Hello, thank you for clicking this story. I hope you all like it. Bear with me I want to build the OC character before going on to the main storyline so the first few chapters will be based around Tysha and Trina.

I am trying my hardest not to make her a Mary Sue sort of character so let me know what you think. Please don't talk shit about me changing the race of Tysha. I am black and I like writing about black characters.

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Chapter 1

Tyrion found his new wife crying on the balcony of their small keep. It had been one moon since their nuptials and Tyrion would often find her sobbing with grief. Tysha wore a lavender gown and a simple braid that traveled down her back. A black shawl covered her shoulder as she held her father's tunic to her face.

Tyrion walked to her side silently and rested his hand on hers. Tysha told him much about her family. Neal Coller was a stern man, her mother Reba was quite Good natured and jolly. Her uncle Roger was a merchant who commanded the Merry Betty, named after his merry wife. He lived North close to Winterfell with his family. He always stopped by when he reached Lannisport to see his sister and niece. He would be stopping by soon.

Tyrion could do nothing but listen when comforting Tysha. He never had to deal with grief. His mother died bringing him into the world. Cersei often told him that he killed her. Jaime always disagreed, assuring him that Johanna Lannister loved him. It was the way of the world. Childbirth was the woman's battlefield, and they had their losses too.

Tysha looked at Tyrion, grasping his hand in support. She was a beautiful girl. Long dark hair, brown skin, and bright blue eyes that she inherited from her father. She was short and voluptuous. She always had a smile on her face whenever she wasn't grieving. Tysha liked to jape and laugh. She was a talented cook. Which made it easier to hide her. They had no servants, so Tysha took it upon herself to cook and keep the household clean. She even taught Tyrion how to clean a bit himself. Tyrion considered himself quite lucky to find a wife such as her.

They sat there for a few minutes more until Tysha stood.

"I'm going to start supper, love" Tysha had a smooth voice. It was quite deep but it was ever sultry. "Did you strip the boar that Jaime brought from my farm yesterday?"

Tysha's father was a crofter. She even taught Tyrion to skin and butcher livestock. He'd never known that he would be useful as a dwarf. She'd taught him much in the short time they'd been together. Tyrion in turn had begun teaching her to read.

He kissed her hand. "Yes, it's sitting in the kitchens waiting for you to cook it down. Maybe those boiled salted potatoes you make would be nice with them."

"Aye, it would be tasty, milord" she giggled. "Like to join me?"

"Yes, I would" The couple walked to the kitchens. Making plans for the next day.

Trina grabbed a batch of potatoes and began to cut them. "My uncle Rog'll be coming soon. I'd like to go to my family farm to wait him out. Maybe we can travel with him? See my family in the North. They're kind folk. I've met Little Rog and Michael a few times. My aunt Betty once."

Tyrion sipped his wine whilst seated on a stool. "That sounds fun. You won't be able to meet my family yet. My father will be enraged to find out I've married a commoner but maybe that'll give us time to get away from the West. Find you somewhere safer."

"Safer? Ion thinks your father will kill me Tyrion. Probably atull our marriage and send me away. All I'll have to do is wait for you."

Tyrion clenched his glass, tensing. "You don't know my father. He's a cruel man. The Rains of Castemere isn't just a scary song." He took another sip. "And the word is annul."

"Aye- well, best I hide out on my family's farm and wait for Rog. You can come with your father's permi-" BANG. The doors of the kitchen flew open and the room was flooded with Lannister guards. Tywin Lannister walked in with his Golden son, Jaime who looked guilty and crestfallen.

"Milord" Tysha bowed.

"Father plea-"

"QUIET" the old lion hollered. "The Septon came to confess your folly with this-this whore. Jaime came and confessed everything."

"She is NOT A WHORE" Tyrion roared, sounding nothing of his size. "You will not harm her"

Tywin's eyes narrowed. "Jaime, tell this stunted fool what you told me"

"He ain't a stunted fool. He's my husband" Tysha spoke. Eyes hardened. Tywin peered over her, almost amused.

"Jaime" Tywin spoke.

"I-I" Jaime stumbled across his words. His eyes darted from his father to the floor. Never looking at the young couple. "She's a maiden whore. I planned the entire thing. The attack, cutting down the bandits. I thought it would be a nice gift to give you before you left for the citadel. I didn't think you would go so far as to marry her"

"Liar!" Tysha ran forward only to be grabbed by guards. "Tyrion he's a liar. I ain't a whore. You been to my family farm. I told you all about my family. PLEASE"

"Would your brother lie to you?" Tywin said. Looking satisfied at Tyrion's heartbroken face. "Your brother who's been the kindest to you all your life?"

Tyrion looked at Tysha who struggled with the guards and back at Jaime. Jaime looked to the floor never meeting Tyrions eyes. Tyrion hardened and walked past Tysha who pleaded with him. "Send her away. Do not kill her."

Tysha's face conformed to horror. "No Tyrion he's a liar, please. I love you"

Tywin whispered in the ear of one of the guards before leaving. Jaime finally looked into Tysha's face. The guilt shown on his face. Tears threatened to fall out of his eyes. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me"

"Forgive you? Wh-what? You've ruined your brother's life! Our love? What you don't want your father to be angry with you? The kingslayer scared of what his papa will do?" She snarled spitting in his face. "You lied to your brother. He loves you. You used the love he has for you to ruin his love"

"Ser Jaime" the guard to the left of Jaime spoke. "Lord Tywin wants the girl back at the castle"

"For what?" Jaime said. Fear creeping on his face. "He said he wasn't going to kill her. The septon already annulled the marriage."

"Dunno Ser. Said he wanted her back at the Rock."

Tysha cried harder. She didn't deserve this. Her parents were murdered, Her attack, This slander, whatever was going to happen to her next. Why were the Gods punishing her? What did she do?

She was drug out of her new home and bound to a horse. Forced to make their way to the castle.

—

Tysha sobbed as she was sent out of the red keep. Her thighs were sticky and her head was a mess. She was bruised from the neck down. Tyrion was right. Tywin Lannister was a monster. What did she do? Why did this happen? She felt dirty. She was miles away from her farm. She would have to walk there.

"GIRL" a man's voice said. Tysha looked up and saw a man with Lannister armer on, Burnt on the side of his face, walking with a horse. She jumped back afraid, Crawling away in fear she would be raped again. "Stop girl, I ain't gonna harm you. Here"

"M'names Tysha." She muttered. Standing again.

"Well, it don't matter. Saw what the Old Lion had done to ya. Shame."

"I ain't a whore. I love Tyrion. I do. It was the Gods that Jaime and Tyrion found me. I would'a been raped and killed." Tysha said desperately

"The Gods don't care nothing for us Tysha" said the man.

"Aye. Sparing me from the bandits. Only to be raped a little time later. Dunno what I done to deserve it." Tysha croaked out.

The man looked down. "Don't blame the imp. He loves that blonde fucker of a brother. The old lion knew it."

"Don't make it any less painful." Tysha sniffed. "Our love was true. He said he was never gonna be Lord. That one day Jaime was gonna leave Kingslanding and take the Rock. I wouldn't know what to do as a lady. All I know is to cook and clean. And take care of livestock. I can fish a little too. Tyrion thought I was funny."

"I'm sorry." The man said looking down. "The old bastard hates him for killing his mother. The imp shoulda took you somewhere safer. Away from the west."

"That was the plan. My uncle will be here soon. I'm going North. Tyrion was supposed to meet my family."

"Well, you'll be doing it without him. Here." The man pushed the reins in her hand. "Go wherever you came from. Put a little silver in there to go along with the rest. A dagger too, in Case you find trouble."

Tysha warily eyed the horse and satchel. "What's your name? I ain't gonna fuck you if that's what you think."

The man grunted. "I ain't looking to fuck you, girl. I like actual whores." He looked at her. "Was there when Tywin ordered Ser Jaime to lie about you. Felt bad when we went to take you."

Tysha poured her silver into the pouch and climbed on the horse, Wincing as she sat down. She takes the purse and wraps it under her gown, carefully putting the strap around her waist. "You never said your name."

The man grunts again. "Sandor Clegane. Hound"

Tysha's head begins to throb. "The hound? Ya brothers the mountain. Surprised there's a Clegane as kind as you."

"Ha! Kind. A dog doesn't need kindness." Sander says spitting on the ground.

Tysha laughed. "Well if you ain't kind, my eyes ain't blue." Sandor laughs along with her. "Take care, Sandor. Remember this moment when you find being too harsh on ya self."

Sandor nodded to her in farewell. A look of admiration on his face.

Tysha felt as though she were cursed. What was her sin for everything that she had gone through? A month ago, she was carefree. Living on her farm with parents that loved her. They weren't poor, nor were they wealthy. Tysha couldn't remember a time when she was outwardly cruel or mean. She was only allowed away from her parents when Uncle Rog came. Where did these punishments stem from?

Her horse stopped in front of the keep that she lived in with Tyrion. Tears streamed down her face as she recalled the sweet times together. He would read to her at night. They would walk along the forest path and speak about their lives and families. His face turning green when she showed him how to butcher livestock. Tysha laughed at him for hours. Tyrion would believe it was all an act. Curse Jaime to the 7 hells. What sort of knight would betray his brother like this? Did he not see how happy Tyrion was? What right did Ser Jaime Lannister have to take it away?

Tysha dragged herself into her home. Walking to the kitchens and grabbing a pale. She walked to the well outside and filled it. She brought it up to their bedroom and poured it into the bathing basin. She walked back to the well to fill it. Lighting the fire under the cauldron to heat the water. Again Tysha went to fetch another pale of water and poured it into the bath. On each trip back and forth, Tysha went over her attack. How the soldiers laughed at her. How they spit at her as they entered her. As if she were an object. A dirty rag to be dragged around. What had she done for the Gods to curse her in this way? The last trip was with the cauldron. The hot water steamed warming the rest of the water.

Removing her clothes, Tysha stepped into the water. Even the reminder of the bath caused her choke-up memories of Tyrion. They made passionate love in the basin. Having water fights when they weren't lathering each other with soaps. Her mother would always tell her a broken heart was the hardest wound to mend. She felt it. Like laces wrapped around it and squeezed, unwilling to let go.

What would she do? How would she live? She wouldn't whore herself. Neal Collers daughter refused to give Tywin Lannister the satisfaction. Looking around the room many things could be sold. Candle basins, soaps, gowns, Dishes. She doubted Tyrion would return. Tywin probably wouldn't give this place a second thought. She sat there contemplating what to do.

Tysha stood when the water got cool. Grabbing a chest from under the bed she began to fill it. Everything in the room was put into a chest or a sack. She didn't care, Tyrion would never return to her. These things were meaningless.

She began dragging the items downstairs when she spotted the war axe and the crossbow. Both items were brought by Tyrion to protect them from attacks. These were not meaningless. These were precious to her life, while she waited for Roger to save her.

The young girl packed the wagon on the outside of the keep. Strapping the horse to it. She climbed on the horse and rode for miles to her family's farm. The door had been fixed by men Tyrion paid. Her parents were buried in the back of the house. Grief overran her. She was alone. Her uncle wouldn't be here for weeks. She unlocked the door and walked inside. She bolted the door with the two bars that her grandfather had built when her mother was young.

Tysha ran to her parent's room and lay on the bed. How she wished they were here to comfort her. To tell her everything was going to be alright, and she had nothing to be ashamed of. But she wouldn't get her wish. The Collers were gone. Tysha vowed that she would cry until her uncle took her.

—

It had been a week since Tysha had been home. She had made her way to the village and begun selling the items from the cottage. Extra silver and copper would be good on her way North. The villagers had heard of her parent's passing and offered their condolences. A few young men offered to marry her to take on the farm but she declined, telling them she would be traveling to live with family and she wanted to sell.

She was approached by a young couple who wished to buy. Tysha had played with the man of the couple when they were children and she knew they were good people. Fifty silver pieces for the farm was well worth it. She told them that she would let them know when her uncle came to collect her and would buy it then.

The day after Tysha arrived home she took extra precautions. She bolted the window and covered it with cloths, luckily the only window was in the kitchen. She blocked the front and back doors with chairs to keep unwanted visitors out. If bandits came, she had enough bread and water to keep her fed until Uncle Roger came. She took comfort in sleeping with her crossbow and dagger.

Tysha had taken to bringing her horse, Imp, inside the cottage. She wanted to be able to ride away from danger as quickly as possible if bandits did manage to get in. Having to run outside was too risky. It was terrible sleeping in the same cottage as a horse. The ceilings were too low and she had to clean shit, every morning. She mixed the dreamwine from Tyrion's cottage into Imps water, to keep him calm and stop him from making a fuss at night.

Tysha rode her mare, Imp, home and sighed. It had been a long day. And it would repeat the next day when she traveled to Lannisport to sell the gowns and books she had taken from the cottage.

She rode closer to home and stopped when she made eye contact with a man at the front door. His horse was tied to the post near her home and he stood leisurely. She pulled her dagger out and stayed on her horse.

She was not worried about the coin in her home. It was stuffed in the middle of her parent's mattress where her father left all his earnings. If this man revealed himself as a threat, Tysha would ride away to the village and call for help. Sell the farm quick, gather her coin, and sleep in Lannisport until her Uncle Roger came.

"Who're you?" Tysha asked. She kept her dagger hidden close to her lower stomach. The man was handsome with expensive clothing. Bright blond hair and she could tell by the lines on his face that he was cheery, even if his current expression was somber and grim. He looked familiar but Tysha was too far away from him to tell.

"My name is Gerion. I came here to help you. I heard of your troubles at Caterly Rock." the man said. The name was familiar, she could not place it for a moment. Then she understood. She leaned in and saw the emerald green eyes and cheekbones that reminded her of Jaime and Tyrion.

"You're Gerion Lannister," Tysha growled out, twisting the reins, to move Imp away. "Tyrion uncle."

"Yes," he confirmed hastily. "Please do not run. I do not wish to harm you. I only wish to inform you that my sister, Genna, and I are sorry for what my elder brother has done to you. What my nephew Jaime did."

She paused her movements. "Not your fault, Milord. I've moved on. I'll be leaving here soon. Make my way to Dorne." She lied.

"Dorne? Or North?" Gerion chuckled. "Have no fear, I am ashamed of my brother's actions. And I am ashamed that Tyrion allowed Jaime to bamboozle him so. I am unable to tell him the truth. I cannot cause a rift between Tyrion and his brother. Would kill his father and be cursed a kinslayer. Or he would follow you and Tywin would look for him. That would put you in more danger than you once were."

"Your brother is a horrible man. I did nothing to him. I did not deserve that." said Tysha.

"My brother is cruel. Our father was weak and almost brought about the ruin of our house. Tywin believes every slight should be met with harshness and instill fear. I do not agree. A Lord's subjects should count on him to be merciful and understanding. Another reason I can not reveal the truth to Tyrion. Jaime had the choice to take the Rock and allow the two of you to remain married. Or the choice to go along with the lie."

Tysha sighed shakily, unable to stop the prickling of tears. "He is a coward. I told him so."

"He is. Afraid of disappointing his father. Afraid of responsibility. I can not understand why he went along with the lie. He had an individual choice to support the annulment and not lie. He is not under the legal authority of House Lannister. He can do as he pleases." Gerion grunted out.

Tysha shook her her. His words were too big for her. Perhaps if she still had Tyrion, he would explain. No, she knew he would explain. "It is too much for me, Milord. Best I just move on and live with my family."

"Yes, that is for the best. I saw your parent's burial. I am sorry for your loss, as well." said Gerion. "You have been proved to be a true Lioness. Take pride in your strength. He has spoken of your time together, how you loved him, and how you taught him to be independent. We would have loved for you to stay a Lannister if only to see the happiness you gave him. My nephew probably will never marry. Too many highborn ladies are detested by his condition."

"Their loss, Milord," said Trina. She shook herself and tried to gain control of the situation. She wanted him to leave. Her bum was starting to feel numb and she refused to climb off her horse until she saw that he rode far away. "Thank you for coming. Be best if you went on your way now."

"Yes, I will be. Also came to drop off some jewelry that Tyrion spoke of wanting to gift you. You were Lady Lannister for a moon and had no jewels befitting your station." Gerion opened his vest and tunic and pulled out a large satchel. He placed it on the floor at the front door.

"Tyrion told me that he gave you a gold dragon because he was a Lannister if that were true then Tywin and Jaime would have more honor. They are worth shit. You are worth more than that. Never forget that. You have shown more courage than any Lannister Lion. And you do so with grace. I have also added some gold. Lots of it. You should live comfortably after what you have endured. And Genna wrote you a letter. We had Tyrion write you a letter as well. A letter with the perspective that your love was true, not you being a whore. He was terribly drunk, won't remember it."

"I am not that good with my letters, milord. Tyr-" Tysha croaked. "T-Tyrion had begun teaching me."

"Yes, he told us. He's been drinking too much and going over your time together. When Tywin told Genna, Kevin, and me of the lie... I almost cut him down. Teaching Tyrion how to skin a boar and to cook and clean for himself. Encouraging Jaime to teach him to hunt. You loved him in a true sense. Thank you."

He walked to the post while lacing his tunic, untied the rope, and climbed his horse. "Take care, Tysha. Know there are some of us in House Lannister that will always prefer you as our good niece."

Gerion kicked his horse and rode off. Tysha sighed a breath of relief when he rode over the hill and she could not hear the trollops of his horse. She was happy it was still daylight.

She quickly rode to the post, climbed down Imp, and tied him to the post. Tysha rushed to the front door and picked up the satchel and unlocked the door. She quickly went inside and locked it. She took the two bars and slid them through to bolt the door. Then she took a chair and pushed it against the knob for extra precaution. Something she had been doing since returning home.

Tysha made her way to her parent's room and pulled her personal satchel out of her gown. She sat it next to her and stared at the other satchel. It was large and she prayed that she would not be hunted for having noble jewels. She did not wish to see what was inside. It would only make her love Tyrion more and she could not afford that.

Finally giving in to her curiosity, Tysha opened the satchel and found handfuls of gold dragons. It filled most of the bag. There were also small pouches. The first held two parchments. She left it inside, there was no point in breaking the seals if she could not read well.

There was a pouch that held a gold-linked necklace, at the neck was the Lannister Lion with a red ruby for the eye. It had matching earrings and a ring. In another pouch was a cubed cut necklace with green emaralds and lined with diamonds. This necklace had a matching bracelet and broach. Both necklaces were slim and the Lannisters probably would not miss them.

The larger pouch made Tysha gasp. Two diamond tiaras. One gold with diamond leaves and the other gold with diamond drops with flowers. She shed more tears. How could her foolish husband be so sweet, even after what he thought of her? She allowed herself another moment to cry. She would not count the coins yet. The sun was going to set soon and she needed to feed the stock, eat supper, and bring Imp inside, before then.

Tysha emptied her personal satchel into the newer satchel and stuffed it into the mattress. It was hard. The satchel weighed too much and her father never cut a hole for such space. But she managed.

She rushed down the stairs with her crossbow and took the chair from under the knob of the back door. She slid the bars to unbolt it and unlocked the door.

Tysha took a moment to breathe in the heir and calm herself. Take pride in your strength. Gerion Lannister's words echoed over and over. You have proved to be a true Lioness. It echoed.

She was. Tysha was a strong and proud Lioness.

"REBA! Tysha! Where're you, lasses? I've been traveling for moons and how I've missed you. Where's that stiff Good brother of mine?" Roger Banesmen's voice was loud, hearty. Tysha could hear the smile that he had on his face. It was going to break her to tell him what happened to his little sister.

Tysha rushed from the pasture through the house. Rog stood in front. With a sack on his shoulder. Arms outstretched to receive her. But she couldn't return it. Her arms wrapped around her body as she let out a sob. Rog tensed at the sight. "Tysha? Tysha what is it? WHAT HAPPENED?" He grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her. "Where's your mother?"

He rushed by her into the house. "REBA? NEAL?" She could hear him searching through the cottage frantically. Tysha followed him. "Tysha what happened? Please!" His voice broke. Tears welled in his eyes. He finally stopped and looked at his niece again. "Where is my sister?"

Tysha took his hand and guided him along to the back door. To where her parents were laid to rest. Rog dropped to his knees sobbing. What a terrible sound. To hear such a joyful man make such a noise. "MY SISTER. Gods, please. No WHY? Why Tysha? Please tell me what happened?"

Tysha knelt down next to him. Recalling the attack with the bandits. How they slaughtered her mother in front of the house. They kicked the door where her father was resting. Neal had run to the back where Tysha was feeding the chickens. Telling her to run. She watched as her father tried his best to fight off the four men and ran into the forest. They chased her down, beat her and ripped her clothes. Rog shuddered and held onto her. She told him of Ser Jaime and Tyrion. How she got drunk and married the heir of Casterly Rock. How they came and buried the couple and rode off into the sunset. To a keep nearby. They were in love and happy. Until Jaime lied and told Tyrion that she was whore. She broke down sobbing when she told him of Casterly Rock. And the hound. And stripping the keep and making her way back to the farm. Of Gerion Lannisters visit.

Rog sobbed with her. Holding her so tight, as if she would disappear if he let go. "It isn't ya fault child." Tysha shook her head. "No, ya look at me! None of this is your fault. Do you understand? The Lannisters are evil. The gods blessed ya with a loving husband and those demons took it away. They are at fault. NOT YOU. Ya understand? Ya strong. Ya been through all 7 hells in one moon and ya still standing. That's the Coller in ya. Come. We'll rest for the night. Grieve here together, tomorrow we make plans to go back North and for ya to leave all this behind."

Tysha stood. She walked into the house and began supper. "Making plans to sell this place. A young couple looking to buy it for some silver they been saving. Been selling the items from the keep to add to that cursed pouch." She stuck the boar onto the fire. "Would I be able to sell more on ya travels? Tyrion and I were looking to go North and meet the family."

"Well, I ain't leaving you here. Of course, you can come along. You're my family. Nan's been working for the Starks for the last 3 generations. There always work for you girl."

"Aye I don't want to leave the farm but I can't stay here, Uncle Rog. Every day feels like my heart ripping in two."

—-

Tysha made her way to the Merry Betty. She'd named her mare 'Imp' and guided her along the bottom of the ship. It was a large ship for a commoner. Her Uncle Rog told her that a bastard from House Manderly had died and given him the ship. Rog had traveled with him much, and when it came time for him to pass he handed the ship over to him. The year before he had married Betty, and that's what he decided to name the ship.

It wasn't a surprise that Rog had been gifted a ship from a noble bastard. He was charismatic like that. Always rubbed people the right way. Well, everyone except her father. He had grated Neal Collers last good nerve with his japes and loud voice. Reba always said that's where Tysha got her charming personality from.

She climbed back to the deck as she watched her uncle give demands. He had a small crew and they were tight like family. Roger Banesmen was a comely man. He had brown skin and eyes like her mother. Black hair and a beard that covered his face. His full lips always held a smile, though this time it didn't reach his eyes. Pain filled them as he tried to stay strong for his niece.

His little sister. They were born in Dorne. But for reasons unbeknownst to them their father brought them to the West. The Banesmen father found work in the minds of Castemere, luckily for him, he had stopped working there when he bought the farm that Tysha was born. Two years after he quit, the Lannisters flooded the Castemere's. It was a dark time for the Banesmen family. They had friends in the castle and the lands close by. Years later Reba met Neal. And Roger made his own way to travel the country. The Banesmen patriarch died when Tysha was 7 years old.

But he would remain strong and not think of how they died. He would remember how they lived and honor their memory.

—

They had been traveling along the Merry Betty for a moon when Tysha began to feel ill. She leaned over the banister, where her uncle was keeping her steady as she emptied her stomach. The salt water smelt great but the ship stew made her sick. She'd never been at sea before but she should've felt its effects when she first boarded.

A crew member Jason laughed "Lass if I didn't know any better, you're carrying ya own little welp in there. Hard to believe the blood of my captain can't take the wave of the sea."

Tysha forced herself to laugh. Inwardly panicking counting her last moonblood. She had gotten her first cycle 6 months before her parents died. She still couldn't remember to track it. Her mother was still doing it for her. Tysha's last moonblood was a fortnight before their death. Tears welled in her eyes as she glanced at her uncle. Rog pulled her into him knowingly. "We'll be reaching Flintsfinger soon. I'll find ya a Maester who'll take care of it."

Tysha nods hugging him tightly. Making her way back to her room. Laying on her bed she cries. She had promised herself she wouldn't once she left her farm but with this new turn of events she felt crushed. She prayed that it wasn't any of the soldier's baby. It had to be Tyrion. This child had to be made of love. Tysha's heart couldn't bear it. The door opened with Rog walking through. "It's going to be okay. I'm here and so is your aunt Betty. Nan, little Rog and Katey are there. You're not alone."

"What if this child ain't Tyrions? I wouldn't be able to take care of it. I couldn't love it." Curling into a ball she cried harder. "I haven't cried since we left the farm. I'm sick of crying. I've been crying for over a moon."

"Don't get too tired girl. Life will make you cry again. That's what it is. Tears and laughter- all life is really" Rog said as he sat on the side of the bed "If the Maester can't help you, We'll figure it out. I have two children, you wouldn't be showing signs if the child were one of those sons of bitches. Only been a few weeks since your attack. This child has to be that foolish husband of yours."

"He's not a fool, he-"

"Tyrion Lannister is a fool. He buried your parents with you. While their blood was still warm. He stayed in that keep with you while you grieved. Don't matter if he loved his brother, only a fool couldn't see through those lies." Rog sat at the end of the bed. "It's a sin what has happened to you girl. You shouldn't have to bear this pain at such a young age- in such a short time. S'not right. But ya strong. Ya get that from ya father. Orphaned at a young age. Worked his tail sore for coin. Drummed his love into ya mothers heart until all she could think about was marrying him and having ya. A survivor"

Tysha choked out a laugh "Survive enough for them stiff sods in the North? Might the wildings take me to claim me for themselves?"

"Like I said, ya a survivor." Rog laughed along with her, patting her leg. "You'd kill the wilding in his sleep and make way back to us."

They spent the rest of the night japing with each other. Going over fond memories of her parents until she fell asleep.

—

"This way lass, a tavern wench said there was a Maester up along here.." Rog led her away from the docks and into the village. The farther north they traveled, the less color life seemed to have. They walked along the path, passing cottages until finally, they came to one with a 7-pointed star carved on the front. Tysha trembled, her palms sweated as she clasped onto her uncle's hand. "Ya got nothing to fear Tysha. I'm here. This fucker won't be unkind to ya while I'm still standing." Rog knocked on the door, reassuringly rubbing her hand with his thumb. He had a stern look on his face, it was strange to see the permanent smile on his face replaced with a look of solid strength. Rog knocked again.

They heard shuffling on the inside of the cottage. The door opened showing a man around the same age as Rog. He had blonde hair and brown eyes. He stood quite tall. The man wore grey robes and a maester chain. His eyes were kind and he wore a solemn smile on his face when he looked at Tysha, as if already knowing why the pair was there. "Greetings. My name is Maester Lucas. Who do I have here?"

"M'names Roger, this here's m'niece Tysha." Rog spoke. "She'll be needing ya help today."

Maester Lucas nodded ushering them in. He brought them into the cottage and into the room on the left. It must've been his patient room. Lucas offered a seat to Rog and led Tysha to the cot. "What seems to be the problem, my dear?"

"I think I'm with child. I was married but my husband passed away. A little time later I was attacked." Tysha looked down in shame. "I don't think I wanna keep it. I'm scared that it isn't my late husband's."

"Don't look down, you have nothing to be ashamed of." The Maester opened a cupboard bringing out tools. "There are evils in this world. Doesn't have a rhyme or reason for why it happens. It just does. There is no shame on your part. I'm going to examine you. You'll need to remove your clothes. Would your uncle be kind enough to step outside the room."

Rog hesitated, looking at Tysha. She nodded and he stepped out of the room. "Would you lie down child. This will be a little uncomfortable and you'll be exposed for a bit of it."

The Maester examined her. Feeling along the sides of her stomach and her back. He prodded her breasts and finally her hips. "It seems that you are about three moons along." Tysha let out a breath of relief. The child was Tyrions, she was with child from their very first week together. "Would you spread your legs. I would like to check for infection."

Tysha blushed as she did as told. Closing her eyes to escape the humiliation she felt. She jumped as she felt the cold tools pressing at her womanly parts. The Maester stopped. Dropping the tools in a bucket next to him. "You seem to be healthy. And the tissue is scared but it is healing just fine."

"Thank ya" Tysha said putting her clothes back on. "Uncle Rog" she called, her uncle walked back into the room. "I'm three moons along" Rog smiled relieved. "Still I wanna be rid of it. M'husbands not here. I don't wanna be a burden to my family with a new child."

Maester Lucas looked down. Hesitant to speak. "Unfortunately Tysha" he looked between the pair "unfortunately you're too far along. Taking moon tea at the point would cause heavy complications. You might pass your womanly parts along with the babe. You might catch a fever and die. The blood loss could also cause death."

Tysha looked at the ceiling. It seemed the other shoe was always dropping on her. Rog walked over to her helping her up. "The babe won't be a burden, Tysha. This child was made with love. And it will get all the love in the world. I swear it. It's still spring. Michael and little Rog will build another room for you and Nan will find ya some work. This child won't be a burden to us. It'll be one of us."

Maester Lucas nodded. "May the Gods bless you. You'll find the North to be filled with Kind folk, a little rough around the edges but we are exceedingly kind."

"The Seven ain't been kind to me, Maester." Tysha sniffled, taking silver out of her purse and handing it to him. "Don't think they'll be too kind to me later on either."

"Well the Old Gods will be kinder, I'm sure. You're in our lands now." Maester Lucas said.

"Ya a maester. Ya don't follow the Seven?" Tysha asked confusedly.

"Nay, I'm from here. Became a maester cause the village needed it. The second I donned my chain I came back home. My mother was a healer, But uneducated, kept up the family's work."

"May the Gods bless you." Tysha smiled.

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Tysha had never been in such pain in her entire life. Her legs ached from the walk to the Heart tree near Crofters village. Her thighs felt as though they were being ripped apart. Tysha's spine felt as though it might break under the weight of her babe. Her skin rippled with anxiety at the thought of being a mother.

Her aunt Betty held her hands as she laid her back on the Tree. Nan, Betty's mother, prayed kneeling in front of Tysha waiting for the babe to be ready to be brought forth. Katey, Little Rog wife, kneeled beside her praying. Hodor sat beside Betty, waiting for the birth to end so that he could carry Tysha back home.

Life in the North was as sweet as the Maester had told her. Her family- Gods her family were kind. Nan found Tysha work in the kitchens as a cook. It was fun work, and kept her warm from the Summer snows. Betty made her pretty wool gowns and seldom had a frown on her face. Little Rog built a room for her in the cottage but he was more serious than his parents, still, he was good-natured. His brother, Michael, looked a lot like Tysha. He had Rogers look but his eyes were a pale blue, that he inherited from his mother, Betty. Michael took after Roger in personality, laughing so loud it could make the snow shake from branches. Katie, Little Rog's wife, was all Northern stern. She had a kind heart and only smiled for her family, she proved to be a good friend to Tysha. Katie gave birth to her babe, Tammy, 3 moons ago.

Hodor was dull but his heart was also kind, he gave the best hugs, and though he was a man of few words; Hodor always managed to say everything with his eyes. This was her family. The Old Gods had proved to be kind.

"It's time Tysha," Nan spoke. Never had Tysha felt more relieved. The labor had gone on for six hours. She had lain upon the Heart Tree for two, covered in a wool blanket with a dry cloth pressed to her head. The assault in Casterly Rock did not hurt as much, though this was less shameful. Katie moved from her side and knelt beside Nan. Grabbing a large pouch and emptying its contents on a cloth. She picked up a pillow and sat it under Tysha's bum. "You're opening up child. It's time to push."

Tysha nodded and began pushing. This proved to be the worst part of labor. Feeling the babe move through her canal made it more unbearable. She felt herself give up.

Katie face burrowed into a frown. "Ya won't give up. Ya come this far, Tysha, all this won't be for nothing."

Tears fell from Tysha's eyes. "I can't," she said shaking her head. "It's too much"

"Ya will" Betty said in her ear. "I birthed them beasts, Little Roger and Michael. Ya can do it" Betty laughed causing the rest to chuckle with her. Even during tense times, Betty could warm a room.

Tysha nodded her head and pushed again. Eyes closed, praying to the Gods it would be over soon. Katie's frown broke into a smile. "I see a head of gold hair." She clapped, grabbing a small blanket and cloth. Waiting to pull the babe out. "Keep pushing, Tysha."

And so she did until she heard the tiny grunts of her child. It didn't cry as Tammy did, but it made noise. She could hear them cooing and cutting the cord that was attached to its belly. "It's a girl Tysha, here take her."

Tysha's wool moved and the grunting babe was placed on her chest, she was bundled in a wool blanket with only the tuffs of her golden hair exposed. Tysha was nervous for a moment, to have her child exposed to such cold but quickly pushed away the thought. She trusted Nan, so she would trust the Old Gods. Nan said the child was conceived during treachery and abuse. The old gods would wash that all away. It had to be born in a sacred place. Where the bad could not harm her. So Tysha trusted Nan.

The babe opened her eyes and Tysha let out a laugh. "Yer a Lion aren't ya?" The babe let out a grunt, as though she was telling her mother to stop being silly. Her brows arched looking up at Tysha. One green eye and one blue eye. This was Tyrions child. A cub made from love. She rubbed her thumb across the babe's cheek. She would be brown like Tysha. As Tysha was brown like her mother. As Michael was brown like his father. Their Dornish blood was strong. She held the babe as she pushed out the birthing sack. Less painful than bringing forth the babe but still tiresome.

Nan shakily stood. She carefully took the babe from Tysha. "A beautiful child. The Gods have blessed me with beautiful grandchildren. What will her name be?"

Tysha laughed "She looks a lion. Let's give her a lion's name. Trina, her name's Trina."

Betty laughed and Katie's scowled. Tysha made it a habit to lovingly irk Katie's nerves knowing it would end in a begrudging smile. "Yer given the Lannisters enough."

"Aye," Tysha agreed. "But I won't give them her"

Nan nodded kneeling with the babe in front of the heart tree. "Keep little Trina safe. You've already gifted her beauty. Gift her safety, gift her with love, gift her with her father's brain and her mother's strength. Claim this child as one of your own and she will live a good and happy life in your name."

The branches shook as the wind blew. The woods sounded as though they were singing. The weir wood face cried. Tysha saw it for herself, the Gods were here. She cried along with it as her family prayed over her child. Her little Lioness. She too prayed and thanked. The path here was gruesome, but it was worth it. The sound of her child's voice among the Gods was well worth it. She said a silent prayer 'Bless my child with greatness. Make Tywin regret what he did to us.'

They sat there for a while longer. Tysha was covered back up and lifted by Hodor. She fought to keep herself awake. She needed to bathe and look after Trina before she slept. She didn't want the babe to leave her sight.

But deep down Tysha knew she had nothing to fear when it came to Trina. The Gods walked with her.

Thanks for reading. Please R&R.