Author's Note: Thanks to PriscilaOrglene (I think Jaime's always so much nicer and more likeable away from Cersei's influence) for reviewing the last chapter! I own nothing of ASOIF you recognize.

"Ready or not, here I come. I'm about to show you where the light comes from. Ready or not, here I come. This is who I am and I won't hide it"-Ready Or Not, Britt Nicole

XIV. LUCIA
She woke up alone in her new room. Lucia sat up, a hand carefully holding the blankets over her bare skin. Her dress from last night had been carefully placed over a chair and there was a note sitting on the bedside table. Lucia reached a pale hand over to pick it up, unfolding.

Luce,

We are setting out from Winterfell this morning to return to King's Landing. As I let slip a day or so ago, your uncle and some of your cousins will be returning with us. The Hand of the King, Jon Arryn, has been ill and Robert convinced your uncle to return to King's Landing to become the Hand if Arryn died. News reached us late last night telling us that Jon Arryn died in the night so your uncle will be the Hand.

I've gone down to the courtyard to spar with some of my companions but I shall return presently to bring you down to breakfast before we leave. Trust nothing my sweet sister sends you. Even the simplest gift can be a trap in disguise.

Jaime
Luce read the note twice before placing it back where she found it. That was when a knock sounded at the door. Luce tugged the blankets higher on instinct and called for whoever it was to enter. A young woman, one of the unassigned maids that had the patience to occasionally tend to Arya entered,shutting the door softly behind her. "Excuse me milady," she said. "But Lady Catelyn asked for a volunteer to serve as your maid and travel with you to King's Landing. I took the position."

"What is your name?" Luce questioned, silently thanking her aunt for her foresight.

"Alayne milday," the girl replied.

"Thank you Alayne," Luce said. "Would you mind finding a suitable dress for today?" Alayne nodded and went to the closet, searching through the dresses that had moved here before bringing out a dark blue riding dress.

"Will this serve milday?" Luce nodded her affirmation and allowed Alayne to help dress her. The maid was brushing out Luce's hair and braiding it carefully when there came another knock at the door. Luce motioned for Alayne to answer it and finished the braid, tying it off with a silver ribbon. A young, fair haired woman entered the room carrying a box.

"The queen bid me to bring you this as a gift for your wedding," the woman said.

"Put it on the chair," Luce said, motioning to the one she was speaking about. The maid did as she was told before curtseying prettily and leaving. Luce stood then and carefully opened the box, pulling out what was inside. It was a beautiful dress in a deep red with gold threads through the bodice, Lannister colors. Trust nothing my sister sends you. Even the simplest gift can be a trap in disguise. The word's from Jaime's note spoke up in her mind. Luce replaced the dress in the box and turned to her maid. "I suspect you have a better idea than I on how to pack." Alayne unfroze enough to offer a smile for the first time that day.

"Of course milady. If you'll excuse me I'll return with something to pack your things in."

"Of course," Luce said with a wave of her hand, walking to the window. The boots she had donned for the day clicked on the floor as she walked. She stared out at the morning sky until Alayne returned with a trunk. The two young woman packed and talked, learning about each other as they went. The box from Cersei remained on the chair, forgotten until Jaime entered. He stepped in without knocking, Shadow following on his heels. The direwolf curled up on the floor in front of the door while Jaime softly took a dress from Alayne and shooed her out of the room, intending to catch Luce by surprise. "I am perfectly capable of dismissing my maid myself," Luce said mildly, folding one of the last dresses and put it in the trunk without glancing at her new husband.

"How did you know?" Jaime asked, handing her the dress he'd taken from Alayne.

"I heard the door," Luce replied mildly, her lips curving up in a smile.

"What's in the box?"

"Oh that," Luce replied dismissively. "It's- well see for yourself." She finished packing away her things and turned in time to see Jaime replace the dress in the box.

"A gift from my sweet sister I presume."

"Correct," Luce replied smoothly, taking his arm when he offered it and snapping once at Shadow who turned and followed them out of the room and through the halls of Winterfell.

"My sister will wish to know why you aren't wearing it," Jaime pointed out.

"It's much to beautiful to risk soiling while riding and I intend to ride," Luce said innocently, not bothering to keep the humor from dancing in her grey eyes as they arrived at the main hall.

Jaime opened the door for her and Luce stepped through the door to hear someone say, "You've made a gentleman of my brother already."

"And it didn't take a great deal of work," Luce replied mildly, smiling at Tyrion Lannister. "I suspect the gentleman was sent into hiding by the queen." Lucia had yet to speak to Tyrion but Jon had and had spoken favorably of the Imp. As much as Luce trusted her brother she was determined to make her own impressions of her new family.

"Where is my sweet sister?" Jaime questioned as they sat, Luce slipping a sausage to Shadow.

"Retired as soon as she heard you were coming," Tyrion replied. "And she took her children with her. I suspect she's afraid your new wife will corrupt them."

"More than she's already done?" Luce asked, arching an eyebrow. Tyrion laughed then, looking more closely at her.

"I'll admit that in Joffery's case but Myrcella and Tommen are sweet still," Tyrion said.

"Joffery is spoiled," Jaime said as if that excused everything.

"Our sister dotes on him," Tyrion agreed, winking at Luce as if to say his brother was blind. Luce smiled and slipped Shadow another sausage.