After an enjoyable evening in the Street of Bread, and buying enough to satisfy her own sweet tooth, as well as those of Alysanne and Alis, Weiss finally returned to the Gold Keep just before the sun kissed the horizon. It was a palace within the city sitting on the tallest hill, with high walls and a small moat surrounding the property. Should the drawbridge be raised, it should be able to withstand a siege within a siege, or serve as a place to make a final stand.

That had rarely happened, Lannisport itself was protected by a ring of mighty walls, each high and strong. With the well trained guardsmen of the City Watch, and the presence of Father's household knights and personal men-at-arms, only a fool would dare attack the largest city in the Westerlands. That wasn't even considering the nearby presence of Casterly Rock, and all of the knights that Tywin Lannister could raise with the simple ring of a bell, or a letter by raven. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry, so Weiss manipulated Ser Tylan into informing Father about the rare Ironborn sightings.

"Did you enjoy your outing with your Father?" Mother was in the middle of combing Weiss' long, white hair. It was comforting, having the same features she had in her last life, same eyes, hair and facial features. Though, Weiss did have to admit that she missed the scar that the Arma Gigas gave her over her left eye. It made her look tough, intimidating, and was the only imperfection that she allowed on her face. Seeing Jacque's reaction to the scar made the pain worth it.

"It was lovely." Weiss chirped. Having a Mother that was actually present and not spending her time in the bottom of a bottle was nice and comforting, even if she did look exactly like Willow. "Though, I do wish the docks smelled like the apple cakes Father bought me, and not rotting fish."

Mother hummed as she continued running the expensive Myrish comb through Weiss' silky hair. They were in the young heiress' room, the only light coming from the fireplace and the various candles that were specifically placed around the room to get the most out of them. "The docks are the lifeblood of Lannisport, Sweetling, but I am also tired of that rotting stench. Still, you should be thankful Lannisport doesn't smell like Kings Landing, or Hull."

As a Velayron, Mother grew up in Castle Driftmark near the Narrow Sea on the other side of Westeros. Hull was the largest town that sat on the island of Driftmark, and had been her Mother's home until her marriage to Father. It was an arranged marriage, likely to gain House Velayeon's history into the Lannister line, even if they weren't as rich or powerful as they had been under the Sea Snake or the Oakenfist. Members of House Velayron had married into the royal family under Targaryen rule, and had been dragon riders before the fearsome beast became extinct. That was such a shame, Weiss would've liked to have been able to see a dragon that wasn't a creature of Grimm. Admittedly, almost anyone would, they were magnificent beasts, from all accounts.

"Do you miss Driftmark, Mother?" Weiss asked, changing the conversation. Lord Monford Velayron was Weiss' uncle, not that she had ever met the man. Everything that she knew about him came from the stories Mother would share, and that he had the same shade of hair as they did, albeit with the purple eyes of a Valyrian.

"I used to, back when I was first married to your Father." Mother admitted. She finished combing Weiss' hair, allowing the now younger girl to turn her head to look at her Mother. Ceria Lannister was still pretty, she had given birth to Weiss at a young age, far younger than a woman from Remnant would. "My home was in the Narrow Sea, it was all I had ever known."

"What changed?" Weiss continued as Mother cupped her cheek with a soft hand. Her skin was cool to the touch, yet it felt warm at the same time, and loving. She hoped Willow and Whitley managed to get to safety, before she fell in battle.

"I had you." Mother said softly. She pressed a kiss to Weiss' forehead. It made her feel warm inside. "You are my daughter, wherever you are is my home, and I learned to love your Father, as hard-headed as he is."

Sweet, but cliche. It was kinda cute if Weiss waa being honest. She pulled her Mother into a tight hug, one that the older woman easily returned. She missed hugs, actually positive body contact with anyone, really.

"I believe it is Lady Peckledon's turn to keep you company tonight." Mother murmured into the top of Weiss' head, speaking into her hair. Alysanne and Alis switched every other day, their rooms right beside Weiss'. It was just like having a sleepover, not that she'd ever had one before Beacon.

"It is." Weiss smiled. They would remain her companions until their families called them home, likely to marry them off to another lord or heir. As the daughter of a knightly house, Alis' pickings would be slim, likely married off to some landed knight, or if she was lucky, the third or fourth son of a lordly house. Alysanne on the other hand, as heiress to the Golden Tooth, must've had dozens if not hundreds of suitors lining up to win her favor. Still not as many as Weiss would have, but still impressive on her own. Maybe she could do Alis a favor, find her a more suitable candidate for marriage?

"I'll have one of the servants send her in." Mother pressed another kiss to Weiss' cheek. She smelled like honey and lavender, a refreshing breeze from the heat and humidity of the world. "Sleep well, my Sweetling."

Weiss wrapped her arms around her Mother once more, her sapphire eyes slightly glazing over with restrained tears. "I will, Mother."

She loved her new family.

Weiss awoke to the sound of someone loudly banging on the heavy wooden door to her room. The knocking was heavy, and rapid, so not a servant or her Mother, no, this was something urgent. Groaning softly and shooting the door a sharp glare, Weiss rubbed her eyes slowly and untangled herself from Peckledon.

"Mmm, I shall answer the door, Lady Weiss." Alis said sleepily, her voice more a murmur. She slowly sat up, pulling the expensive silk bed sheets and blanket off of the two of them. Alis slid on her slippers, and made her way to the door.

"This better be important." Weiss said softly, her eyes drifting to the nightstand beside her bed, a small candle providing just the barest hint of light. A letter opener was sitting beside the candle, the metal gleaming in the light. She grabbed it without another word, hiding it in the sleeve of her night gown, and followed the slightly taller girl.

Alis undid the block of wood that held the door shut from the inside, allowing it to creak open just a sliver. It was Ser Tylan, with a grim expression on his face. He was wearing light chains over boiled leather instead of his usual plate armor. A frightened Alysanne stood behind him, still in her nightgown, flanked by two armored men-at-arms in red cloaks. Weiss could see that the men-at-arms had their backs to the door, keeping a firm eye on the corridor in either direction, their short swords out of their sheaths.

"What is the meaning of this, Ser Tylan?" Weiss demanded. What had happened while she was asleep? Alis was shaking, opening the door even wider to let Ser Tylan see inside the room.

"Come with me, my Ladies." Ser Tylan's normal warm voice was gone, and was now gruff and dark. "I must take all three of you to safety, and secure your Lady Mother."

What?

"W-What's happening?" Alis stuttered, leaning against the doorframe for support, all the sleep in her voice disappearing in an instant.

"The Greyjoys." Ser Tylan narrowed his eyes, his hand resting on the pommel of his longsword. "The Ironborn are attacking as we speak." He met Weiss' shocked eyes. "Your Lord Father is gathering men to lead a counter attack. Word has already been sent to Casterly Rock."

Weiss felt her breathing quicken, even as she tried her best to calm herself. She should've prepared herself better, she was the one who implied that something was afoot to Ser Tylan just hours before. Time seemed to have slowed for just a few seconds before Weiss started to move. She ran in the direction of the balcony that was attached to her room, which would offer her a clear view of the rest of Lannisport, and the docks.

"My Lady!"

"Lady Weiss!"

Weiss heard Ser Tylan and Alysanne yell, but she paid them no mind. Using her aura to enhance the meager strength of a girl who had only seen seven namedays, Weiss pushed the doors to the balcony with ease. A chill instantly went down her spine, and it wasn't from the cold night breeze. In the pure darkness of Lannisport, wisp of flames reached into the air, smoke doing little to hide the vibrant orange. She didn't need to use her aura to enhance her eyes to see what was happening.

The Lannister fleet was engulfed in flames, along with a majority of the docks. From her vantage point, Weiss would see countless smaller flames, no doubt torches, running into the streets of Lannisport. Weiss swore she could hear screaming in the distance, men shouting, swords clashing, all of it. Suddenly she was reminded of the Fall of Beacon, her home again burning to the ground in front of her eyes.

"My Lady." Weiss felt Ser Tylan gently grab her shoulder. "We must meet up with the guards escorting Lady Ceria, it'd be easier to defend all of you if we choose a more defensive position."

It was natural for him to be worried, even in a castle as fortified as the Gold Keep, they didn't want to risk any daring Ironborn raiders attempting to assault them. Weiss felt thankful for the sharp letter opener that she had hidden in her sleeves, and gave the old knight a single nod, still staring at the burning fleet. "Very well."

Weiss could already smell the blood in the air.

A/N

The Greyjoy Rebellion has arrived! Been waiting to write certain scenes since the first chapter, certain twists and turns. It's been fun so far, these chapters have been coming out longer than I had expected.

Night_Stalker and I hope the story has been enjoyable so far.