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As always, I don't own A Song of Ice and Fire books and Game of Thrones show, except for my OCs and part of the story. English is my second (foreign) language, Spanish is my first. Sorry for the typos or for not describing very well certain scenes. I will accept any constructive correction you give me.

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Chapter 3

"The things I do for love..."

I woke up suddenly with those words in my head. I didn't recognize the voice, and it sounded fuzzy in my head. Also, I had a bad feeling since we received a letter from the King.

A month ago, father received a letter from the King saying that Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King, died, and the King was coming to Winterfell. This means that he was going to ask my father to be his Hand of the King. As far as I know, my father will take this position, and my family will separate.

So, as the oldest daughter, my duty was to help my mother with the preparations. Organizing everything for this important event has been tiresome and bored. I have little time to spend with my brothers and sisters. I stopped riding a horse and/or practice swords with Jon and Robb, I abandon the archery lessons with Bran and Arya; I couldn't speak with Sansa about the dresses we were going to use for the arrival; I stopped telling stories and sing lullabies to Rickon before to sleep; and not even I have time to think on a name for my direwolf.

But today is supposed to be the King's arrival (thank god!). Mother already told me (mandatory, by the way) to act as the Lady of Winterfell while the royal family is here, meaning that I cannot practice with swords and/or using a bow, and not riding or hunting (oh… bummer!). So today, everybody in the family has to look presentable for the first impression.

Without asking, Sansa made me a beautiful light blue-gray dress, the Stark colors, for today, and she combined it with a light gray cape, all the clothes highlight my gray eyes. The sense of Sansa's fashion and creation of clothes was something I like from her, I just could only do some knitting, do shirts and do some embroider in a piece of cloth. The thing I didn't like from Sansa was speaking ill about Arya and Jon, her disagreement with certain hobbies I do, and her traditional thinking.

Mother brush my hair, but at the moment of arranging my hair, Sansa intervene, and she wanted to do it. She picked some strands of my hair, the ones near my face, and she made two small braids only and left the rest of my hair loose. According to my sister, she wanted to show to the King my natural look.

Something that surprised me was my new body. So far, I look very different from my previous life. My skin white as snow, very long and straight dark brown hair, long and solemn face, gray irises as steel. The only two things I keep were my skinny but athletic body (including the shape of my curves) and, apparently, my height.

Once I was ready, I checked Arya to get dressed, brush her hair, and hung it into a bun. As always, my little sister complaining about using a dress, but I promised her to practice archery without mother watching at us, and when I have some free time. I went to check my two eldest (but still younger) brothers, and they were shaving and cutting their hair. For a moment I didn't recognize any of them because they look younger, and I get used to seeing them with their facial hair. Finally, I checked Rickon, he was dressed and playing with his direwolf. When I was going to check Bran, he was missing, but I knew where he was.

I went to the yard, and I found mother with Maester Luwin. Mother was scolding Bran from climbing while Bran was getting down like a spider monkey through the walls, giving the announcement of seeing the King near.

When I saw Bran climbing through every wall on Winterfell, I was worried because he could fall and get killed. But I saw him better, and I could notice that it was natural for him, he likes to see beyond the walls, he feels comfortable doing it. No matter what my dear mother and the Maester forbid and warning him about the dangers of climbing, he's going to keep doing it.

"He's never going to stop doing it. He's not going to be himself if he's not climbing onto something." I told my mother after she instructs Bran to tell father the King's arrival.

"I know he's going to keep doing it. And also I know you are going to do your not-so-lady hobbies." She said to me.

I smiled at her. "You know me very well, mother."

"You will be a unique wife. Beautiful and wild as your aunt Lyanna." Mother said while she brushes my hair with her fingers. I could notice exasperation in her look, the same when she has a lost battle in front of her difficult daughter. "You are going to make your lord husband an interesting life." If I get married someday… I hope not for now…

My mother didn't say anything more and gestured to follow her. I took the direwolves to their respective owner's rooms to prevent accidents at the moment of King's arrival.

Once I did this, we all gathered in the castle gates and take our positions. The Starks were at the front and in this order: Mother with little Rickon, beside them was my father; alongside my father, was me as the eldest, then Robb, Sansa, and Bran. Behind us, there was Theon and Jon, their position was not considered part of the Stark family (according to my lady mother). I could notice the absence of Arya, and mother was a little bit exasperated for her disappearance.

"Where's Arya? Lylian, Sansa, where is your sister?" mother questioned, and both of us shrugged.

A few seconds later, Arya appeared with a helmet on her head. Father stopped Arya, and take her off the helmet, passing it to Ser Rodrik. Arya groaned complaining, and she took her position between Sansa and Bran. Robb, Jon, and I laugh at my sister's occurrence, but it was silenced when we saw the visitors came through the castle gates.

Everything was silver, gold, and red, following flags of lions and stags began to fill the entrance. I could recognize the prince, I didn't like his looks, he gave me a bad feeling, and he looked like a girl with that posture and long hair; but for Sansa, he was the most handsome man she has never seen before, I could see it in her face. My sister was very innocent at this, not everything was a fairy tale.

I notice that the Prince was guarded by some of the Kingsguards, and a guy with a dog-shaped helmet. He was Sandor Clagane, a.k.a 'The Hound'.

Then, my eyes caught one of the members of the Kingsguard. He was tall and lean, dressed in silver and gold from head to toe, with a white cape, mounted on his white horse like a knight. The man looked handsome through his white helmet, like those fucking fairy tales from Disney. When he locked his green emerald eyes on me, I get hypnotized by his gaze.

"That's Jaime Lannister. Cercei's twin brother." The voice in my head made me react a little bit, but I didn't stop looking at him. "I recommend you not falling in love with him."

"Who said I was falling in love? The eyes are made to see, and I have to admit… he's fucking sexy!" I responded.

"You'll get hurt." Warned the voice.

"I think you have mistaken me with Sansa." I said.

He bowed his head and gave me a smirk. But not a sincere smirk, it was the type of smirk used by men who love playing with women. This irritated me, and I ignore him by turning my eyes to another place. At that moment, I saw the huge carriage at the gates, which it couldn't enter. It was adorned with red and gold, flying the banners of the Lannisters. I guessed that some ladies from the court, the Queen, and the rest of her children were inside.

Then I saw a man mounted on a black horse. He was tall, a very fat man with black hair and a long dark beard, which I guess he was the King. For what my father told me, his appearance was like a fearsome warrior, but this man didn't look like fearsome or even intimidating.

Immediately all of us bent the knee, and look down while the King was getting approached to us. While I was waiting for any sign of looking at the King, I thought about the King's reaction when he sees me and noticed the mirror of his late love, my aunt Lyanna Stark.

I saw the King's hand gesturing to my father, indicate him to stand up. When my father stood up, we all do the same.

"Your Grace." I heard my father said with respect.

"You've got fat." I heard the King said. I had to bit my lower lip to stop myself from laughing at the comment.

Then I heard both men laugh and embraced each other warmly. Then I saw embrace mother and ruffle Rickon's hair.

"Nine years… Why I haven't seen you? Where the hell have you been?" the King questioned.

"Guarding the North for you, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours." Father replied. Arya imprudently asked in whispers 'Where is the Imp?' referring to the Queen's youngest brother Tyrion Lannister, and Sansa telling our sister to shut up.

"Who we have here?" I heard the King questioned. At that moment, I feel his eyes upon me.

I lifted my face to him without any fear, immediately I saw the shock on his face and heard his withdrawn breath. "Lyanna?" He questioned.

"No, Your Grace. Lyanna Stark was my aunt, I'm Lylian Stark." I replied confidently. However, inside me, I was scared to death, worried about his actions and what my look can affect from now on.

"Lylian is my eldest. She was a babe the last time you saw her." Father explained, and the King nodded in shock.

"By the Gods, Ned. She looks like your sister." The King said after he finally got out of his state of shock. He took one of my hands and lift it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on it. I knew from the look of his eyes on me, he is going to protect me from all costs, and possibly find for me a suitable betrothal.

Then he passed to Robb. "You must be Robb?" The King asked while they were stretching their hands. Then to Sansa. "My, you're a pretty one." The King moves to Arya. "Your name is?" The King asked her and my little sister answered her name, not showing any sign of fear. The King moved again to Bran and smiled at him. "Oh, show us your muscles." Spoke with amusement, I could notice that he seems to have a way with children. "Oh, you'll be a soldier." And Bran replied with a beam of happiness. All my family knew that his wish is to be a member of the Kingsguard.

The same man I saw, the one who gave me that flirtatious smile, dismounted from his horse and take off his helmet. This time I could see him better. Once again, he was tall, really tall, lean and muscular, the color of his hair was beaten gold, his eyes were emerald pools, and all of his facial features were so fucking perfect. His looks remind me of those knights and princes from Disney. More exactly, to Prince Charming from Shrek.

"That's Jaime Lannister, the Queen's twin brother." Commented Arya and Sansa hissed her to shut up.

I look once more to that man, and I regret it. His cat-green eyes look at me once more and give me that stupid smile, I rolled my eyes and snapped my eyes far away from him, for what I saw by the corner of my eyes, he got annoyed. And again, I regret to turn my eyes.

I saw the female version of him getting close, I could identify her as the Queen, Cercei Lannister. She was really beautiful, even more with her long golden hair as the sun. When her green emerald eyes lock where I was, I could see at first shock, but then it changed to slight displeasure for my presence because I was the living form of the ghost that haunted her marriage.

Definitely, this woman is going to kill me someday…

"You're right, you have to be careful with her. She is more a fox than a lion." The voice warned me.

She made her courtesies to my parents. When I was to make my courtesies to her, the King's voice roared. "Take me to your crypt. I want to pay my respects." The King ordered to my father.

I could see the annoyance and coldly look in the Queen's face. "We've been riding for a month, my love. Surely the dead can wait." I was on the side of the Queen. First, riding for a month to get here is very exhausting; second, the King was rude, and a King shouldn't act like that; third, but this is an observation, I could see the lack of love for the King over his wife.

"Ned." The King didn't pay attention to her wife and left to the crypts, confirming what I've just seen. I could see my father giving her an apologetic look and left her there.

"Where's the Imp?" Asked boldly my sister Arya. Both the Queen and I, look sharply at my little sister because of her comment. The Queen looked at me once more, this time angrier than before, and walked where her twin brother was.

"Where is our brother? Go and find the little beast." She ordered to his twin angrily. What a way to speak badly of your youngest brother. After this, the Queen left I-don't-know-where, and once again the fucking guy smiled at me, rolled my eyes annoyed.

Everybody began to disperse. Sansa and Rickon walked with mother, the rest of my brothers went to the training yard, and Arya left without telling where she was going. I didn't know what to do until the night. I can't practice with the boys, I don't want to be near the Queen, and I didn't want to assist to Septa's classes.

I decide to go to the Godswood, at least I can draw and play with my unnamed direwolf during the King's stay.