Thanks to Woodburncyn (I'll try to make the chapters longer!), Paperlanterns86 (They're going to be a pleasure to write), and dancewithdragons (I couldn't make Jaime too harsh or he and Luce would constantly be at war. Besides it is true that Jaime around Cersei is not the real Jaime)

"Before the cool done run out I'll be giving it my bestest and nothing's gonna stop me but divine intervention. I reckon it's again my turn to win some or lose some."-I'm Yours, Jason Miraz

XV. TYRION

He kept casting glances at Jaime's new wife as he teased his brother. He had a feeling that Cersei had seriously underestimated Lucia when she made the assumption that a lion was fiercer than a presumed bastard girl. She was also wrong if she assumed that Jaime didn't hold some kind of fondness for the Stark girl. It was obvious in the way he turned toward her almost unconsciously, judging her reactions and relaxing when he found she was fine around Tyrion. The Imp himself was a little curious about that. Most people judged him-and were uncomfortable with him- because of his appearance. On the opposing side were Jon and Lucia Snow, now Stark and Lannister. Neither one seemed bothered by the fact that he was a dwarf. In fact they seemed to look past his unfortunate appearance and more at his personality. It was intriguing, to say the least.

"Uncle Jaime," a voice suddenly squealed as Myrcella darted into the room, then pausing and staring with wide eyes at Lucia. "Umm, hi," she said after a moment and Lucia smiled at her.

"Hello sweetheart," she said and Myrcella smiled tentatively at the girl. "Did you need something?"

"Joffery's throwing a fit again because Uncle Jaime told the guardsmen not to spar with him today," Myrcella mumbled, flushing bright pink.

"Well we can't have that, can we?" Lucia asked and Myrcella shook her head shyly. Lucia stood, the massive direwolf rising up next to her. Myrcella let out a frightened squeak and Lucia smiled gently at the younger girl again. "Shadow's harmless," she said, motioning the girl forward. Myrcella inched forward, reaching out a hand, and the direwolf wagged its tail. Myrcella smiled and stroked the wolf for a few minutes before taking Lucia's hand. Jaime rose as well, Tyrion right on his brother's heels as Myrcella tugged her new aunt out to where Joffery was yelling at some unfortunate guardsman. Lucia sighed at the sight and shot and exasperated glance over her shoulder at the brothers before turning back to Joffery. "Excuse me." Her tone, cold and clear, sounded so much like something that Cersei would say in that tone that the prince stopped in mid shout, turning warily to face the group. He glanced around nervously, searching for his mother. "Excuse me," Lucia said again and Joffery's face slipped into an annoyed scowl.

"Oh," he said sourly. "You."

"Yes," Lucia replied sweetly me. "Now if you were done being a spoilt brat to men who are simply doing as they are ordered you might want to consider checking to see if your bags are packed. We are leaving within the hour." Joffery opened his mouth to argue but a headshake from Lucia silenced him. "Be a good little boy and do as you are told or I'll be forced to have words with your mother." Joffery silenced with an even darker scowl and stormed off, muttering about telling his mother about her, while Myrcella stared on in awe.

"That was amazing," she said, grinning at her new aunt. Lucia smiled back and knelt so she was closer to the young princess's level.

"Thank you," she said sweetly. "Now why don't you make sure your things are packed as well. We wouldn't want any of them to be left behind." Myrcella nodded, still beaming at Lucia, and darted off in the direction Joffery had gone.

"Well played," Jaime said, nudging Lucia lightly with an elbow. "Joffery may hate you now but Myrcella and Tommen will adore you." The girl nodded with a slim smile, surveying the lawn and the bustle of activity going on.

"I play the game well," she said, the corner of her mouth quirking up when she spotted Arya flying around the corner with Sansa shrieking something on her heels. She raised her voice to call, "Sansa!Arya! Stop tormenting each other this instant!" Both girls stopped short to send identical glares at their cousin.

"Sansa, Arya," Lady Catelyn called suddenly, drawing their attention away from their cousin. "Come back here and pack this instant." Arya huffed out a sigh and brushed by Sansa who pouted and then flounced after her sister.

"They don't look very pleased," Tyrion commented and Lucia laughed lightly, favoring him with a slim smile.

"They'll get over it," she informed him with dry humor and Tyrion caught Jaime's pleased smile. Pleased, no doubt, that his brother and new wife were getting along well. Tyrion smiled back at her and was pleased when Lucia's smiled widened.

"Shall we prepare our mounts then, Jaime, Lady Lucia?" Tyrion questioned cordially.

"Definitely," Jaime said, glancing over the crowd. Tyrion looked at the same time and saw Cersei storming through the crowd.

"Yes," Lucia said. "And it's Luce for short." Then she tucked her arm through Jaime's and led them toward the stables, firmly ignoring the angry calls from the queen behind her.