A Song Of Sand And Snow

by Anonymous Wandmaker

Robert's rebellion never happens. Rhaegar never kidnapped Lyanna. Lyarra Snow is the bastard of Ned & Ashara. Things are good. But like regression to the mean, nothing usually lasts long, and the realm begins to face dangers from both the human side and the inhuman side. Lyarra Snow has a purpose to fulfill, same as Aegon Targaryen. Hopefully time doesn't run out on them.

10. The Tourney

Chapter 10

The Tourney.

'When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.'

--George R.R. Martin

12th Month. 296AC.

The Red Keep.

2 days to End of Year Tourney Celebration.

Lyarra couldn't stop her feet from moving beneath her skirt as she stood next to her uncle, awaiting the arrival of her aunt, Allyria Dayne.

Now that was someone she'd always wanted to meet.

Allyria Dayne was her 20 name days old aunt, closer to her in age like a sibling than anything.

"You will love Allyria."

Arthur spoke up next to her. He wasn't in his Kingsguard drab this time around, dressed more like a knight than anything. A dashing one too, what with the look a lady who walked by gave him.

"She is warm hearted and kind, yet she has some fire underneath. Much like your grandmother than anyone else."

Lyarra's grandmother had passed before she was born, when Allyria was a little over 2 name days old, of a sickness that was so sudden it was unexpected.

While Lyarra would have loved to meet a grandparent of hers, she had other family to look forward to.

A coach slowed down a few feet from the two Daynes, with the flag of the house of Dayne raised above it, a small entourage arriving with it.

A guard opened and Lyarra watched as a head of black hair, pooling down past delicate shoulders, came out of the coach, and with an helping hand, stepped down.

She was beautiful. Her eyes were the same as Arthur's, her skin color too. She was a little taller than Lyarra but not by much, with a little more form to the 20 year old.

Allyria looked around with a small smile, before her eyes came to settle on her beloved brother and her purple eyes glowed.

"Arthur."

She strolled over and he met her halfway in a warm hug.

"Allyria. It is good to see you again."

"You too Arthur. It's been moons. You look fine."

She patted him softly on the cheek and he grinned.

"I am your older brother. Remember it is me who has to mother you."

Allyria huffed.

"I am a woman, Arthur. You are a man. Get it in your thick skull."

Arthur huffed, amused.

"I was wondering where the backtalk was."

Allyria shook her head with a smile before a head of silvery hair stole her attention.

She looked at the younger girl who clearly looked nervous though her almost grim visage hid it quite well.

She was beautiful. Ethereal in a way, not like the valyrians. Her eyes were a very light purple almost bordering grey and her face, it looked like the paintings of the beloved sister she never really got to know.

"Lyarra…"

She spoke under her breath, slightly in awe and the younger girl smiled before curtseying.

"Lady Dayne, it's really won—oh!"

Lyarra let out softly as Allyria took her in her arms for a tight hug.

Startling, and yet she didn't mind it one bit.

"It is wonderful to finally meet you, Lyarra. I can call you Lyarra, right?"

A dumbfounded Lyarra nodded.

"Um, of course."

"Then you may call me Allyria, or aunt… whichever one you'd prefer."

A small smile blossomed across her face and Allyria reciprocated it.

"Wonderful! Now that everyone knows each other, come sister, let us take you to your quarters and you can talk about Alastair and if he's been drowning in his duties at all."

Allyria scoffed, smiling as she linked elbows with her niece and they began their journey into the Keep.

"You know how he can be. He never rests unless I am there. It certainly concerns me, especially since I will be married in the new year."

"Really?"

Lyarra blurted out and Allyria nodded.

"Indeed. My betrothal with Ser Beric will reach two years in the coming moon, and with that, the time he's asked for to travel, will come to an end."

"Beric Dondarrion. Mad knight, he is."

Arthur rolled his eyes and Allyria huffed.

"Can you not talk about your future goodbrother like that?"

Arthur sniffed, unimpressed.

"Future… he isn't yet."

"Just because you enjoy your time as a bachelor, does not mean everybody else does, brother!"

"Are you not proud of me?"

He asked incredulously and Lyarra stifled a grin.

"I suppose… sometimes."

Arthur scoffed.

"Sometimes she says!"

Allyria giggled before turning to her smiling niece.

"How are you, Lyarra? I've been hoping to talk to you about Dorne. Perhaps we'll have the chance to do so after I rest up?"

Lyarra perked up, nodding.

"Of course! I would love that."

"Perfect."

"And maybe sometime tomorrow, you can announce your presence to the queen. She would certainly love to see you again."

Allyria nodded with a smile.

"So would I. And the princess too, of course."

Lyarra and Arthur left her to rest after making sure her quarters were up to satisfaction. She would be staying in one of the keeps situated in the Red Keep, one she was familiar with.

"I'm glad to see you getting accustomed to King's Landing, niece."

Arthur spoke up as they walked together and Lyarra smiled.

"Well, it has certainly been… an adventure. Flea Bottom is my favorite, I believe."

Arthur chuckled.

"Believe me, if you'd been around about 2 decades earlier, you wouldn't be saying that. It reeked of shit and the houses there were mostly dilapidated, filled with homeless people and criminals. The eye sore of King's Landing, it was called."

Lyarra shook her head.

"Doesn't sound like the place I saw."

"Wouldn't look like it either. Just… be careful. With this tourney, many people will be attracted to King's Landing and not all of them will be good. Don't trust anyone."

Lyarra nodded grimly, looking more a Stark than usual, and Arthur grinned.

"Good. Now why don't you run along. I'd invite you to spar with me but even I have no time for that. Perhaps after the celebration and everything, you can join me."

Lyarra couldn't stop the grin that spread across her face at that.

"Of course, uncle."

---

Tyrion Lannister's coach slowly entered into the Lannister Manse in King's Landing that evening, a bored look on his face while next to him, his son stared in awe.

He'd be amused if he wasn't about to abandon his son in King's Landing after the tourney.

It has been a long time coming, obviously. Tion was 12 name days old now, and as the King had declared, he would squire in King's Landing until he becomes a knight. Most thought he'd squire under his brother, Jaime, but Tyrion wasn't so sure about that.

"Father, uncle's here!"

Tion spoke up, and Tyrion smiled slightly at his son. He was a brave one. He liked to think Tion got it from him. But his mother was even braver, so perhaps that was where he got it from.

Sure enough, his brother stood outside the property, looking the knight in shining armor he really was. With golden hair and Lannister green eyes. He cut the figure most knights wished they could.

"Brother, good to see you still alive."

Jaime spoke up with a smile as Tyrion got out of the coach and walked over to him. His younger brother smirked at him.

"What, die and leave you here?"

Jaime snorted.

"More like you don't want to risk running into father in the seven hells."

Tyrion grinned.

"You know me too well. Good to see you again, brother."

The two brothers hugged tightly, fondness in their eyes as they stared at each other.

"How long will you be staying here?"

Tyrion sighed, turning towards where his son nervously stood.

"For as long as I can. At least, before the king grows tired and sends me off. Can't have too much Lannisters running around his seat now, can he?"

Tyrion sarcastically added and Jaime rolled his eyes, walking past his brother who turned to watch as his brother stopped in front of his nervous son.

"And who might you be?"

Tion stood straight.

"Tion Lannister, Ser Jaime."

Jaime smirked, hand resting haphazardly on the sword on his hip.

"Ser Jaime? What have you been teaching the boy, Tyrion?"

He turned towards his brother for a second before looking back at the confused 12 name days old boy.

"Call me Uncle, nephew. Good to see you are well."

Tion Lannister had the Lannister looks, lean and lithe and growing well for a boy of 12, but with a darker golden hair and his eyes were two colors, much like his father and his twin sister. One green and one black. Very strange but unique.

Tion Lannister smiled softly before bowing.

"Thank you, uncle Jaime."

Jaime's grin softened a little before Tyrion cut in.

"Introductions have been made, blah blah. Let's go in for some drinks brother. I haven't seen you in moons."

Jaime rolled his eyes as he walked back to his brother who was already waddling into the Manse.

"Still an alcoholic I take it?"

"Still an ass I see? You can settle in, Tion. Your uncle and I have a lot to discuss."

"Of course, father."

---

"So, tell me. On a scale of 1 to 100, how bad are things in the Westerlands?"

Jaime spoke up as they settled in the solar, Tyrion pouring himself some arbor gold and relishing the taste as it came in contact with his mouth.

He said nothing at first, relaxing into his seat, before looking at his brother.

"Scale doesn't cut it this time, Jaime. Let me tell you how it is, instead. Some families grumble as usual, scuffles cropping up here and there. Our dearest sister beginning to awaken from her quiet slumber. The usual."

Jaime frowned slightly at the mention of Cersei.

Not that he'd ever forgotten her. Their relationship… it had been special. He'd been surprised they were able to keep things on the low while his father had been alive. But after Tywin's death, she had been married off to his close friend, Addam Marbrand.

Suffice to say he hadn't been too happy about it. Heartbroken even. And he'd been stuck as a Kingsguard. But he wasn't going to betray his friend, no matter how much Cersei wanted him to.

It had been years since he last saw her, and he rather preferred it that way. Much of a clearer head and less of a mind to betray his Kingsguard code of conducts.

"How is Addam? I haven't heard from him in moons."

"Horsing accident."

Jaime sat up at that.

"What?"

"Apparently the mare he'd been riding was in heat and let's just say… rather uncontrollable. He was injured rather nastily. Bedridden at the moment and the maesters don't know how long he has left."

Jaime said nothing, swallowing tightly.

"And Cersei?"

Tyrion scoffed.

"Putting up the farce of being a dedicated and loving wife of course. I haven't exactly kept in contact with her after… well, you know how our dearest sister can be."

Jaime said nothing.

The thought of Addam dying soon… that could change things, and he wasn't sure he liked what could happen.

A mare in heat… how very coincidental… but there was no proof, was there?

He stifled a sigh.

"And these… scuffles?"

Tyrion grunted slightly.

"A bunch of fights here and there, some attacks on the common folk… Clegane is beginning to push it."

Jaime huffed.

"You should have put down that monster after father died."

"Yes well, he had his uses then. Now, he keeps straying past the lines he shouldn't. I have no idea where his bravado is coming from, but…"

Tyrion hesitated here and Jaime noticed.

"What is it, brother?"

"I could just be imagining it of course, but it feels like something is going on. Some strings are being pulled."

"By who?"

"I have no idea. But you know the Westerlords have never been happy with an imp as the Lord of Casterly Rock."

Tyrion smiled half-heartedly and Jaime shrugged.

"You're doing a better job than I ever would have."

"Yes well, apparently not a great job. But that is besides the point. I'm not here to cry my problems away."

He waved off the look his brother gave him.

"I should introduce you to my sworn sword brother. You might not have seen him earlier but he's a damn good fighter. Clegane!"

Jaime raised an eyebrow at that and he turned as the door to the solar opened and a man with a burn on his face trudged into the room.

Tyrion relaxed into his seat with a side grin.

"Meet my hound, brother. Perhaps he might even register for the tourney. Let it never be said that a Lannister hid while others represented."

The hound grunted.

---

A Day To The End of The Year Tourney.

Lyarra watched as the Tully household were escorted off. She was still in awe at seeing the Blackfish. She'd seen him before of course, during his occasional visit to Winterfell, but she always made sure to stay far away from Lady Catelyn's family.

And while he was never rude to her, she knew he wasn't exactly happy with her presence either, what with his niece being the Lady of Winterfell. As for Edmure Tully, she'd only met him once and that was when she was but a child, and so she couldn't remember much of him.

Seeing him now though, he was quite disappointing.

Representing his rather sickly father apparently, he had arrived with some of his fellow heirs from the Riverlands for the tourney. It would be happening tomorrow. The last day of the year.

And then the new year would be ushered in with the royal family's visit to the Sept and then a feast.

Arthur had been right about the numerous people flooding King's Landing as well. Either to show their faces to the King and Queen or just for the tourney itself. Obviously they weren't ushering in every single family, only those of the Great houses, and even still, not all of them appeared before the royal family yet, most deciding to do so either during the tourney or at the ball.

The sound of hooves coming closer made the silver haired girl look up and she perked up slightly as the Baratheon flags could be seen.

There was no coach to be seen, but 4 people stood out amongst the guards.

Three men and one woman, riding well cared for horses.

While they all cut an impressive portrait, Lyarra's eyes were on the woman instead.

She could see Arya in her and vice versa.

She was beautiful, with black hair in a sort of complicated braid and shining grey eyes.

This was her aunt.

Lyanna Baratheon.

And she looked very impressive.

"Cousin!"

Lyarra jumped at the boisterous voice, though she wasn't the only one, as Carina tittered while Elena and Falyse giggled quietly.

They watched as the giant Lord Baratheon got off his war horse and practically walked up to… the king… and grabbed him in a bear like hug.

Lyarra's jaw dropped as she looked around, expecting someone to say… or even do something.

Calypso Celtigar must have noticed her startled look as she leans in closer to the younger girl.

"This is how Lord Baratheon greets the king whenever he comes to court. Not that the king minds anyways. They are cousins and the only one allowed to do that… apart from his brother, of course."

Lyarra turned to see that indeed, no one came after the Lord of Storms End.

The king only looked indulging and the queen, Aegon and except the princess watched with an amused look while Steffon and Jon Baratheon exchanged amused grins.

Lady Baratheon cleared her throat, giving her husband a pointed look and he perked up.

"Ah yes. You remember my lady wife of course."

Lyanna Baratheon stepped forward and curtseyed.

"Your grace, honored to be here."

The king smiled politely and Elia stepped forward.

"It is good to see you again, Lady Lyanna. You as well, Robert. You haven't changed."

Robert Baratheon let out a belly laugh.

"But of course not!"

Lyarra winced as his loud voice resonated across the courtyard.

She'd almost forgotten how loud the man was.

"By the seven, it seems our ears will not be resting for the duration of their stay."

Sarah Lonmouth muttered a bit further away and the other ladies tittered.

"It is good to see you again, LORD Baratheon."

Jon Connington finally spoke up, his wording of 'Lord' almost condescending in it's tone. Robert might not have heard it, but Lyanna certainly did, as she stepped forward with a sharp smile.

"Jon! Wonderful to see you again. Glad to see you've gotten better. Rumors in the Stormlands were that you'd lost use of what made you a man."

Squawks and snorts were heard around as Jon Connington turned red and began to bluster.

Lyarra slapped a hand across her mouth.

"Why you—"

"I really am glad to see you well."

Her grin had widened into a smile with teeth. Steffon held a fist to his mouth and Aegon's shoulders were shaking.

Even Varys had an oily smile across his face.

"Yes, well, we will leave you to your kingly duties, cousin. I believe I need some rest."

Robert patted the king's shoulder fondly, and locking arms with his beloved wife, moved towards their horses again, the hand of the king's face still red as he tried to say something to the king who looked unconcerned.

Lyarra turned to her aunt one last time, and in that moment, the older woman turned and winked at her.

The silver haired girl turned away quickly, a smile across her face as the king was informed of his mother and brother's arrival in a few minutes.

---

They didn't take long to arrive. The Targaryen banner flying high and a sleek coach stopping a few feet away along with a slightly large retinue.

"Be prepared for the prince of Dragonstone, Lyarra. He is not what most expect."

Calypso whispered, and before Lyarra could ask what she meant, the queen mother was helped out of the coach.

And what an aged beauty she was.

A small smile on her rather weary looking face. She was very slim it made her look delicate. She was dressed and wrapped in silver apparel that went well with her eyes and her silver hair was packed into a low bun, her only accessories being on her fingers.

She had a regal air to her for a woman in her 50s. She looked very well.

"Mother."

The king's whispery like voice resonated as his mother seemingly floated over to him and they hugged, separating after she placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Son, you look well."

Rhaegar smiled down at his mother, giving her a once over.

"So do you."

Rhaella huffed playfully before moving to her good daughter, clasping their hands together over one another's in a warm greeting.

"Elia, lovely to see you again dear."

"You too, Rhaella. It's good to have you here, even if for a little while."

"I can hear the cheek, young lady."

Elia chuckled.

"Now where are my grandchildren?"

Rhaenys was the one who spoke to first as she stepped forward, a playful smirk on her face.

"Are we going to do this again, grandmother? Pretend your eyesight is failing you?"

Rhaella laughed out.

"Come now dear, I am no longer young. You must not forget your poor grandmother is in her 50s."

Rhaenys shook her head as she exchanged cheek kisses with her grandmother, a Valyrian way of greeting which the older woman had instilled in her as a younger child.

"I think a lot of lords will fall at your feet even at your age, mother."

Rhaegar added and Aegon cut in.

"Well we can't have that now, can we? No one is worthy of your time… except Ser Bon-Bon."

The king sighed exasperatedly while Rhaella laughed once more.

"You know he doesn't like you calling him that. Thinks it beneath him."

Aegon shrugged, making it look very princely as he hugged his grandmother.

"I think it suits him rather well."

He looks down at her and she patted his cheek fondly.

"Good to see the North didn't suck all your warmth, grandson."

Aegon huffed softly.

"It nearly did."

He said without any heat and Rhaella chuckled.

"Speaking of, where is uncle Viserys? I'd have thought—"

His words were cut off as the coach door opens again and out comes said man.

The prince was just as tall and regal looking as his brother, though with some slightly softer features and eyes that glittered with excitement. He was dressed more like a Braavosi high standing man than anything, and a red beret of sorts on his head, going with the black and silver outfit.

A large grin on his face.

"Rhaegar! Brother!"

He spread his arms wide as he walked over to his brother."

"How I have missed you so!"

And to the shock of Lyarra… again, he plants a kiss on his brothers cheek.

Some of the ladies chuckle and someone tittered.

"It's a Valyrian form of greeting. The cheeks I mean… but obviously the prince doesn't seem to understand that it means nothing between men."

Lyarra blinked as she stared at the… prince.

"Viserys… I see you're well."

The king shakes his head as his brother moves to do the same to the queen, Aegon who sighs exasperatedly, and when he turned to Rhaenys, he paused as he saw her fiery eyes.

"Rhaenys! My dear niece you look well. I brought you something from Myr. I am positive you will love it."

Viserys then pats the girls' head in a rather patronizing manner, turning to his mother.

"Shall we be off then? It's been a rather long travel by sea, brother."

The king nods and Jon Connington stepped forward.

"Of course, the servants will show you to your quarters my prince, queen mother."

"Oh! Jon, you're still here!"

Viserys turned to the man in pleasant surprise.

"Last I heard, you lost the use of what made you a man."

Snickers filled the yard as Jon Connington's turned red.

"Well I never!"

Lyarra stifled a laugh as the prince of Dragonstone ignored the stutters, held a hand out for his mother and walked off, the royal family doing the same and Lyarra thought that perhaps… this tourney would be a lot of fun.

---

After welcoming everyone, the court seemingly dispersed for the day, but Lyarra caught eyes with the queen who winked at her and the younger girl suspected that she would probably be called to attend her soon enough.

Looking down at her dress, she came to the conclusion that there would be no use in changing out of it for something more free and easy to move in.

Ah, so was the life of a Lady in waiting, it would seem.

The Red Keep seemed fuller than usual. While it was only the royal family families staying in the Keep, many lords and ladies still gathered in the Keep looking for ways to win the approval of the royal family one way or the other.

She'd just passed a bunch of leering knights and Lyarra pondered the thought of getting a dagger for herself. She'd been walking out and about without the need for protection ever since her arrival. It wouldn't do to continue being lax.

With nothing else to do at the moment, she decided to hunt down her aunt Allyria, who was quite possibly in her quarters at the moment.

The Dondarrion retinue would be arriving late into the night, and with them, her aunt's betrothed as well as her cousin, Edric 'Ned' Dayne.

She'd never met the boy before, much like most of her Dayne relatives, but they'd exchanged quite the number of letter between them that she felt she knew quite a number of things about him. A proud squire as well. He'd been squiring under aunt Allyria's betrothed for a little under 2 years now and he seemed to be loving it. Tales of their travels had been exchanged as well and suffice to say Lyarra was very jealous of her younger cousin.

"Lyarra, do come in!"

She heard Allyria's voice as her Dornish maid servant widened the door and Lyarra walked into the rather spacious solar room.

"Allyria."

She smiled softly as she sat next to her aunt.

"It feels rather odd, calling you my aunt."

Allyria grinned impishly.

"Oh?"

"Indeed. I just saw my aunt Lyanna, so it is rather different, going from a slightly older aunt to one that is…"

"Only 4 name days older?"

Allyria giggled and Lyarra shrugged sheepishly.

"It is understandable. I have told you, you are welcome to calling me by my name or just aunt, whichever one you are comfortable with. Now hold on, I have something for you."

Allyria stood up and walked into an adjoining room on the side as the maid servant poured a cup of Dornish red for Lyarra who thanked her with a nod and took a sip.

Spicy, like most of the Dornish things she'd tasted. It's a wonder why they liked spice, seeing as Dorne itself was one of the hottest places one could ever find themselves at.

Maybe the Dornish loved to punish themselves?

"And here we are."

Allyria walked back in with a book in hand, giving it to Lyarra as she sits back down.

"It's a book on learning the Valyrian language."

Lyarra looked up at that, surprise in her features.

"Really?"

"Indeed. It's one of the things us Daynes learn as we grow. Apparently even before we married into the Targaryen family, we had Valyrian blood running through our veins. It is why we have always had purple eyes, and why our hair alternates between black, or platinum blonde."

She patted her own dark hair and Lyarra nodded at that. It would explain a lot of things too.

"As children, Valyrian is one of the languages we learn. I thought perhaps you'd like to learn it?"

Lyarra smiled as she opened the book, going through some paintings as well as letters upon letters.

"I have always loved the language. It sounds so beautiful and… magical. But I never really had the opportunity to learn it. I do know some words, thanks to the Maester at Winterfell."

"Oh?"

"Indeed."

A playful smirk appeared on Lyarra's face.

"Of course, my favorite word is the word for fire. Dracarys."

She had no idea why, but whenever she spoke the word, it always seemed to resonate deep within her. It just felt… powerful… right.

Allyria giggled.

"This doesn't have anything to do with wanting to be a dragon rider, does it, niece?"

Lyarra smiled.

"I always wanted to be Aemon the Dragonknight as a little child. But then I got to know Visenya and Rhaenys. I rather like them, but combined."

Allyria hummed.

"Well, if you end up needing my expertise on the language, you need only come to me. I will help you, seeing as I am fluent."

"Is uncle Arthur fluent too?"

"Of course. Even Edric had to be, before he could be sent off to squire… well, it wasn't the only requirement of course, just one."

Lyarra nodded, flipping through the pages in interest before closing it and placing it on the table, and the niece and aunt duo spent the rest of their morning and early afternoon talking amongst each other. Dorne playing a major topic in their conversation as well as the hope to visit Starfall someday.

---

A few hours had passed, and conversation still seemed to glow and would have continued to flow if not for the knock on Allyria's door and her maid servant moving to intercept whoever it was.

As she opened the door, they spotted a guard behind it.

He bowed respectfully.

"My ladies, the Queen requests your presence. Both of you."

Allyria nodded immediately while Lyarra only blinked once.

"Of course, we will be there at a moment's notice."

He bowed once more and was off.

"I wonder what she needs from me. Mind you, I had hoped she would request my presence soon."

Allyria said as she stood up, patting down at her dress.

"Are you close to her?"

A curious Lyarra asked.

"Whenever I visit King's Landing, which isn't as much mind you, she asks for my company. And the few times she's visited Dorne and stayed at the Water Garden, I've visited just to show my face. Now come, Lyarra. We must not dawdle."

---

They need not wait as the guards by the door let them through the door and they walked in.

Rather than just one occupant, there were three.

The Queen, her daughter and the Queen mother herself.

Lyarra's heartbeat stuttered for a second before Allyria glide forward.

"Your grace, it is an honor."

She curtseyed, Lyarra practically tailing behind her and doing the same. The queen mother stifled a small smile.

"Allyria! Wonderful to see you again, dear."

Elia stood up and hugged the girl who beamed at her.

"You as well, your grace."

"Allyria."

Rhaenys threw a friendly nod at her which she smiled at while Elia patted Lyarra's cheek softly in greeting.

"So this must be Ashara's daughter."

Rhaella finally spoke up from where she sat, making Lyarra turn to the woman rather nervously.

"Your grace."

She curtseyed and Rhaella smiled.

"You look so much like your mother, but you have a lot that differs you from her as well, makes you your own person."

"Thank you, your grace."

Lyarra smiled and Elia spoke up.

"Please, seat. Rhaella wanted to see the daughter of Ashara, and I wanted see you again, Allyria. Is your betrothed to be arriving?"

Allyria nodded with a smile.

"Yes, your grace. His retinue will be arriving rather late, along with my nephew."

"Ah, the heir of house Dayne, yes?"

Allyria nodded and Rhaenys spoke up, looking straight at Lyarra.

"So, Lady Lyarra… I have heard a lot about the North. Will you perhaps humor me and tell me about it? From a Northerner's perspective of course."

Even the Queen mother and Allyria looked interested, and Lyarra tilted her head slightly, not sure where to begin.

"Well… the North is… large."

Elia chuckled.

"Large? You can put the other kingdoms into the North."

Lyarra smiled as she nodded.

"To Southerners, it certainly seems like a wasteland. Cold and desolate, but my people are used to the harshness of winter already. It is in our blood. The cold gives way to hearth and the need for warmth, and hearth is home to us."

"And the wall?"

Rhaenys' asked, interest peaked.

"Aegon told me a little about it. He said when they got to the wall, it was colder there than in the North itself."

Lyarra nodded.

"My uncle has said such before. It is believed that the magic used to build the wall still resides beyond the wall. And that when Bran the Builder raised the wall with the help of the children of the forest, they drew on the ambient magic in the air, behind the wall. They say the wall and beyond is different from the rest."

Rhaenys grinned, amused.

"And not just because of the mad wildlings?"

Lyarra shook her head.

"We have a lot of folklore tales passed from our old ancestors down to us, so we do not forget where we come from."

Rhaella nodded understandingly.

"It is how we were raised too. Us Targaryens have not forgotten where we come from."

"I never asked, niece but, do you worship the old gods?"

Allyria spoke up and Lyarra nodded.

"Yes. But I also listen to the words of the Seven. And I never forget that I am of Dorne. So I am curious about the Mother Rhoyne."

The other four ladies nodded in acceptance.

"So Aegon wasn't lying when he said the wall was creepy."

Lyarra grinned.

"He probably wasn't. Though he could have exaggerated some like I think he could."

She chuckled to herself, not noticing the look Elia and Rhaenys exchanged.

Just then, there was a knock and the guard announced.

"Prince Viserys of Dragonstone!"

The door opened and the prince walked in, a serene smile on his face as he held a small and thin book.

"There you all are! I wondered where you could be. Rhaegar, the busy man that he is, is currently attending to his council along with Aegon and—"

Viserys paused as his eyes stopped on Lyarra who stared warily.

"I'll say! Good sister, I hadn't realize you bore my brother another child!"

He said rather flabbergasted and Rhaenys slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. Elia stared in confusion along with Rhaella and Allyria.

"Another child—"

But Viserys had already stalked up to a nervous Lyarra who stood up, unsure of what to do.

"Uh, your gr—"

He took her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles.

"You must be the Visenya to Aegon and Rhaenys. Lovely to meet you niece."

"But oh—"

He pulled her into a hug before turning to Elia who was positively beaming with amusement.

"Well done, good sister! My mind must be elsewhere if I never noticed."

"Viserys…"

Rhaella sighed fondly, shaking her head, but before she could say anything, he cut her off.

"I know mother, I should get my head out of my artworks, but it matters not. I shall be the first Targaryen artiste! Revered across Westeros and even beyond! The world waits for no one. Remember that."

With that, he pats Rhaenys' head who slaps his hand off as he walks away without a care in the world.

Lyarra flopped down on her seat with a look of grim confusion as Rhaenys struggled with her laughter.

"Apologies dear, Viserys can be… rather odd."

Rhaella said with a smile as she stared at the silver haired girl.

"You do look very Valyrian."

Allyria nodded.

"The Dayne blood is strong in her, your grace."

"Indeed…"

Rhaella murmured to herself, leaving Lyarra a bit embarrassed.

Elia must have seen it as she chuckled quietly, before leading the conversation towards another topic.

The ladies spoke some more, chattering about any and everything as long as it wasn't heavy, and by the time the skies began to darken, Lyarra was off to her quarters for the night.

Tomorrow was another day.

---

Day of Tourney.

"My lady, I haven't—"

"Ahh… that feels nice."

Lyarra dipped her hand into the steaming bath water, ignoring the squeak coming from her maid servant.

"It's okay, I'll take it from here. Thank you."

As time passed, Lyarra's bath water had become hotter and hotter much to her maid servant's horror. Lyarra was amused by it, but she found herself longing for something more.

The hotness of her bathwater just wasn't enough.

She sighed, climbing in and sitting.

"I can manage for now."

Lyarra had become rather comfortable in the presence of her slightly older maid servant who still hasn't gotten used to the scalding hotness that was Lyarra's bathing water.

Lyarra knew she should be concerned. She really should… but nothing could explain away her love for warmth, so she embraced the oddness that she was.

Today was the long awaited tourney. And then tomorrow was the new year as well as the feast.

Taking place at the tourney ground on Rhaenys' Hill. There would be three performances in total.

The first one would be archery, then jousting, and then the melee bringing an end to the tourney.

But of course there would be other activities and side-events taking place around the streets.

Puppet shows, mummer performances and so on.

Not forgetting the numerous food, drinks and fireworks that had apparently been imported from Yi Ti and would be let out into the air some time after the Tourney.

Lyarra was especially excited about that. She'd never seen fireworks before, nor did she really understand the idea of sending fire into the skies.

It didn't sound safe, but if the people of King's and were looking forward to it, then it couldn't be that bad… except of course Southerners were odd creatures. Should she really be surprised?

After a much needed bath, she changed into a silver silky gown that flowed rather beautifully and fitted her body almost enticingly.

She'd thrown Sarah a look at the choice of clothing but the girl had pretended nothing was wrong.

Once she was done, her hair done in curls and her face well cared for, she left the Ladies' Keep, heading out where she knew Allyria would be waiting.

She finally got out into the courtyard where she saw her aunt, not alone but with new faces.

A tall and rather handsome man with red-gold hair smiled at something Allyria told him. A ginger haired man decked in flapping red robes. A younger boy with platinum blonde hair who looked up and stared right at Lyarra.

His eyes widened and he turned to Allyria, whispering almost excitedly and she turned towards Lyarra, a smile on her face as she nodded.

"Aunt."

"Niece. Good to see you're well. I would like to introduce you to your cousin."

Edric stepped forward at that. He was quite tall at 14 years, almost if not the same height as Lyarra. His platinum blonde hair was the same as Arthur's, just shorter and slightly cropped, but his purple eyes were the same as Allyria and Arthur's.

And a big grin sat across his face as he bowed.

"Cousin Lyarra. It's good to finally put a face to the name and letters."

Lyarra found herself returning his smile as she curtseyed.

"You as well, cousin Edric."

"Please, call me Ned."

"Then call me Lyarra."

Allyria cut in with a smile, her arm locked with another's.

"And this is Ser Beric Dondarrion, my betrothed."

The rather handsome man smiled down at Lyarra, a friendly look across his brown eyes and his red-gold hair cropped almost as similarly to Edric's.

"A pleasure, Lady Lyarra. I have heard a lot about you from Ned here. Never shuts up when he should."

Ned's face turned red as he whipped towards the older man and puffed up.

"I can shut up when need arises!"

"I think we all know your mouth especially runs in the presence of maidens."

The other ginger haired man spoke up as he held a skin of what must be alcohol which he chugged down as Beric let out a bellowing laugh.

"It does not!"

His voice squeaked a little and his shoulders drooped.

Lyarra stifled a snicker.

"Come now, no one expects you to be a real man at your age! Grow some extra inches down there and perhaps you can talk."

The ginger haired man patted Edric's shoulder as Lyarra let out a small laugh and Allyria huffed.

"Rather uncouth of you, Thoros."

Thoros shrugged with a smirk as Edric rolled his eyes moving to stand next to Lyarra, seeing as she hadn't said anything bad about him… yet.

"You know me, my lady. My mouth is only good for entertaining two things. Ladies and alcohol."

"Not your god?"

Lyarra blurted out and they all turned to her in slight surprise.

The silver haired girl shrugged almost sheepishly.

"Your robes. They remind me of what I'd read about the red priests of Rhllor."

Thoros looked at her slightly impressed.

"Indeed. I am a priest."

Ser Beric snorted.

"If you can even be called one."

He then turned to Lyarra with an amused grin.

"He was sent to Westeros to try and change the faith of the Targaryens to that of Rhllor… didn't work as well as he'd thought."

Thoros grunted.

"Eh. Set in their ways, those lot. Now is there not a tourney we should be heading for?"

"You put your name for it, didn't you?"

A curious Edric spoke up and Lyarra perked up at that.

"Indeed. The Melee. I could make use of that 5000 dragons the winner gets to keep."

Lyarra breathed out in awe.

"5,000 dragons?!"

Edric turned to her excited.

"Indeed! But perfectly understandable. It is the end of year tourney. Such amount is very rarely at stake during regular tourneys of any sort. This is a once in a year opportunity for knights of all kinds, even the hedge types."

Lyarra was certainly impressed. That really was a large amount of money. Enough to become a landed knight and build yourself a reasonable home and still have some spare change left.

"Thoros is of course right. We should head for the grounds now."

Allyria spoke and Beric nodded.

"Indeed. Right this way, ladies."

He gestured at the coach and Lyarra sighed. She could not wait for all the celebrations to be over. Perhaps she'd get the chance to ride her horse once more.

---

The Tourney ground was… very huge. An open dome was the best way to put it, with stands and sitting areas for a very large crowd.

Done in the Targaryen colors with a lot of red here and there and touches of black.

The grounds large enough and decorated for the tourney, and the archery targets ready and set to begin.

The people of King's Landing gathered around and the whole place was filled with excitement and chatters.

"It looks amazing!"

Edric whispered as he walked next to her and Lyarra nodded with a smile.

"Indeed, it does."

"The North does not hold tourneys, I gathered."

"We prefer to keep our prowess and abilities to ourselves. Also, tourneys require a lot of preparation and money, and we have better use for that over in the North."

Edric snorted.

"Yes well, you cannot tell me you're not interested in this? I see your eyes shining like diamonds next to me!"

Lyarra couldn't stop the amused smile that appeared across her face.

"I never said I wasn't interested. Now, will you accompany me to my aunt? She invited me to seat with her. Perhaps I could also introduce you to my cousins."

Edric perked up at that.

"The Baratheon boys, yes? Ser Beric talked about them, especially the older one. I would be honored."

Said Baratheons were already in their seats, all three of them. Her aunt, and her two cousins. They looked up as she got closer and Lyanna's smile widened.

"Cousin Lyarra!"

Steffon jumped to his feet, practically walking over his brother's booted feet, over to her with a beam.

He was still the same as the last time he and his family visited the North.

His Baratheon blue eyes shone and his dark hair wavy but well styled. He was slightly lanky, but one could see he would grow just as tall as his father, his elder brother included.

"Cousin Steffon. You're still as boisterous as the last time we met."

He tried to blink innocently.

"What do you mean boisterous? I'm a total angel!"

Everyone snorted and he huffed.

"Lyarra. Good to see you in the South."

Jon stepped forward, pushing his brother away as he squawked in Indignation.

Jon was 16 name days while Steffon was 13. He was already tall too, and looked like he'd continue to grow and shoot up like a weed.

"Jon. Wow, when will you stop growing?"

Jon smirked, his long face which he inherited from his mother making him stand out from the classic Baratheon. He looked like his father, but unlike Steffon who'd probably grow to be the younger version of Lord Baratheon, Jon had some similarities to his mother. Apart from the long Stark face, his eyes were a bright blue that sometimes almost looked grey and his dark hair was as black as a Stark's.

"Perhaps you should grow first."

Lyarra glared at him and he looked unapologetic while Edric playfully whispered at her.

"Do you maybe want me to defend your honor, Lyarra?"

Jon and Steffon looked at the stranger with interest as Lyarra smiled.

"It's okay. I believe I can defend my honor on my own."

"Niece. Have you forgotten me?"

Lyarra perked up, peering around her cousins to look at the woman sitting in her chair.

"Aunt Lyanna."

She breathed out as she moved over to her and sat down, her aunt sitting up.

"You look happy. My brother had written me to check up on you. He sounded very worried."

At that, Lyarra stifled a frown. She'd tried pushing any bitterness in her heart beneath for the moment, and her relationship with her Lord Father was one of them.

Her aunt must have seen the look on her face as she smiled softly, rolling her eyes.

"Oh don't look like that. You know my brother. He can be very stiff mannered and have a high obsession with honor. Then again that wife of his…"

She mumbled something beneath that Lyarra couldn't hear and the girl forced down a smile. The Lady Stark and Lady Baratheon never got along, much to both of their husbands' confusion, and had taken to ignoring one another whenever in close proximity, whenever it could be excused, that is.

"It's okay, Aunt Lyanna. I'm happy here. So much to see, so much to do. A number of opportunities."

"Ah yes… Lady in waiting… who would have thought."

Steffon turned in that moment, a mocking grin on his face and Lyarra, uncaring of social norms, kicked him in the shin.

"Ow!!"

He hopped on one feet in pain, ignoring Lyarra's chuckles and Jon and Edric's smirks.

"By the way, I'd like to introduce my cousin, Edric Dayne. Squire to Ser Beric Dondarrion and Heir to Starfall. Ned, this is my aunt Lyanna and her sons, Jon Baratheon, heir to the Stormlands and Steffon Baratheon, brat in training."

"Oi!"

Edric smiled politely before bowing.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"You as well. You're Ser Beric's squire? Is he going to be joining the tourney?"

Edric shook his head at that.

"Not this time. He'll be accompanying his betrothed, my aunt."

Steffon sighed at that as he placed his other feet back on the ground after giving the smirking Lyarra a dirty look.

"Ah, pity. Father said he was quite the knight."

Edric beamed.

"Indeed! I've been squiring under him for close to 2 years now and I haven't regretted it. He's also quite the journeyman. He and Thoros of Myr. He's a red priest see—"

Lyarra, Jon and Lyanna watched amused as the 13 and 14 name days old boys chattered between each other like they were long lost friends.

"That is not a disaster waiting to occur."

Her aunt sarcastically said and Lyarra grinned at that.

Jon then sat next to her.

"So any bets you're taking?"

"And is there a reason you're interested in bets?"

His mother's icy tone made him freeze.

"M-mother… I wasn't… I mean, it's not—"

Lyanna laughed in amusement at her son's stutters.

"Do calm down son. I was only jesting. I placed a bet for the Melee. On Ser Arthur Dayne."

Lyarra perked up at that.

"My uncle?"

"Wait… you're placing bets, mother?! And not on father??"

The two ladies ignored him as their eyes moved around the grounds.

"It is well known that the Kingsguards are some of the best warriors in the seven kingdoms and it shows. Besides, Ser Arthur is quite possibly one of the best, if not the best, the realm has to offer, with Ser Barristan coming in a close second. I know where to place my bet."

"Except a mystery knight appears from somewhere."

Jon added and Lyanna shrugged.

"Except for that. And they would have to be great. The participants for this year's tourney are quite the marvel."

And indeed they were.

"Speaking of marvel, will I be introduced to your direwolf anytime soon?"

Jon questioned and even his mother looked interested.

"Ah yes, direwolves. When Arya informed me of them, I am not ashamed to admit I got rather jealous."

Lyanna's eyes glittered playfully and Lyarra smiled.

"I've taken to keeping ghost with me and away from others. As he grows, they become wary. But I do walk him when the sun is set. I will introduce you soon enough."

Jon shook his head in slight amazement.

"Direwolves south of the wall. Who would have thought."

"Do you think I could have a direwolf?"

Steffon who sat next to Jon spoke to himself and his mother and Jon snorted in unison.

"Oi!"

Edric snickered next to him and Lyarra's smile widened.

She liked this.

---

A few minutes passed and the grounds began to fill up, nobles taking their seats.

"Do you know anyone who would be participating?"

Lyarra asked Jon.

"Apart from father, and cousin Gendry?"

The silver haired girl turned to him in surprise.

"Ser Gendry will be participating?"

Jon nodded.

"Of course! He's looking forward to the Joust. Says the money will be spent on drinks and women… don't let my mother hear that."

He whispered the last part and Lyarra chuckled.

"Any friends from the Stormlands?"

"Most are celebrating the end of the year with family. It's not exactly compulsory to be here, but it's a time to exchange courtesy with other houses and sometimes, betrothals come out of it. I do know Jasper Arryn will be here."

"Jasper Arryn?"

"Heir to the Vale. His father was both our fathers' foster father. He died but moons ago."

"Lord Jon Arryn, yes?"

"Indeed. I was named for him."

Lyarra didn't know much about the man. But she knew her Lord Father thought great of him. And she did remember the grimness that came over him when he was informed of the man's passing.

"Do you think this Jasper Arryn will do well?"

Emotions ran through Jon's face for a second.

"He's good at archery, so perhaps. Our fathers were great friends and we tried to be, but… he is certainly… a lover of the flesh."

He playfully winked and Lyarra huffed, looking away embarrassed.

She ignored his chuckles until she heard him choke slightly.

"My word… is that the Lady Margaery Tyrell?"

Lyarra turned towards where he was staring, and indeed the Lady Margaery Tyrell was arriving with her family.

Her Lady Mother and Father, her grandmother and two giant guards.

She looked beautiful as usual. Dressed in a beautiful emerald dress and a small smile on her face.

She turned to her cousin to see slight red in his cheeks and she grinned.

"Oh? Does someone carry affection for Lady Tyrell?"

She teased and Jon scowled quietly, looking away.

Lyarra giggled into her hand as her eyes drifted towards said lady once more.

Margaery walked next to her grandmother who looked like she would prefer to be elsewhere at the moment.

"Grandmother, you might scare my suitors off."

Margaery playfully admonished Olenna who scoffed.

"Pah! No one here deserves you."

Margaery's smile shifted into a smirk for a second before settling back into a soft smile.

"Come now, some of these men look rather fetching."

"But they do not wear a crown, do they?"

The family settled down and Margaery looked around, staring above at the stages of floors and people sitting or standing, smile still on her face.

She had learnt right from day one to always have a demure smile on her face. Laugh at a man's joke no matter how uninteresting it is and listen to them like they are one's lifeline.

Over the years she had perfected who she wanted to show the world she was, and suffice to say she was very satisfied with the compliments and affection thrown her way at the end of the day.

But her ambition had always been one thing in particular.

Being the Queen.

It had been told to her even as a child, that she as a flower would look beautiful with a crown. And now her opportunity was slowly approaching her.

It needn't take much difficulty. While the king wanted a Valyrian bride for his son, there were no such in Westeros, except for the Daynes who had the blood of not just Valyria but also the Targaryens, running through their veins. Except the King looked outside of Westeros, which would certainly not be accepted at the moment, what with the lack of noble Valyrian heiresses available.

As for the Daynes, Allyria Dayne was betrothed, and the only other female left was Lyarra Dayne.

And what a curiosity she was.

Said girl sat with the Baratheon family only a few chairs away, and another young man with the Dayne features. The Daynes really were a beautiful family.

But Lyarra Dayne brought absolutely nothing spectacular to the table except being a child of Old Valyria. She was a legitimized bastard and of the North, a place that worships false gods, if the faith are to be believed.

Frankly she thought the ideas of gods ridiculous, something she and her grandmother agreed on. But the faith had it's purpose, and their ability to gather quite a lot of power and prestige certainly impressed her.

But like her grandmother had said, it didn't change the fact that the people would cry out if a legitimized bastard became queen. Nothing to offer except the Dayne name and blood, and Margaery had more than that as well as could offer better.

She might not have had much of an opportunity to be in the presence of the prince yet, but tomorrow's feast should bring an end to that.

What was a little seduction in the great scheme of things?

"By the seven, that Baratheon boy hasn't stopped staring at you since we got here."

Her grandmother idly remarked, and Margaery giggled slightly, her eyes drifting over to said boy who quickly looked away.

He was rather handsome. A shame it wasn't the prince who looked at her that way. Everything would have been easier.

"And here comes the Dornish."

Her eyes slid over to the entrance as she watched the Martell family walk into the tourney grounds, attracting attention as usual.

The man who led them was someone she wasn't particularly fond of.

He was tall, slender and fit, walking gracefully with a smirk on his face. Black hair and eyes and a sharp nose.

On his arms was another Dornish woman. Not particularly beautiful, but rather attractive, with her wavy hair and dark eyes.

Behind them were two beautiful ladies. One was slender with straight black hair and hypnotic dark eyes and the other with golden hair and deep blue eyes.

All clad in Dornish silk that exposed quite the portion of their skin.

Oberyn Martell, his paramour and his daughters.

"I had hoped not to see them any time soon."

Olenna sneered as she drank from a cup that came from nowhere.

Next to her mother, her father puffed up as the Prince of Dorne walked towards them, a sly grin on his face.

"Lord Tyrell! My my, it's like you grow each year."

He beamed as he stopped in front of them. Margaery could understand why many women had birthed children for this man, I'm fact she could understand the appeal of the Dornish, but he wasn't the one she had an eye out for.

Meanwhile, Lyarra watched from afar, eyes glittering in curiosity at the appearance of more Dornish people.

"Those are the Martells. Prince Oberyn, his paramour and his daughters."

Edric spoke up.

"The Sand Snakes?"

"Yes. Obviously not all of them. Perhaps the oldest will be participating in the Melee after all."

"The oldest?"

Steffon spoke up.

"Obara Sand. I've met her before. She's a great spear woman. You do not want to be at the end of her weapon of choice."

That certainly intrigued Lyarra a lot.

"Do you think she'd be able to win?"

The Dayne heir shrugged.

"It's been a while since I last saw her, so I can't tell."

"Perhaps they'd get along with Mya and Brienne."

Lyanna said absentmindedly and Jon nodded in agreement.

"Oh look, the royal family has arrived!"

Everyone perked up, watching the King arrive with his Queen in hand. Aegon and Viserys who accompanied the Queen Mother, and then the Princess Rhaenys, who was escorted by a well dressed Heir Tyrell.

Whispers could be heard.

"So it has been finalized I see."

Lyanna said mostly to herself, and Lyarra watched curiously as the Heir to Highgarden helped the princess to her seat before limping towards his own family.

He was quite handsome, though not as handsome as his younger brother, Ser Garlan.

But he had a mature and sweet look to him.

"A pity what happened to his leg. He was a good rider from what I heard."

She turned to her aunt who smirked.

"The Tyrells have held a grudge against Prince Oberyn ever since, but it certainly looks like it doesn't matter."

She pointed at the heir and Lyarra watched as he and Oberyn Martell hugged and laughed over something.

Good friends, it would seem.

Everyone settled down soon enough and the tourney herald practically screamed out for all to hear.

"My fellow Kings Landers and guests! Today, we mark the end of an era! An era of peace and happiness, all thanks to his Grace, the King Rhaegar Targaryen, and his dutiful Queen, Elia Targaryen! To celebrate such an occasion, we begin the tourney of King's Landing, with the Archer's tournament! May the best man win!"

Cheers flooded the area and Lyarra looked around in awe. The stands so filled with both the common people and the Nobles from all across the Seven Kingdoms as well as some Essosi delegations.

Apparently, the archery tournament had exactly 100 applicants to it. With groups of 10 from which the best three of each group would qualify for the next round.

Lyarra watched as great archers fired with such ease she'd only seen from Theon Greyjoy.

"Theon would love this."

Jon's nose scrunched in distaste.

"Greyjoy?"

Lyarra smiled softly.

"I assure you, he is quite the archery master. Though I loath to admit it, he is better than I am. He even thought me as best as he could."

Jon grunted, looking like his mother in that moment and a sly smirk appeared across Lyarra's face as the 4th group were led in and took their positions.

"Don't tell me you are still angry over what happened two years back?"

Jon huffed, looking so much like little Rickon whenever Lyarra forgot to bring him sweets from Wintertown.

"I swore never to forgive that Ironborn. Because of him, mother never trusted me on my own for 6 moons. 6 moons!"

He whispered harshly and Lyarra chuckled.

Thinking of home, she felt nostalgia fill her up once more.

She missed everyone. Even said damn Ironborn.

"Oh, that's Jasper Arryn."

Jon pointed at a man down at the grounds, ready with his bow an arrow.

From the little she could see, he was blonde haired, tall with broad shoulders and around Lyarra and Jon's age.

A couple of silent 'thunk' sounds, and his arrows landed perfectly in the middle of the targets and the crowd screamed as he did a turn, arms wide open and a rather flirty grin on his face.

Jon rolled his eyes.

"One day, he'll sleep with the wrong person and end up diseased or dead."

Lyarra frowned even as she clapped. He was very handsome, with bright blue eyes and an aquiline shaped nose.

"Why would you even say that?"

"Don't tell me you have fallen for his charms, dear cousin? He is as promiscuous as they come. Rumor has it that he has a bastard in the Vale and another one coming in moons time."

Lyarra's clap faltered for a second before turning to her cousin.

"Really? But, how old is he?"

"16 name days. Just like us. And his first bastard is almost 3."

Lyarra swallowed down tightly, a look of distaste on her face as she watched Jasper Arryn practically swagger off with a wave.

Lyarra was raised a bastard. She knew she had it better than most. She'd heard how difficult it was in the South, to be an unacknowledged. Living in poverty, except those lucky few who do know what to do with their lives.

And this young man, who was her own age, had two already??

The South really was an odd place.

The archery tournament went as smoothly as could be, a small fight breaking out at one point, leading to the disqualification of those involved.

But the winner was announced soon enough. An Hightower son, with Jasper Vale coming in a close second.

Quite impressive.

And then the Jousting was to begin.

Edmure Tully and an unknown Vale knight were the first to begin.

The heir to the Riverlands had a friendly enough face as he put on his visor, and Lyarra idly wondered what Lady Stark would be like as she watched her brother.

"BEGIN!"

"That man will be loosing his voice before the tournament is over."

Steffon whispered further away while Lyarra watched as Edmure's lance hit the Vale knight and he was thrown off his horse.

"Oh!"

Lyarra winced, wincing slightly even as the crowd screamed out for the first jousting winner.

The Vale knight struggled to his feet, hand pressed against his injury as he and his horse were helped out.

"Better to be in a melee than that."

She absentmindedly said and Jon grinned.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Perhaps you get beaten into the ground, but you don't get thrown off."

Jon stared at his cousin incredulously.

"You enjoy getting your face rearranged and yet you do not enjoy being thrown off a horse? Dear cousin, you are incredible."

Lyarra stifled a smile as they continued to watch the melee.

Knights from across the seven kingdoms, some she knew.

Jaime Lannister.

Gendry Baratheon.

Numerous Freys too, from the rumors spreading.

But it was clear that there was no Northerner participating.

Perhaps, Lyarra wondered… perhaps someday it would be different.

"Ooh!"

The crowd winced and Lyarra watched as a knight fell rather unfavorably on his ass and she swore she heard the crack even from where she sat.

He had to be carried off as Gendry removed his visor and a smug smirk was on his face.

From where he sat, Stannis stifled a sigh while his wife, son and daughter clapped for said boy.

Once more, cheers resonated across as a Frey was thrown off his horse and Olenna Tyrell sniffed.

"Why that stupid boy thought it better to spend his time with the useless Baratheon brother…"

She mumbled underneath her breath, turning towards her son who sat a few chairs away.

"And why didn't you order the boy to accompany us here?"

Mace laughs and claps as Ser Jaime defeats his unworthy opponent.

"Come now mother, it matters not if my dear son is here. He is known as one of the best knights in the land. A bigger tourney will be taking place in the new year! A royal we—"

"Husband!"

"Father."

Mace's wife and his heir quietly shushed him, looking around as smoothly as possible with smiles on their faces while Margaery covered an amused smile as her grandmother rolled her eyes.

"Shout it out to the world, why don't you? Let someone with something better to offer take this chance from us."

Mace puffed up slightly.

"Better than us? Mother… we are Tyrells… you have literally nothing to worry about."

He smiled at his mother, looking at her as if she were a child even as cheers rang for Ser Gendry Baratheon who knocked down Edmure Tully.

Olenna stared down at her son in slight distaste.

Her grandson should be here with Garlan, making it known that though the heir may have a bad leg, he still had those great enough to stand by him. Yet he was off in the Stormlands, frolicking about with that idiot Baratheon brother she keeps forgetting his name.

The day was coming when Mace would find out just why his son enjoyed that boy's company… perhaps he'd have issues with his heart and leave her be.

Perhaps not.

Her grandson, Willas turned towards her, his eyes shining in amusement as if he knew what she was thinking, and she turned away from him with a huff, though there was a slight upturn to her lips on the side which she covered with a goblet to her lips.

Meanwhile, Lyarra clapped happily as Gendry got a one-up on Edmure Tully and Jon grinned.

"Don't like the man?"

Lyarra hid a smile.

"Nothing of that sort. He just never liked me. Which I can understand, it's just… to him I was always 'the bastard'. Even when he knew my name. But I knew to stay away whenever he visited."

Jon shook his head slightly before sighing.

"Yes well, you're a Dayne now. Ignore the words thrown at you. That's all in the past."

As if it were that easy… Lyarra wanted to say. Because though it was in the past, it was still her past. She wasn't going to close the door on that, when it was what made her who she was.

---

Time went by and then it was the final.

Jaime Lannister against Gendry Baratheon.

Kingsguard against Kingsguard. Then again, wouldn't the melee end up rather similarly? That is, if they participate anyways.

Three Kingsguard members stood watch by the royal family. Prince Lewyn Martell, Oswell Whent and Jonothor Darry.

The final joust took a little longer as both changed lances 3 and 4 separate times, but by the end of it, Ser Jaime Lannister was victorious, with him unearthing Gendry who took it all in stride with a playful grin.

Tyrion Lannister had raised a goblet at his brother with a small smirk.

The Kingsguard member 3nded up crowning the queen, which was to be expected of the members of the Kingsguard anyways, but it didn't stop the thunderous cheers that exploded the arena even as the queen smiled cheerfully and waved at her audience.

A few minutes passed… and it was time for the melee.

Knights of all stations stood in the large grounds, with different types of weapons. From swords, to axes, spears, daggers, hammers and the likes.

And then, there were the notable warriors in the midst as well.

From Set Arthur, to Ser Barristan, Yohn Royce, Oberyn Martell and the snarky smile in his face as he twirled a beautifully made golden spear, Ser Garlan Tyrell of the Reach, looking as formidable and grimmer than one would expect from a Reachman. Thoros of Myr, the Blackfish Tully, Ser Richard Lonmouth the Knight of Skulls and Kisses, Robert Baratheon and his mighty war hammer.

Many more stationed around, watching and targeting those they thought to be the weak ones and many in edge.

The tourney grounds were filled with whispered excitement as it was suddenly ready to be bloodied up for the royal family.

It was then quiet for a millisecond, until a loud bang was heard and the shouts and war cries of men filled the air.

Oberyn Martell wasted no time using the edge of his spear to hit the back of a man's unaware head who had been behind him with such force that his eyes rolled and he fell to the ground with a thud.

His smile widened sinisterly as the three men who had focused on him looked at each other unsurely.

Nearby, Sandor Clegane grunted as a slightly bigger man met him head on with a sword.

He grunted and the man grinned, showing rottened teeth.

"Ah! Never met one with my might, have you, ya craven?!"

The man bellowed out and Sandor's eyes narrowed for a second before he used his helmeted head to hit the man's forehead and he heard a small crack.

The man's helmet was of a poorer make than the Hounds, and so he stumbled back with a pained grunt and the hound used that opportunity to kick him in the guts.

"Uhn!"

"Word of advice you fucking cunt. I've met others more dangerous than you are and lived to tell the tale."

And with that, used the hilt of his sword to hit the man viciously on the head and he fell with a slight thud.

"Fucking idiot."

---

All around, weaker contestants were being taken out easily and much quicker than most would expect, but then again, many of the people contesting were some of the greatest knights in the realm.

It was to be expected.

"Argh!"

A mannish shriek was heard as a hammer hit the side of a knight who fell to the ground.

"BARATHEON!!!"

Robert boomed out into the air, hammer raised and the crowd loved it as the cheers increased.

"Really…"

Lyanna sighed as she shook her head while Steffon jumped to his feet with a war cry, Jon trying to force him back down when some looked their way.

But Lyarra saw the pleased look… the wildness that everyone said was in her aunt, she saw it in her eyes and she knew her aunt was loving the attention too.

Obara Sand meanwhile sneered as she backhanded a knight and hit him with the hilt of her spear in the groin before throwing a strong air kick to his head and he fell unconscious.

Two knights in front of her grinned nastily.

"Not bad… for someone with a cunt between her legs."

"Dornish too. I hear they're just as spicy as the goods they're known for."

Obara snarled.

"Why don't you come find out for yourselves, barbarians?!"

The first knight smirked.

"With pleasure—oof!"

He grunted as Obara wasted no time planting the sharp end of the spear into the grounds and grasping at the body of the spear, threw herself around and kicked him in the side.

As he stumbled back, she yanked out the spear and viciously slashed at his flesh below the elbow unprotected, and he spear tasted blood for the first time that evening.

"You bitch!"

The knight snarled and his friend moved forward in that moment, only for him to fall to the ground in a faint as right behind him was a smirking Oberyn.

Obara huffed irritated, as she wasted no time dealing with the second knight.

"I could have dealt with them both, father."

Oberyn smirked.

"Perhaps. But you're my daughter. Of course I'm going to step in."

He winked and practically ran back into the fight with a happy laugh.

Just then, she turned to face Ser Barristan.

---

The numbers began to lessen.

Lower ranked knights easily defeated though some showed great prowess.

The Blackfish took out Yohn Royce. Ser Barristan took out Obara Sand much to the Dornish's displeasure. Thoros of Myr took out Ser Garlan who was a very formidable fighter. But he stood no chance the moment the former red priest lit his sword on fire.

Lyarra had stifled a gasp when it happened, a look of interest shining in her purplish-grey eyes as the man fought with the fiery weapon.

"How did he do that?"

Lyarra whispered towards Jon who shrugged, a look of interest in his eyes.

"Not a clue. I have heard about this Thoros of Myr figure, and his drunken propensity to light his swords on fire. Father seems to be a fan of him too… seeing as he once tried to invite him to Storms End a while back. Perhaps he'd get the opportunity to. Their god is a fire god after all."

Lyarra said nothing in reply, only staring at the sword and watching as it flickered a little bit when the priest turned to fight with an unknown knight.

The knight was obviously very good. His attire showed he had the money for good equipment but there was no coat of arms or crest painted on him.

Very odd.

"Noooo!!"

"Yes!!!"

Cheers were heard and Lyarra turned in time to see her uncle disarm Lord Baratheon with a powerful hit.

Lyarra smiled, clapping.

"And what are you clapping for?"

Steffon turned to her with a look of betrayal.

"Do not be alarmed, dear cousin. But you do realize that the sword of the morning is my uncle, no?"

Steffon sniffed as Edric snickered next to him.

"Yes well, father is your uncle too."

"By marriage."

"It means nothing."

He replied hotly.

"Jon and I are your cousins by marriage too."

Lyarra exchanged an amused look with Jon.

"That's not how it works, Steffon."

"It does to me."

He huffed, turning away while looking offended and Edric grinned.

"Go uncle Arthur!!!"

He whooped out happily as the man turned to face another challenger while ignoring the contemplative look on Steffon's face.

Soon enough, less than 15 remained.

The Blackfish was taken out by Ser Richard Lonmouth, and surprisingly enough, Oberyn Martell and the unknown knight put up a great fight while Arthur Daybed and Ser Barristan did the same.

"Your fighting styles are quite familiar, Knight. Who might you be?"

A curious Oberyn asked as he raised his spear and blocked a sword attack.

The mystery knight said nothing still and Oberyn grinned as he danced around the knight who did the same, both meeting head on with their weapons.

"Do I perhaps… know you?"

He narrowed his eyes, before getting a little leeway to hit the Knight's helmet slightly, and for a millisecond, Oberyn swore he saw a head of silvery hair.

That hair… he only knew a select few people with it.

And perhaps that was the distraction the knight needed on the Red Viper, as Oberyn side eyed the royal box in search of something, and the knight kicked the end of the spear slightly and landed a powerful hit with a shout, to the neck of the spear, breaking it and causing some surprised gasps and then cheers.

Oberyn looked at his staff, a blank face on before it turned contemplative and a grin grew a across his face as he nodded.

"Ahh… I see now… very well…"

He gave a small nod, walking off the tourney ground.

"What is he doing…"

Elia mumbled to herself as she watched her brother practically swagger off the grounds and basically disqualifying himself with a wide grin.

"Are you surprised by this, wife?"

Rhaegar whispered next to her and she shook her head slightly, watching him be looked over by his paramour.

Sighing, she turned back to the melee, her eyes on the mystery knight whose height and stature was so painfully familiar it'd be an affront to motherhood if she had no idea who it was.

Rhaenys snorted next to her mother and Elia turned to her, even as Arthur Dayne and Barristan Selmy finished up their fight. A close one, that one could see why they were regarded as two of the finest knights in the realm.

"What is it?"

Rhaenys smiled.

"I think it's safe to say we know who is underneath that armor, mother."

Elia stifled a grin as she turned to look back at the fight, as the mystery knight fought Thoros of Myr, the mad priest with a flaming sword.

"It would seem that he has grown tired of being a squire. But we shall see what comes of this."

"He has done rather well… considering the caliber of people participating. The common folk will love this."

The two exchanged amused glances before turning at the explosive screams as Arthur Dayne finally won over Barristan Selmy.

A slightly slim win, but Arthur Dayne was younger and swifter and had even trained under the older man for years.

To the crowd, they all eagerly wondered who would win.

Even as Sandor Clegane was taken out by Richard Lonmouth who then turned to face Arthur Dayne.

4 warriors standing.

The mysterious knight's sword clashed against the flaming sword of Thoros and Thoros grinned.

"Feeling the heat already?"

The knight said nothing, and the bright wild red fire seemed to burn bright and reflect against his helmet, and it almost seemed like the knight was in a trance for a second as he stared at the burning metal, memories seemingly flashing through his eyes with the main one being unnatural blue eyes.

With a yell, he pushed back the red priest and hit at the sword almost angrily.

Thoros held quickly, but his sword was slowly beginning to loose form as the fire ate at it continuously.

He grunted as the knight pushed against him, and Thoros gritted his teeth as the fire began to flicker out.

That was all the mystery knight needed to get one over Thoros.

Lyarra clapped politely as it remained her uncle and the still unknown knight.

She wouldn't deny that she wasn't impressed by whoever he… or she, was.

They managed to make it to the finals, and against the Sword of The Morning.

Whoever it was probably going to become a knight before the day was out.

"3 dragons say the mystery knight wins."

Steffon whispered as almost everyone waited with baited breath for the fight to begin.

Edric made a noise at the back of his throat that sounded almost protesting even as Lyarra chuckled.

"I'll take the bet."

Lady Lyanna shifted where she sat but said nothing, making Jon and Lyarra exchange grins.

"Begin!"

The two warriors wasted no time getting into it. But rather than run against the other, they slowly walked in circles as if nothing everything they could of their opponent.

Arthur stared at the mystery knight through his visor. The way he moved, how he twirled his surprisingly nice but unfamiliar sword, his foot movements.

A small quirk appeared on his lips for a second and it was gone.

He would not be making this easy for his opponent.

Not at all.

"Goodluck in the fight to come, my friend."

He held his sword tightly as the mystery knight sent him a nod, and just like that, the Kingsguard bodily attacked the other warrior, sword held high.

"Agh!"

They grunted as their swords hit each other's, making a little vibration even as their eyes seemed to meet through their visors as they met rather closely.

The mystery knight used the opportunity to push Arthur away slightly, and then swung his sword again.

The crowd oohed and ahhed as the sound of swords meeting filled the air.

Both warriors showing great skills in their movement and sleek fighting styles.

But one could tell, that See Arthur had more experience in fighting combat style and for a longer period of time. The mystery knight seemed to be slowly, but just at a rather minuscule amount.

Just like everyone else, Lyarra seemed to be at the edge of her seat even as Steffon whined beneath his breath.

"Come on! Finish him! Finish Ser Arthur!"

As soon as he said that though, Arthur bested the mystery prince, throwing him to he ground and kicking his sword farther away from him.

He held his sword at the mystery knight's jaw, standing tall and impeccable, the Kingsguard that he was.

"Do you yield?"

Arthur spoke up, looking at the warrior on the ground breathing slightly heavily.

Everyone waited with baited breaths as the warrior looked up at and unconcerned Ser Arthur, before they nodded slowly.

"I yield."

Arthur then smiled, leading to the grounds exploding in glorious and thunderous cheers.

Lyarra found herself smiling wider than usual and clapping, even as Edric jumped to his feet, cheering and whooping his uncle's name out loud.

Steffon sniffed, folding his arms while Jon chuckled as he clapped.

"There can be no doubt that Ser Arthur is the best knight in the realm."

Lyarra smiled rather impishly.

"But of course. He is the Sword of The Morning. Do you know what that means?"

Jon snorted, turning to his cousin even as Arthur helped the mystery knight up.

"You say that like you were involved in him being the sword of the morning."

"We share blood."

Jon scoffed, though his smile remained.

Meanwhile, Ser Arthur grinned at the so-called mystery knight even as the crowd still celebrated, and he removed his visor, eliciting more cheers from the female common folk.

He chuckled before turning to the other man.

"You did good. But you obviously didn't expect to win against me, did you… Aegon?"

The mystery knight paused, before he let out a slight sigh.

"Of course you knew. It is no wonder you were harsher than expected."

Arthur grinned, clapping Aegon's shoulder fondly.

"You did very well."

"But I didn't win."

"And yet, it is you and I who stand here now."

"I didn't get to fight the more notable warriors like Ser Barristan and Lord Baratheon though. I do not think I would have been able to win over them, and yet you did."

Aegon pointed out and Arthur shook his head.

"A good knight knows how to pick his fights. And you did just that. Besides, this is no time to question how great you did or did not do. Look alive my prince. Your family knows it is you."

He nodded towards the royal box and Aegon turned to see his father on his feet, smiling and nodding with a knowing look.

His eyes slid over to his mother who smiled politely as she spoke to his sister whose smile widened.

Aegon turned back to Arthur.

"I suppose you want to punish me for going behind your back?"

Arthur gave him a slightly incredulous look.

"Punish? No, no, no my prince. I am very impressed instead. You have been my squire and I have taught you ever since you were 12 name days old. I think it is safe to say you deserve what comes next."

Aegon frowned slightly in though, before his eyes widened slightly.

"You mean…??"

Arthur grinned, turning to Rhaegar who gave a very discreet nod, and the Kingsguard member cleared his throat, a firm look on his face.

"Kneel."

Without much thought in his head, Aegon got down to his knees, and once the crowd noticed, they began quieting up, whispers filling the air.

Arthur then motioned towards one of the servants holding onto his sword, and the boy came running, handing him Dawn.

He held it in his hands, the glow mesmerizing most as he unsheathed it.

Lyarra stifled an awe.

It wasn't her first time seeing it. But it always took her breath away when close to it.

Dawn had an almost moonlight glow to it, and at knight, it glowed even brighter, in a whitish almost luminescent glow.

"Remove your visor."

Ser Arthur spoke one more, and many leaned forward curiously to see just who was getting knighted by the famed member of the Kingsguard.

As the mystery knight removed the visor, the first thing most saw was a shocking head of Valyrian silver hair. Tied with a blood red ribbon, and rather than look unruly like most would have, it still looked impeccable.

The Prince.

Whispers and gasps filled the ground.

Most turned to see the king's expression. Perhaps they were expecting some disappointment or even surprise to show, but none of that did. The King only smiled benignly, the queen doing the same with a look of pride in her eyes.

Margaery Tyrell sat up slightly in interest.

She hadn't been able to see much of the prince ever since her arrival to King's Landing.

Perhaps the New Year's feast would change that.

Besides… he was very easy on the eyes.

Very.

A smirk grew across her face only to slide off as she looked around the grounds and spotted Lyarra Dayne looking at the knighting with interest in her eyes.

Perhaps she was indeed someone to watch even further.

Perhaps.

"Aegon Targaryen. Today you have proven yourself able to stand your grounds against your fellow warriors. You have proven just, honest and good. You kneel as my squire, but I, Ser Arthur Dayne, Sword of The Morning, member of the Kingsguard and wielder of Dawn, do hereby name thee a knight of the realm from this day forth. Rise, Ser Aegon of House Targaryen. Rise as a Knight in the name of the Seven!"

He placed Dawn on Aegon's shoulder, removing it as the prince then stood up, tall and proud, looking very much like the mighty king he was named after, as well as the king he was destined to be, even as the crowd exploded once more in cheers.

Lyarra watched in awe, her eyes on the prince.

Respect for him rising.

A prince indeed.

---

"My prince."

Aegon stopped in front of the person he had searched out. The tourney was announced to be over and slowly, everyone began dispersing the grounds.

He stood next to Prince Lewyn Martell, his Kingsguard uncle who had followed him to ensure he was protected.

"You are Thoros of Myr."

Aegon looked at the man in interest.

He didn't look all that religious.

Thoros bowed in greeting.

"Indeed, my prince. I have to say, most run at the sight of fire, and yet you… you pushed forward. Why is that?"

Aegon smiled.

"My family's words are Fire and Blood. It is to be expected."

Thoros snorted, shaking his head and mumbling under his breath, but Aegon had a question.

"Your sword… why do you light it on fire?"

And why did it look so familiar to him?

Thoros shrugged.

"T'is but a red priest thing. Back in Myr, our teachings spoke about a mythical sword that didn't need to be lit. A sword so old many have forgotten it's true name. Capable of withstanding the heat of fire and blessed by the Red god himself."

Aegon's eyes lit up at that as flashes of the dream he had in the North filtered across his mind.

A golden sword.

"And what is the name of this sword, if I may ask?"

Thoros smiled wryly.

"No one knows it's true name. But it has been translated over thousands of years into just one name, my prince."

"Oh?"

"Lightbringer."

---

Lyarra followed after her younger cousin in slight amusement as they walked towards their aunt Allyria who stood with her betrothed and Thoros of Myr.

"Thoros! That was amazing!"

Edric gushed out as soon as they stopped and even Lyarra had to admit she had been fascinated by his fiery sword.

Thoros snorted as he gulped down a drink from a pouch he'd filched off of an exasperated Ser Beric.

"Not like it helped me make it to top three. I could have used those gold dragons."

Beric raised an eyebrow.

"By use, you mean get drunk and wasted?"

Thoros smirked.

"Is there any other way to spend money? Besides of course, the whores?"

Allyria cleared her throat, eyes pointedly on a curious Edric.

"Ser Thoros."

Lyarra spoke up, her eyes on the red priest still.

"Your sword."

Thoros let out a snort.

"You're certainly not the only one curious, lassie."

Lyarra found she wasn't surprised by that. A flaming sword!

"How did you do it, Ser?"

Beric chuckled.

"He is no Ser, Lyarra."

"Not like I'd want to. Too many rules."

Thoros grunted before turning back to Lyarra.

"It's a thing I do. Learnt it from one of the red priestesses a while back."

"May I see it?"

She eagerly asked, eyes sparkling, and Thoros paused, his eyes sliding over to Allyria who looked just as curious.

He shrugged.

"Very well. Beric owes me another sword then."

"Of course."

"And a drink."

Beric puffed up.

"You fucking cunt—oof!"

Allyria elbowed him, looking as noble as they come though one could see her eyes were fiery.

The former Stark bastard stifled a smile.

Just then, Thoros yanked a slightly bent sword from one of the passing servants beginning to clean up the grounds.

He held the tip of the sword, closed his eyes and whispered something, dragging his hand from the tip down, and as he did, the sword lit up in fire much to Lyarra's awe.

"Amazing. What did you say?"

Thoros smiled wryly at her.

"Alas, even though I have turned my back on my teachings, there are things better left a secret. This is one of it."

While she wouldn't deny the disappointment she felt at that, she held her hand out and took the sword in hand, a look of awe in her eyes. Not at the sword, but more at the fire.

It was so… beautiful… entrancing. It drew her in.

Even as the fire licked closer.

Thoros gave her a look.

"You should be feeling the heat now, I think…"

Lyarra turned to him with a small smile.

"Not at all. I feel no discomfort in fact."

At that, Thoros' eyes narrowed in interest and curiosity.

"Lyarra!"

Edric's panicked shout aside, the younger boy hit the sword out of her hand, startling the group slightly as the sword flickered out on the sandy ground.

The silvery blonde turned to her cousin.

"Whatever was that for?"

Edric gave her an incredulous look.

"Did you not feel it? The fire was at your hand!"

"I felt nothing. You must have mistaken."

Edric huffed.

"I know what I saw, cousin."

"We should head out now. Try to get some rest before tomorrow."

Allyria finally spoke up, looking around the now thinning crowd.

"Indeed. I think I saw a pub down the street."

"You are incorrigible, old friend."

Lyarra only stared at the half melted sword for a second, her eyes going to her hand, before she followed the group away.

---

Pretty long chapter but yeah. It had to be done. New characters introduced, some cameos, but more to let you know i didn't forget about them. Also, pairings are not final with other characters. Only pairings final are those married, those getting married and then Aegon/Lyarra. If i allude to a pairing, it may never come to pass, much like the game of thrones, lol.

Looks like Cersei's about to start up her usual tantrum, even when she isn't the main character.

Anyways, Poor Jon Connington, loosing what makes him a man... Or did he? The Baratheons are certainly a fun family hm?

And more Viserys! Because we love him. And expected him to do something as crazy as mix up Lyarra for a second daughter. He has better things to do than count how many children his brother and good sister are spitting out dammit!

And was that Lightbringer i mentioned?...

Next Chapter: The New Year Feast is celebrated. More confusion on whether Lyarra is Rhaegar's child, poor Viserys, lol. Run ins with Aegon and Margaery. Lyarra takes up sparring once again, gets to know more about Dornish culture and it's… interests… heated moments between Lyarra and Aegon, and Lyarra perhaps begins to explore her sexuality like any teenager would.