Bella-Swan 11: Jaime will cause on Lylian (Joanna) lots of trouble, no matter if she runs away from him :P

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WARNING: 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 5

"You look beautiful, my lady." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"Save your flattery, Lannister." I snapped and he gave me that stupid smirk.

"I take it you heard about the possibility of our marriage and you object to the idea. Can I know why?"

"I've told you in the Godswood, wolves and lions are natural enemies. And I do not belong in the South, I belong to the North." I replied.

"In this grey wasteland?" he questioned.

"This grey wasteland is my home. In the South, there is a never-ending heat and I hate it." I snapped.

Inside of me, I wanted to go South, I miss the sun. But the owner of this body and part of my mind wants to stay here.

"By the look of your eyes, I think you will like the South." I look at him surprised, but I didn't show him… or I try to not show it.

"You have mistaken me, Lannister." I snapped.

"You have to get used to call me Jaime, soon will be husband and wife." He said amused. I growled by his comment because it was true. "A wolf in the South. That's something unique to see. You will be an interesting woman in the South, especially in King's Landing." He said with that annoying smirk.

The owner of this body felt furious and wanted to punch that guy in front of her. Just at the moment of replying to his comment, I saw a man who looked like my father, and then flashes came to my mind. He was my uncle Benjen Stark.

"Uncle Benjen!" I said with happiness and pushed 'Prince Charming' to run towards my uncle.

I throw myself in his arms and my uncle laugh. "Lylian, my girl, you grow more beautiful each time I see you." My uncle replied.

"I'm still the same uncle." I told him with a smile.

"No, every time I see you look even more beautiful." I could see in his eyes a glimpse of sadness, the same look as the King. I was the ghost of his sister, my aunt. "I knew you fall from a horse and hit your head." Commented worried.

"Yes, and I'm better now." I reassure him.

"Your father was really worried and sad by the loss of your memories." He said seriously.

"I'm remembering things, uncle. Slowly, but I'm remembering." I reassure him.

"That's good, my girl." He said with a smile and cupped one of my cheeks.

"I was afraid she didn't recognize you." I heard father behind me, and behind him was Robb.

Father and uncle Benjen greeted themselves, and later Robb greeted our uncle with a hug. We talk a little bit more with uncle Benjen until my uncle excuses himself to greet the rest and I pull father to dance with me, not paying attention to his complaints.

Father and I were laughing and dancing, enjoying our moment as father and daughter, but all ended when we heard someone screaming furiously. "I will never father a bastard. Never!" Jon said to uncle Benjen.

The table where it was Jon, had fallen in silence and they look at my brother. He pushed himself to his feet. "I must be excused" was the last thing he said before he lurched sideways into a serving girl and sent a flagon of spiced wine crashing to the floor.

Everybody began to laugh at him and my brother began to cry. Uncle Benjen tried to steady him, but Jon wrenches free at my uncle's grip and ran for the door.

I look father worried and he had the same face as mine. "I should-"

"Go, my daughter." Father understood quickly what I was going to say to him and I followed Jon.

When I arrived in the yard, it was empty with a cold breeze. Then, I heard the hard thumbs of a blade against a straw dummy and I went to the source of that noise while I was rubbing my arms to warm myself a little bit.

Finally, I found Jon slashing the dummy practice and Ghost make him company. "I guess you are picturing Theon or someone who offends you." I said and Jon spun where I was. His eyes were red, I didn't know it was the alcohol or because he was crying. I began to shake because of the cold. "At this right moment, I hate this dress and I regret not having a cloak."

He took off his cloak and draped it around my shoulders. "You look beautiful, but I don't want you to turn into an icicle. You should get inside." I grab his hand and I shook my head.

"I want to talk to you." I told him. "What happened?"

Jon told me what uncle Benjen and he had talked, and why he wants to join The Night's Watch. I could understand both points of view, but I was more on Jon's side, not because he was my brother and best friend, it was because he was a bastard and he will not inherit anything.

"Both of you have your point, but uncle Benjen is not in your boots." I made a sad sigh because the next words I was going to say would painful for Jon. "Uncle Benjen loves us, especially you. However, he doesn't know what is being… a bastard" I whispered the last word uncomfortable and Jon's face wince. "and what carries wearing that horrible title. But taking the black, you can demonstrate to The Night's Watch that you are a great swordsman and show how brave you are against what is beyond The Wall. You can be recognized for something in there." I saw in Jon's eyes a glimpse in his eyes. I cup my hands in Jon's face. "You know this isn't your place, not now." I told him and he looked down. "Go to The Wall, no matter what uncle Benjen says. And make me proud, brother." I encourage him. "Do it for me, at least." I insisted.

Jon got nearer to me and hug me tight. "I will, sister." He said with his face hidden in my hair.

"And don't be arrogant with your fighting moves, like the Lannisters." I jested and Jon gave me a small laugh, but again we became serious. "I'm going to miss you, brother." I said before squeezing him more.

"You were always for me, defending me, encourage me and supporting me. I'm going to miss all that when I get to The Wall." He said through my hair.

"I'm going to miss hanging with you. Competing in archery, trying to defeat you on swords…" I told him almost laughing and he did the same. "Talking with you…" I felt my eyes prickle. I didn't want to let the tears fall, but thankfully, certain direwolf was pulling softly Jon's cloak. I looked down and Ghost looked at me sadly. "I'm going to miss you too, my pup." I said while I was bending to him. "You will take care of him, right?" I asked Ghost as if he was a child. Ghost's answer was licking my face. "Stop… Ghost!" I tried to scold him, but I just laugh and Jon laugh with me.

"Is that animal a wolf?" a voice distracted us. The three of us look who was talking and we saw the famous 'Imp', Tyrion Lannister.

He was half of my stature, stubby legs and bicolor eyes, green and black, his hair was a mixture of pale blond and black hair. His stare results uncomfortable, but I knew he is not a bad person.

"A direwolf. His name is Ghost." Jon said. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you at the feast?"

"Too hot, too noisy, and I'd drunk too much wine." Tyrion told him. "I learned long ago that it is considered rude to vomit on your brother." When I heard his comment, I had to bit the interior of my cheeks for not letting out a laugh. I can imagine the scene and everything, Tyrion vomiting on Jaime… "Might I have a closer look at your wolf?"

I saw Jon hesitating, but finally, he nodded. Ghost backed away from the Imp uncertainly and the little man laughed. "I believe I've frightened your wolf. My apologies."

"He's not scared." Jon said as he knelt and call Ghost. After ordering him to stay still, while Tyrion was getting closer to him. "You can touch him now. He won't move until I tell him to. I've been training him."

"I see." Tyrion said while he ruffled the snow-white fur between Ghost's ears. "Nice wolf."

"If I wasn't here, he'd tear out your throat." Jon commented and I elbowed him in the ribs, grunted lowly in pain. Tyrion looked at us curiously.

"In that case, you had best stay close." He looked at us again. "I am Tyrion Lannister."

"We know." I finally talked.

"Well, finally the Bold Rose of Winterfell has a voice. Rumors were true about your beauty." He said sincerely at me. I didn't perceive flattery in his voice, only courtesy.

"Thank you, Lord Tyrion."

"I've heard the possibility of you being my sister soon." He commented casually and again I was upset about that reminder.

"And I hope not, Lord Tyrion." I said containing myself.

"Why not? My brother is handsome-"

"I'm not like the rest of those stupid women. Appearances can be deceiving."

"I agree, my lady." He bowed with his oversized head. "I can see another rumor in you. People say you see someone's intentions."

"As you say, is a rumor." I get nearer to him and I said slowly. "But is because I read a lot and I'm perceptive."

Understanding appeared on his face as he nodded. "You're very clever. I read a lot too."

"I think we will get along, then." I smiled at him.

"I hope so, my lady." He said smiling me back. Then, Tyrion looked at my brother. "You're Ned Stark's bastard, aren't you?" I have to admit, that was rude from Tyrion. But, I could see his intentions, is a reminder of his status and this can endure him.

I see Jon pressed his lips together and looked angrily at Tyrion. I grabbed Jon's hand to prevent his leave.

"Did I offend you?" Tyrion said with a false apology. "Sorry. You are a bastard though."

"Lord Eddard Stark is my father-" Jon said angrily. I was still grabbing his hand to prevent himself to do something stupid.

"And Lady Stark is not your mother." Tyrion completed. "Making you the bastard." After he said this, an uncomfortable silence began to grow. "Let me give some advice, bastard." He said and my brother looked at him. "Never forget what you are, the rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor and it can never be used to hurt you."

"What the hell do you know about being a bastard?" Jon asked angrily.

"All dwarves are bastards in their father's eyes" And with that, Tyrion turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune.

I look to Jon who was angry. "I know you will hate me for saying this, but Tyrion is right." He snorted and tried to release our entangled hands. "If you are going to The Wall, you are not going to find nice people there. They will remind you what you are." I explain to him. "You know that the things I've told you are not for making you feel bad."

"I know." he muttered and he looked down.

"Come with me, let's enjoy the night." I pull him back to the Great Hall but he stopped.

"I don't want to come back, I will bring more shame to your family-"

"You are my family. Everybody is too drunk to notice your presence and remember what you did a few moments ago." He shook his head. "Come on, Jon. I want to enjoy with you before you go to The Wall." Jon was still reticent. "Please Jon, don't make me beg."

And finally, he accepted. As soon as we entered, I took Jon to dance with me. After a couple of dances, I took him to the royal table and I seated near Robb, Theon and me. I could feel the disapproving look of my mother to us and I forced Jon to look at me. Soon as Jon was enjoying, father joined us and I could see how happy father was by sitting Jon to our table.

While we were enjoying, my eyes found 'Prince Charming' looking at me with curiosity. I was so full of happiness that I forgot why I was angry with him. I smiled at 'Prince Charming' and I raised my goblet towards him, and he looked at me with surprise.