smirked and then looked at us.

"I suggest you don't mention anything to anyone."

"I suggest you gain some sense in the next 10 seconds." Ariana rolled her eyes.

"Shut up!" He put his sword on her throat. I wanted to kill him, but he would kill her first.

I looked down at Sansa. The child looked terrified.

"You'll come with me quietly, and you two will say nothing."

"No." Ariana said as if deciding a dress was ugly. She didn't sound scared in the slightest.

He reared his hand back to slap her, only a loud noise stopped him. He released her and I saw her weapon still pointed at him.

"And that, Prince Oberyn, is how a gun is used." And she mock-bowed.

This girl definitely has a Dornish attitude.

"Weapons of the future. Much less bloody than a sword."

I looked at the dead Lannister guard. It wasn't completely bloodless, a small hole at the side of his head with blood around it.

"What should we do with the body?"I wondered.

"You just killed a man." Sansa turned away from facing the man.

"A man who was probably bringing me to my death. I wouldn't have done it if he hadn't tried attacked me."

She started to walk away, but the old lion just happened to appear. Was he behind it? I thought Cersei would be.

"What's going on here?" Tywin demanded.

"I believe your daughter just tried to have me killed. You might want to talk some sense into her, or at least help her out, she obviously needs it. Good day Lord Tywin."

I raised my eyebrows.

Sansa followed behind her quickly, avoiding eye contact, and I smirked, containing my laughter. I had not heard of a soul talk to Tywin Lannister like that.

He glared at me, as if I would cower. I strolled past him and the body, leaving it completely to him to take care of.

I rounded a corner and saw Sansa and Ariana waiting for me.

Sansa still looked frightened but Ariana was holding her, stroking her hair, and whispering something softly to her.

"Killing people is obviously not something I want to do. But I'm 98% sure Cersei ordered him to kill me." Ariana reasoned gently.

"I know." Sansa spoke quietly.

"Do you still want to go to practice?" I asked.

"Maybe we should get Sansa to her husband." Ariana wondered.

"No it's ok, I'm alright." Sansa spoke indignantly.

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Let's go then. Lead the way, Oberyn."

*Timmeeee jummmmppp*

"No wonder your muscles are so big, this shit's exhausting." Ariana groaned tiredly, slouching over.

I could not help the small burst of pride that came at her comment.

For someone who had never held a sword in her life, she picked up quite fast. She was part of an army in her time though.

Jaime Lannister came from somewhere halfway and watched silently. I bet he had never stayed quiet for long.

I do not know if he or Tyrion knew of what Ariana did.

She was not wrong though; he was going to kill her. I cursed myself for not defending her, for not even having a sword.

"Would you like me to carry you?" I offered, half joking.

She nodded mockingly, lifting her arms up the way Tyene always used to.

I decided to surprise her and grabbed her, lifting her easily, and starting to walk, one of my hands under her legs, the other around her side.

She was weightless, I could carry her to her room.

"Put me down, I was kidding!"

"Why? Do you think I would drop you?" I smirked, quite enjoying her attention. I started to pull my arms from her.

"Don't you dare."

Sansa had been staying off to the side, preferring to watch me teach Ariana. But she giggled now and was doing something with Ariana's device.

"Are you taking a picture of this?" Ariana cried.

"How can you take a picture?" I asked.

"It's not the same as like, art. Wait, actually it is. It is art. You paint a picture. You draw a picture. But you can also take a picture in the future. They're photos. I'll show you if you put me down."

I thought about it for a second, and let my curiosity get the better of me. I set her down gently.

Ariana walked over to Sansa, and then broke into a run. She tricked me! I took off after her, but she was fast.

Ariana's p.o.v.

I risked looking back at Oberyn. Totally worth it. He looked somewhere between amused and disbelieving.

Sansa was genuinely laughing, a happy carefree laugh.

Damn he was fast, he was catching up quick. He had long legs whipping back behind his yellow robe. I realized he also had the advantage because he knew the place.

He was getting closer when I made a sharp left turn, and stopped dead to avoid hitting a short bald man.

"I'm really sorry." I wheezed as Oberyn rounded the corner.

I looked at him and watched his playful attitude disappear in a heartbeat. He grew stoic.

"It's quite alright, my lady."

I felt Oberyn sliding his hand around my hip, pulling me closer to him.

Was he dangerous? Why was Oberyn so on edge all of a sudden.

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you. Varys."

He stuck his hand out. I shook it normally.

"Ariana."

"I don't believe there are many Dornishwomen would have that name. It's nice, Lady Ariana." And he nodded to Oberyn. "Prince Oberyn."

"Lord Varys."

"Thanks." I was about to tell him that I wasn't Dornish when Oberyn subtly gripped my waist tighter. I almost looked up in confusion when I realized he was saying I should be careful.

Ok, he didn't want me telling him I wasn't Dornish. But why?

"Good day." Varys spoke and started to walk away.

I heard him greet Sansa just as she rounded the corner. Then he continued on his way. Oberyn didn't relax until Varys disappeared.

"Are you ok?" I looked up at him curiously.

"Yes." His grip relaxed but didn't leave my waist.

"Ari, I think I'll go fetch Margaery and we'll come to your room."

She spoke quickly.

"Ok," I tossed her the key I had hidden in my shoes before she left.

"Come with me." Oberyn let go and instead grabbed my hand. He led me into a deserted hallway.

"Varys is dangerous. He has spies everywhere. I'm surprised he doesn't have any more information on you. Be careful."

"He didn't know me." But I knew that was a lie as soon as I spoke the words.

Oberyn shook his head.

"He knew your name. He just wanted you to believe he knew nothing of you. Though he clearly does not know much. I can tell he truly believed you Dornish."

A stupid thought suddenly occurred to me.

"Um, Oberyn?"

"Yes?"

"He has spies everywhere, right?"

"Yes."

"What would they tell him if they saw you pull me into a deserted hallway?" I laughed, a little embarrassed.

He thought for a moment and laughed.

"C'mon, we should probably get to Sansa and Margaery." I spoke quickly before he could respond.

He nodded and escorted me back to my room.

"I don't believe I'm welcome to watch, am I?" Oberyn mockfully sounded crestfallen.

"No I don't think so. No naked changing girls for you." I answered cracking a smile.

"A shame. However these things are tedious beyond belief."

"I know. I hate trying on clothes." Rolling my eyes for emphasis. "If I'm still alive by the end of this can we do something fun?"

"You have my word." Then he left.

I walk in and Sansa and Margaery were already trying on dresses. Well, Margaery was, and she was trying to convince Sansa to as well.

Margaery twirled around in her dress. It was a green one, ridiculously provocative but I was starting to see that that was her style.

You must try this gorgeous violet fabric, I've gotten the dress makers to already start working on it."

She had the dressmakers working silently and diligently. God, I know Jaime was kind by offering all of this, and I needed clothes, at least just to fit in for now but I still hated trying on clothes, especially dresses. I sighed looking at the purple fabric the dressmakers were silently working on. This was going to be a long couple of hours.

*Timmeeee jummmmppp*

The annoying dresses had taken the better part of the afternoon. First they measured me, and then I picked out fabrics I liked. The latter was much more time consuming and I still saw so many colours in my head. I still resolved to be polite, and I thanked all of the dressmakers; they'd been promising to have dresses within the week. Wow, Jaime must be paying them well. I still thought it extremely inconvenient that I couldn't keep my gun on me because of the stupid dresses. After that, I put back on my old clothes, my normal ones and strapping my gun securely.

I went out to find Oberyn and I wandered around the castle, getting ridiculously lost. There were a lot of secret passageways and I decided I would go into them later and explore some more. Maybe that's the military doctor speaking, but I think it could come in handy.

I opened huge doors to find a long hall and a seat completely made out of weapons at the end. The throne? It looked ugly.

In it I found Oberyn, Tywin Lannister, and another man I didn't know, discussing something I couldn't hear. Oberyn had a long sword strapped to his waist along with the dagger he originally had. That thing was massive.

"Prince Oberyn?" I called, remembering that we weren't alone.

"Lady Ariana. So you survive."

He kissed my hand again. Oberyn looked guarded as he did with Varys but he still was bashful.

"I do, thanks for noticing. Good evening Lord Tywin."

"Lady Ariana." He grunted.

I turned to the other man. "I'm afraid I don't know you sir. I am Ariana." His face somehow reminded me of a rat, sneaky. He was slim and had a shady kind of look to him. I immediately didn't trust him.

"Lord Baelish. A pleasure." He kissed my hand lightly too. The guy made me feel uncomfortable and without looking or moving I made sure my gun was still at my side.

"I'm sure I would have seen such a beautiful face before, tell me, has Prince Oberyn been hiding you to himself or have you just arrived to the Capitol?"

"I've arrived here recently." I tried to choose my words carefully, because something told me giving him any kind of information could be dangerous. Luckily he didn't seem to notice my gun which he must've found strange. I don't know how I would've explained that.

"Well I do hope to see you around my Lady. Good evening." He excused himself and walked down the hall. It was silent until he closed the doors.

"Did I interrupt something?" I asked.

"We were finishing up, do not worry." Oberyn reassured me.

"If you'll both excuse me, I have important matters as hand of the king to address." Tywin Lannister responded.

He started to walk through the doors, when Cersei opened them from the other side. Tywin smartly stepped back, avoiding being hit.

Ugh, why was she here?

"Father, I've been looking for you." She tried keeping her voice cool but I heard annoyance creeping in.

"Well you've found me." Tywin said shortly.

Cersei took a long look around the room.

"What are you doing here, whore?" She sneered.

"Subtle." I remarked sarcastically, raising my eyebrows.

"No, what ARE you doing here? What purpose do you serve? Who let you stay here?"

"I believe your dad allowed me to stay."

"Why?"

When I didn't answer right away, Cersei strode up to me, and Tywin followed. I think he sensed his daughter was about to do something stupid.

"I don't think that's any of your business."

Cersei growled at me, and Oberyn's hand found it's way into mine.

I wasn't scared. Cersei only acts like Tywin. But the fact that he let me know he was still there was comforting.

Then she did the stupidest thing she possibly could've done. She swiftly grabbed my gun. My hand was instantly on her arm, and she waved it at me as if it was a toy.

"What is this?" She sneered.

"Nothing you should play with."

"You wear it like a weapon."

"It is a weapon."

Then she pointed it at herself, inspecting it from the front.

"If you aren't as dumb as you're making yourself look now, you would stop playing with it and give it to me."

She scoffed, disbelieving that the gun could hurt anybody.

"A weapon of the future." She breathed softly. "It's useless."

Then she undid the safety, maybe wondering if a blade would fly out the hole.

Now I was scared. She could shoot somebody.

"You should give Ariana back her weapon." Oberyn said, finally speaking up.

"It's not a weapon." She looked at Oberyn like he was dumb.

She didn't see me shoot the guard, Oberyn did. Why did she continue to play with it?

I decided to try and talk some sense into her even though it was unlikely.

"It is a weapon, and it is from the future. As in, more advanced than your time. You don't know what you're doing with it, hell, you don't even know what it is. And when you don't know anything about something, it's dangerous. This thing could kill you slowly or in the blink of an eye. People here don't know how to heal wounds from this. Now give it back to me before you hurt someone."

I think she sensed my panic because she started messing with is more, smiling at me evilly. Goddamn it, she was so stupid. She was going to kill someone, and even as an army doctor, without the proper medication the person could die.

I tried grabbing it from her, but she was too tall.

"Don't do that!"

"Give it back to her!" Oberyn spoke dangerously. I sensed he wanted to pull his dagger on her, but Tywin would kill him.

She fiddled with it more, putting her thumb on the trigger.

"Lord Tywin, she's going to kill someone! Stop her!" I shouted desperately.

Tywin himself looked dubious that the gun could hurt anyone.

I was about to try to convince Tywin to stop her idiotic daughter when I heard a sharp bang and a loud cry of pain.