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Chapter 7

Four days have passed since Bran's fall. Three days crying for my brother in my room, without eating and barely sleeping.

After that rider told us what happened to Bran, immediately we return to the castle. My sisters and mother were already in Bran's room, crying beside Bran's body. Soon as I saw his legs in a not normal position and unconscious, I began to cry too. That day I couldn't sleep at all, besides that Bran's direwolf was howling for his master, the memory of Bran falling pursue me whenever I close my eyes. What I remember from that day was Jon taking me to my room and he made me some company with Ghost.

The next day after the accident was supposed to be our departing, it was canceled. Everybody was mourning for Bran and waiting if he gets better or he… Luna must perceive what happed because she began to whimper by my side. Jon came the next day with Ghost, Jon and I console each other and the wolves do the same. Both stay with us until the next morning.

On the third day was the same as the day before, Jon and Ghost made us company in my room. The only difference was when the night came our mood was a little bit better, promising myself I will go out of my room the next day and help mother.

Today I didn't have more tears to drop, but still, I was feeling worried about my brother's health. Before helping mother, I took a bath, change my clothes and braid my hair, to feel slightly better, but to clear even more my mind I decided to go to the Godswood, to pray for my brother and relax a little bit.

Since I got out to my room, to the entrance of the Godswood, I received many good wishes for my brother's health and offering me their support from both the King's warden and the habitants of Winterfell.

When I finally arrived at my favorite spot, under the Heart Tree, in front of the small lake, I leaned my back to the tree and Luna laid by my side, putting her head over my legs. I began to rubbing Luna's fur while I was trying to hear the nature of this place but the image of Bran falling was still in my head.

"Is part of the story what happened to him." The voice said.

"To fall and being cripple?" I asked upset.

"Yes-"

"Thrown by someone?!" I asked irritated.

"Yes. Even if you tried to save him, he would suffer the same destiny in the future." The voice explained.

"I could have saved him anyways-"

"You could die trying to save him and still you would do nothing, you can't stop what is written for someone here, you can't change the course of things, the result will be the same." The voice warned.

"I would change it anyway, I could save him-"

"You know so little-"

"If I have the power to see what will happen in the future, I can prevent it what I want-"

"You cannot prevent everything-"

"I will-"

"Not only you would die here if you try to change what is written, but also you would die in your world." The voice warned. "Everything you do here, it is going to be reflected when you return to your world."

His words made me confused. "What happened to me in my world?"

"I'll tell you when the time comes."

"I'm tired… for all of this." I said almost in whispers and my direwolf cocked her head. As soon I've said this I began to cry for everything. How lost and alone I was in this world, the little I know from my real world and this world, the loss of memories from my real world and this world, me leaving Winterfell and get married to a stranger and never see to my family again, Bran's fall…

Luna began to lick my face, making me laugh. "Stop, Luna…"

"I was beginning to worry about my betrothal disappearance." Jaime Lannister's voice made me flinch and my direwolf made a small growl at him, but soon Luna saw him she stopped growling and look at him in alert. "I'm sorry-"

"I'm not your betrothed and I'm not in the mood to be mocked, Lannister." I said severely.

"I can notice…" he said while I began to hear his steps getting nearer. By the corner of my eyes, I saw 'Prince Charming' squatted by my side. Why Luna didn't growl at him…?. "Don't let anyone see you like this in the Capitol. People will think you are weak, and they will eat you alive."

"There are people who say crying is good, they help you to express happiness or something that is upsetting you. But the reality is that most of the people will judge you if you cry for something, they will point at you as a weak person." I commented without looking at him. Quickly I clean my tears and look at him. His eyes were different this time, the expression was different. "I know it is better not crying in front of the people, but I didn't expect anyone here." I told him. "I never told you before. Thank you for taking my brother to the Maester." The Kingslayer nodded. He looked at my direwolf.

"Can I touch her?" he asked. I look at my direwolf and without saying anything, she got close to him, like she was permitting it.

The Kingslayer ruffled her black-coal fur around her ears, and he smiled at my direwolf. For a moment I was hypnotized by that fucking beautiful smile of his, I react myself when he spoke again.

"How is your brother?" he asked. His question made me break over again, that was a delicate subject for me still.

"I don't know…" I said in whispers and following I let out a sob and look away from his eyes.

Surprisingly, I felt strong arms around me. He was hugging me… and I let him be. His action made me worse, but I needed it. Then, I felt how I was pulled away and… he was kissing me. Slowly and delicate.

I feel how everything stopped around me. My body was in shock and my mind was chaotic. This wasn't my first kiss, but the owner of this body it is and she didn't know how to react.

Once he finished kissing me, the owner of this body felt furious and I punch him in the face. Prince Charming look at me startled and annoyed, I was myself in shock what I was done. The first thing I do was run away from him.

"Fuck… that hurt." I said myself mentally after seeing my knuckles red.

*.*.*.*

I was watching Rickon playing and laughing with Shaggydog (his direwolf), Grey Wind and Luna. I was laughing too, my little brother's laugh was contagious.

I still wasn't ready to see Bran again, but so far Robb had told me that Bran's direwolf howling was doing good to our brother, the howls help him to recover for a strange reason. However, mother can't stand the howls, ordering to close the windows, making Bran's recovery get worse or slow. Maester Luwin made an agreement with her to maintain the windows open for a period of time.

"You had a contagious smile, Lady Lylian." I heard a man's voice by my side. It was Tyrion Lannister.

"Thank you, Ser Tyrion."

"I've heard your brother Bran is recovering very well." Tyrion commented.

"Apparently so." I replied. "I beg the Old Gods and New to help him to recover."

"I'm sure your prayers will be heard, Lady Lylian." He said in assurance. "Lady Lylian, can I ask you a question? If you don't mind, of course." I nodded. "What happened in your right hand?"

The knuckles of my hand were bruised, it had a mix of yellow and slight purple color. "It's nothing, Ser Tyrion. Just an accident-"

"That 'nothing' it has to be my dear brother, right?" He jested and I look at him confused. "My brother has the same bruise on his left cheek and it looks like someone hit him." I turn my sight to my brother, not answering his question. I heard Tyrion chuckled and then a sigh. "My brother can be arrogant, rash, headstrong, angers quickly and little patient. But deeply, he is a good man and worries too much in the consequences after committing the act."

"Are you convincing me to marry to your brother?" I asked curiously.

"I'm telling you that my brother may be regret what he has done. Whatever he has done to you, my lady." He told.

"If you are saying it's true, why did he come to me and apologize?" I ask again.

"Because maybe you hurt his pride by giving him a good hit. He's not get used to receiving that type of actions from a woman." He explained with a small smile.

"I'm sorry for telling you this, but I had to put your brother in his place. I'm not the type of girl he's get used to." I told him.

"Oh… I can tell that from the day you practice with my nephews and your brothers." He nodded slightly agreeing with me. "I was fascinated by seeing you practice with a sword. You'll be a very fascinating woman in the Capitol." He commented with a smirk.

"I have to disagree with you, Ser Tyrion. I will cause a scandal on the Capitol." I told him. "From what I heard, Southern women are very proper and traditional. I'm not like that."

"And that's why you'll be fascinating. You are not an ordinary girl." Tyrion said. I chuckle for his comment. "You don't believe me?" asked curiously. "Have you seen how my men look at you? Even my adorable nephew, Joffrey?" I noticed when he named his older nephew, has a despicable tone.

"Yes, I noticed that." I said dreadfully. I hate every pair of lecherous eyes towards me. I wanted to hit every man who saw me like that, and still.

"For us, Southerners is not common to see a woman like you. Beautiful with an angelical voice, and skilled with the sword and a bow." Tyrion explained. "You result, very exotic for every Southern man." I look at the youngest of the Lannisters. "I hope I didn't offend you, my lady."

"You didn't offend me, you said the truth." Agreeing with him. "But still, when I get to the Capitol, I had to leave behind the things I do here." I said sadly.

"I think you'll find the way. You seemed the type of person who breaks the rules."

I laugh. "That's true."

We keep talking a little bit, about how amazed he was about Winterfell, our direwolves and his new journey to The Wall. His company didn't result me uncomfortable; Tyrion's appearance can be bizarre because of his strange blond and dark hair color and his strange bicolor eyes, but he was nice; clever, a gentleman, with good intentions and always saying the truth with his sharp tongue.

After Tyrion left me with my little brother, I began to play with Rickon for just a little, before getting tired and leave him to play with the direwolves.

"You are so identical to your aunt." I felt a voice behind me. It was the King with a sad smile.

"Thank you, Your Grace." Giving to him a courteous smile.

The King stood in front of me, to look at me better. "You are her ghost. I swear it by the Seven." He said amazed.

"You think so, Your Grace?" I ask him curiously.

The memories I had in this world, I've never met my aunt Lyanna; and the memories I had from my world, I know she has a great beauty and several characters of this world said that Arya has some resemblance of Lyanna.

"Stop calling me like that, call me Robert." I nodded startled by his attitude. "You have only a few differences with her, but the rest…" The King released a sad sigh.

"Er-Robert, I have a question." I ask uncomfortable.

"What is it, girl?"

"You speak with my father about my marriage?"

"That's why I come to speak with you." He answered. "I heard you are against getting married to Jaime Lannister or Loras Tyrell, two betrothals I suggest to your father."

"I want to know why, Your Gra-Robert."

He sighed before speaking. "The marriage with both would be only for protecting you, mostly. However, would release tensions between your house and House Lannister if you marry the Kingslayer, and the protection to you and your sister Sansa will be higher."

"One marriage is not enough?"

"Sometimes is not enough, girl." He shook lightly his head. I only nodded. "If you don't want to marry with any of them, I can find a better suitor for you. One who can protect you better."

"Thank you, Your Gra-Robert."

Now I have to choose between my desires and the best for the realm. In this period, it was usual to see marriage as a business or agreement, it was very weird when someone gets married for love…

I have to get used to this and it was hard for me…

*.*.*.*

It turns a week since Bran's accident. He still doesn't wake up and mother still was with him. Robb told me she ordered to bring her meals, her chamber pot, and a bed to Bran's room.

She was beginning to neglect her duties as a mother and Lady of Winterfell. I didn't protest to be a substitute mother to my brothers and sisters and being Lady of Winterfell, but I was beginning to worry that my mother won't come out since that day and it was beginning to turn difficult for me each day was passing by. Robb, Sansa, and Arya could understand the situation, but Rickon doesn't understand what is happening and he was always behind Robb and me asking for our mother. I needed to talk to her.

When I was close to my brother's room, I found Maester Luwin telling me that Bran is possible to survive, the dangerous part ended and now we have to wait if he wakes up. The news brings me hope and happiness, this gave me the courage to see my brother after a week.

Once I was in front of the door, I look to Luna and she gave me a look that seems to encourage me to enter. I sigh and I finally entered the room.

Mother was sit in a chair beside Bran's bed. She was thinner and using the same dress from Bran's accident, her eyes were swollen and her cheeks were wet, she aged twenty years or more.

As for my brother, he looked thinner than I remembered, under the blanket, I saw his legs in a weird position, and his skin was paler leaving gentle freckles splattered across the bridge of his nose.

For a moment I was getting out of the room, but the howl of Bran's direwolf and Luna touching my hand with her muzzle made me react and get focused.

"Maester Luwin has just told me that Bran is out of danger, he will get better. He will recover and be healthy soon." I commented. My mother got tensed and glare at me.

"If he is out of danger, why Bran is still asleep?" mother asked in a flat and emotionless voice.

"Mother, the results are not going to be immediately but slowly, his body is recovering." She was still looking at me with a deep sadness. "The important thing is Bran is out of danger, and we don't have to worry about when we leave to the Capitol-"

"Are you leaving with the girls?" her eyes grow wider.

"Yes, I have to take care of my sisters-"

"And get marry to the Kingslayer?" she asked angrily.

"Or Loras Tyrell." I added. "I haven't made a choice, I will decide once I arrived at King's Landing. For now, I have to take care of the girls. So, I have to go with father." I informed her, and then I look at her confused by her reaction. "You were agreed with my proposals and now you are against?"

"You are leaving me… all of you…"

"I choose to take care of the girls because I know father will not have time for us." I told her and then I noticed something, looking at her with surprise. "Father hasn't told you that we are leaving?" Mother shrugged and shook her head slightly. Not only was neglecting her duty as a mother and a lady but also as a wife.

"I'm losing four of my children and my husband…" she said almost in whispers. I saw how broken and vulnerable she was.

"You are not losing us, mother. Only Sansa, Arya and I were leaving to King's Landing, and you knew father was going to accept to be the Hand of the King." I reassure her. "You will have Robb, Rickon, and Bran…"

"Bran isn't here." She said simply and sadly. "He's gone. I fear he'll never return."

It was painful to see my mother crying. I never had kids in my real world, but I saw more than once, how painful was losing a son or see your son in a delicate health state.

"Mother, I know this is hard-"

"You don't know." she with hardness. "You have no idea what it's like to lose a child."

"Mother, Bran is still here-" I reassure her but she began to laugh. But not a happy laugh, it was an icy laugh.

"You've always been so difficult. Hard to domain and doing not-so-ladylike activities. I thought with that accident you had with the horse, you will change, but I was wrong. You are always being so hardheaded." Then, she looked at Bran. "Bran is the opposite of you, he is so good, so innocent… I don't understand why the Gods took him-" So… she wants me dead… what motherly love she has to me. "I'm sorry Lylian…"

I get close to Bran and kiss him on his forehead, while I was hearing mother to apologizing. "I know you will wake someday." I whisper in his ear.

I walked to the door, still hearing her plead. I turn to her angry. "Rickon needs you, he always asking for you. Robb will need help to maintain Winterfell after we leave. The girls need a feminine figure to their lady courtesies. All of your children, miss their mother, including me." I pointed at my chest. "Bran it's not the only son you have. The day you notice that, come and speak to me. For now, I will continue doing the duties that you have neglected until I leave and take care of the girls."

"Lylian, I'm really…" I didn't let her finish and I left.

I almost run away from that room. I needed to ride, to get out from here to calm myself.

I grab a bow and arrows, then I went to the stables and began to prepare my horse. "Lily?" I heard Robb's voice and I turn to him. "What happened?"

I told him what happened between Mother and me in a bitterly and sarcastic way. I was so angry with her. "Our mother preferred me dead, how's that?" I said bitterly while I was mounting on my horse.

"She didn't mean it, Lily-"

"I saw her in her eyes, Robb. She mean it." I repeat to him. "I will be out for a while, I want to be alone." I told him before pushing my horse outside the castle and Luna following me.

Hearing the nature made me relax from any problems I have (that's why I love to go to the Godswood), but when I ride I feel free from everything and I forgot faster the problems I have.

I was trotting with my horse around the woods while I was singing cheerfully. "...Girls hit your hallelujah, whoo" I howl the last word. "...Girls hit your hallelujah, whoo" a howl again and this time Luna funnily howl with me. "'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you…" I look to my wolf while I was singing, and she was yipping in excitement and moving her tail. "Saturday night and we in the spot. Don't believe me just watch. Come on!" I hum the rhythm of the song and repeating the phrase "Don't believe just watch." and Luna yipping around because of my happy humor.

Then, I heard a galloping close where I was, I turn around and I saw Jaime Lannister a few meters nearer. "I thought it would be hard to find you." Prince Charming said when he came by my side.

When I saw his face, I noticed a yellow bruise in his left cheek. I hit him very hard. "How do you find me?" I ask confused.

"I suppose you were in the woods and I confirm it when I hear your voice and the howl of your wolf." He explained and I nodded in understanding. "You must be crazy by singing alone in the woods. A wildling or a criminal may attack you."

"Maybe I am crazy." I whispered and he look at me confused. "Why are you doing here?" I demanded.

"I came to see what happen to you. You run out from the castle so sudden." He answered. I look at him confused. "Can't I be concerned about my betrothal?"

"I haven't made my choice, Lannister. And besides, I didn't forget what you've done." I said seriously.

"I didn't find the right time to tell you, Lady Lylian. But now we are here, I want to apologize for my actions the other day. I know I shouldn't have done that and I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't do that." I said severely.

"I know and I want your forgiveness. I didn't mean to scare you." He insisted. "...or receive a good hit from you." He muttered. Wait a minute… he is ashamed?

If this kiss would happen in my world 2017, I wouldn't take importance to it, it was just a kiss. But I am in medieval times, in another world, and here a kiss it was like almost having sex. Even kisses have to be in private and for marriage.

He looked at me with a nervous smile. "A simple apology is not enough for me." I told him and he let out a light sigh. "If you kiss me again without my permission, I will cut your throat and put your head on a spike. Are we clear, Lannister?" he bowed lightly his head and gesture his hand in surrender.

I turn around him and made my way back to the castle. "Can I escort you back?" he asked behind me, but soon he was by my side.

"That's your choice, Lannister." I told him. "I can return with or without company."

"I escort you then." He said with that fucking smirk and I rolled my eyes as I command my horse to walk back to the castle. "Can I ask you a question, Lady Lylian?" I heard behind me.

"Depend on your question, Lannister."

"What was that song you were singing?" he asked curiously beside me. "I never heard of it."

"A song I composed." Lie.

"It has a name?"

"For now, no." Lie.

"I've heard you sing when you are alone, but the words you use are weird." Fuck… I need to stop singing, but I don't want to…

"I don't like to sing in public." Half-lie.

"You have a beautiful voice, Lady Lylian. It's too bad wasting such talent." He commented.

"I don't sing to please people. I do it to relax myself." Half-lie.

"That's why you ride off to the woods?"

"I had a problem and I wanted to ride a little while." He nodded in understanding.

After a few seconds of silence, 'Prince Charming' talk again. "You are a good swordsman, I saw you practicing. The man who fights with you will find it difficult to kill you."

"One thing is sparring with someone you know, and another thing is fighting in a real situation when you kill for survival." I commented. "I don't think I will be a good swordsman."

"Well said. But I have to differ with you." I look at him curiously. "I've been in many battles and killed men, and I know when I'm seeing a good fighter."

I snorted. "If you say so…"

"I'm telling you the truth, Lady Lylian." He insisted. "You and your bastard brother-"

"His name is Jon." I spat him angry.

"Sorry, you and your brother Jon." Then I saw he was looking at me with curiosity. "I'm curious to sparring with you, maybe I will have someone who can defeat me." I chuckle by his comment. "Finally I made laugh the Bold Rose of Winterfell. A small one, but I have high hopes of making you laugh more."

I look at him confused. "What?"

"I love to hear you laugh, is contagious and makes you more beautiful." He said with that charming smile of his.

I rolled my eyes. "Stop flirting on me, Lannister. I'm not that type of girl that falls into your knees so easily."

"I know you're not like the rest of the women. Your beauty and wild personality is something exotic in men. It is almost impossible not to get mesmerized by you." That fucking smile…

I snorted as I shook my head. "I'm still thinking you are flirting on me."

"What if I'm flirting you?" he said with a smirk.

I snorted and gave a half-smile. "You will waste your time, Lannister." I told him before pushing my horse to run back what is left to the castle.

If he's a true gentleman, he has to show it to me…