And here I give you... another chapter! Sorry for not updating so long, but I was away and I had absolutely no internet.. hm... not so long, but I'll post the next part soon.

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Chapter Two

After that moment of...silence, Tyrion asked one final question: "You haven't told me yet if you want to come with us. You could meet your aunt, your cousins. What do you say?"

I had to think about that a bit. I didn't like travelling, and if I would come with them, it would mean that I would have to put up with Cersei, Father and Joffrey. On the other side, I would be able to spend more time with Tyrion, but I really wouldn't like to meet Lady Stark just yet. As I've said before, I was a bit afraid to meet my mother's family, so I decided.

"I won't go."

I knew that it meant that I wouldn't see my Uncle in another few months, but I had to set my priorities. I wanted to be a part of this society, of any society, for the first time in my life. It would be very interesting to see how people work without the King in presence, and I knew that I wouldn't have the opportunity to do so very often.

I just had to socialize with the right people, that was all that counted. It always was, and it always would be, as far as I was concerned.

Tyrion looked a bit disappointed at my answer, but he seemed to understand.

"I will meet everyone when they are in the capital, Uncle, don't worry. You'll be coming home as soon as you can after the Wall, right?"

"I will. You will have to be careful, do you realise that? I will not be here to help you. Again, trust no one and don't give away too much information about yourself."

Sometimes, Tyrion could be a bit annoying. It wouldn't be so bad, I just had to pay attention to everything going on around me. At least, I thought so. I wasn't important to anything, so it was most likely that no one would notice me. And even if so, very few people would do something about it. If I didn't mess up anything, it would be a minor difference for everyone but Tyrion and the rest of the family if I was in the game.

As the night came, my Uncle and I said goodbye and he went back to his chambers. I knew that this was the last opportunity for me to have a conversation with him before he went away, because tomorrow he had to take care of a few personal things and then they would ride off to Winterfell.

I sat down on my bed after Tyrion had gone away, thinking about the evening and the days to come. Strange thing was, I couldn't seem to get my head clear, so I decided to go and do what I always did to relax. I got my dark grey fox-fur coat from a wardrobe near my bed, closed it around my shoulders, and made my way out of the room, straight to the King's Guard's training complex.

When I was there, first thing I did was getting myself a sword. Training was one of the few things I could do to get my mind off my usual worries, and it had been since I had first started swordfighting when I was younger.

I didn't know how long I had been on my work, but when I looked up again from practising the familiar moves, the sun had already started glowing. I sighed, straightened my back and walked to the shelter left to me. I laid the training sword down on the table I had found it on and started to stride back to my rooms.

But when I was on my way there, I was stopped by a quiet voice behind me.

"A girl your age shouldn't be out here this late at night. Don't you have a family looking for you?"

I turned around and saw a young man with brown hair and a short beard standing a few feet away from me.

I swallowed. I wasn't that far away from the training complex, what if he had seen me? It wasn't that I was ashamed of my sword fighting, it just wasn't a proper thing to do as the lady I was supposed to be. Even that wasn't really important to me, but if I wanted to fit in a bit, I would have to keep my activities secret.

After some time of consideration, I answered to the man, "I am on my own, my Lord, but I am not defenseless. And I don't have family worth naming to look after me. But I thank you for your concern. Good night, my Lord."

I had already turned around again, but was again stopped when the Lord (I assumed him to be one, his clothes were too fine to be a servant's ones) said with real, new-found interest in his voice, "You are Elaya Lannister, aren't you?"

I swallowed. Now I would have to stay and listen to his "It is dangerous for you to stay out alone"-talk. I had heard it often enough.

But instead, he surprised me with asking, "Why did you go this way? There are much faster ways to get to the Lannister's chambers from the training yard."

I froze and turned again. I didn't know who he was, but he seemed a bit familiar. Maybe I had met him when I was younger, but no matter what, he had apparently seen me training and that wasn't good.

Yet, as if he had seen my thoughts, he laughed quietly and said, "I won't tell anyone. Why should I? You don't have to fear anything from me, my lady."

I was more than astonished. He would just let it go? Well, if so, I had to take the chance now, before he would decide otherwise.

"Uhm...thank you, my Lord...?"

I didn't know his name, so I made a subtle, or not-so-subtle, attempt to ask him. Nothing wrong with asking.

He laughed again.

"Of course, you won't remember. We met when you were only a few years old. I am Renly Baratheon, just so you know, my Lady."

A/N: Cliffhanger! It may seem a bit ridiculus, but it will all make sense later. Or at least I hope so.

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