Weiss

The months after the tourney passed by slowly, yet they all felt like a blur in the end. As Mother's stomach grew bigger and bigger, Weiss threw herself into her lessons, physical and mental. She spent her mornings in the training yard, defeating squire and the one or two knights that thought to show her the meaning of defeat. All of them failed and Weiss gave them the opportunity to taste the dirt. Her midday meals were spent with Alysanne and Alis, gossiping and complaining about their upcoming afternoon lessons with Septa Loria and Maester Harmune. Those were often the most boring parts of the day, memorizing the sigils of important houses and a brief excerpt of their history, but Weiss did it all in the end. If she could survive Professor Port's class and pass with the best grades out of the first years back at Beacon, then a maester and a septa should be easy enough to handle.

Ser Cedric Payne replaced Ser Robart as Weiss' new shadow. It was ironic really, Lord Tywin had a Payne serving him at one point, and now Weiss had one of her own, even though he was an idiot. Instead of joining the other knights and squires in the training yard, Ser Cedric spent his time sleeping in and flirting with the kitchen maids. Admittedly, she wasn't expecting miracles from the man, but some common sense was to be expected at least. It made her wish Uncle Aurane had won, who had sulked back to Dragonstone with Lord Stannis after his defeat in the melee. Uncle Aurane left without a word, though Weiss did manage to convince Mother and Father to allow her to write a letter to both of her uncles, once a month.

Only Uncle Monford had responded so far, which Weiss appreciated. Lord Stannis had left him in command of a small portion of the Royal Fleet to guard King's Landing during Balon Greyjoy's rebellion. He had pretty handwriting, which made Weiss suspect it was his wife that was writing the responses. She would find out once she visited in the future, when Weiss was older.

Weiss pressed her lips together as another of her Mother's blood curdling screams echoed through the halls of the Maester's Tower. She swore it sounded like Mother being murdered, but she knew better. Mother had gone into labor a few hours ago, when her water broke just before they broke their fast. Father had wished for her to spend the day with Alysanne and Alis until more time had passed, yet Weiss wasn't going to abandon her Mother, not again. She'd missed the birth of Whitley, she wasn't going to miss the birth of her new sibling.

Ser Cedric's tanned face turned pale every hour and with every scream it looked like he was slowly turning green. He leaned against the wall besides the comfortable chair that Weiss had a servant bring for her. They were in the hallway, just outside the birthing room door where Father, Mother, Maester Harmune and a few other nurses remained busy. Weiss never would've guessed that her new sworn sword would've had a weak stomach, not with how he slammed his sword hilt onto the back of Uncle Aurane's great-helm. But she supposed it was a matter of perspective. Some men could lose arms and not even whimper, but would faint at the prospect of being given a shot.

"Would you like to enter, Ser Cedric?" Weiss drawled, narrowing her eyes at the taller man who was struggling to hold in his lunch. "I'm sure a knight such as yourself would enjoy such a battlefield."

"Tis no battlefield, my Lady." Ser Cedric answered breathlessly. He was wobbling and had weak knees now.

"A woman's battlefield is in the birthing chamber." At least in this world. Back on Remnant, men and women were equals, not just broodmares to breed. Not even her father was that misogynist. Admittedly, that was mostly due to the fact if it got out, all hell would've broken loose on him. Most of the squires here were starting to learn the hard way, after Weiss would beat them bloody in their spars. Robert Brax in particular kept challenging her, and she swore at least one of his friends had fainted upon seeing her walk towards the sparring yard.

"As you say, m-my Lady." Ser Cedric swallowed the bile in his throat and pinched the bridge of his nose. It seemed he would have to learn the hard way. Once Mother was recovered from childbirth, Weiss would make sure Ser Cedric joined her in the training yard, and not as an escort..

Another scream escaped from the room and into the rest of the tower. Weiss was worried of course, with such rudimentary medical knowledge, childbirth here was even more dangerous than back on Remnant. If something happened to Mother, Weiss didn't want to be rushing from the other side of the Gold Keep. And then she still had to worry about the gender of her new sibling.

A boy would unravel all of her plans, and Weiss' position as heir to Lannisport would surely be taken away, it was the way of the world. Lord Tywin would likely try to marry her off again as soon as possible should that happen, and there weren't any wars on the horizon for a betrothed to die in. If she was being honest, Weiss wanted a little sister, one that she could treat well to make up for all of the mistakes she had made in the past, in another life. Of course, at the same time, they assumed they lived long enough to be a factor. Infant mortality was a serious issue in this time, after all.

She lost track of time, stuck in her thoughts about the past, present and future. Weiss was pulled from reminiscing about the time Winter had first demonstrated her Semblance in front of her,when the door to the birthing room creaked open, revealing Father's tired face. At that moment, he didn't look like the Lord of Lannisport. His eyes had heavy bags beneath them, and the white silk shirt he wore was drenched in sweat and with a few drops of blood. Father gave her a kind smile as she heard the cries of a baby emanate from behind him.

Weiss' eyes widened slowly as she sat up from her chair, not even bothering to smooth her skirt. Mother's screams and yelps of pain had been replaced by the cries of a baby and what she swore sounded like cooing. Ser Cedric looked away, to avoid ruining their moment. He already had orders to stay outside, orders which he seemed very keen to obey for once.

"You have a sister, Weiss." Father said, his voice tired and aged from the ordeal, even though he had been just a witness. He extended a hand, which she took as Father led her into the room. Maester Harmune was washing his hands with a bucket of warm water, his robes filthy with Mother's birthing blood and other fluids. His female attendants continued working, with one wiping the sweat off of Mother's brow as she held a bundle of the finest silk in her arms. Her normally pale skin was red and drenched in sweat.

"Weiss, Sweetling." Mother said softly, trying to not wake up her new sister. "Come, meet your little sister."

Weiss did so, remaining silent as the baby's cries sounded like an orchestra that infiltrated her ears. Mother smiled as she looked down at the bundle. She unwrapped it slightly, and held the baby at an angle for Weiss to see. Her little sister had the pale skin of the Velayron, but her hair was all Lannister. Light yellow hair decorated her head like the fuzz of a peach from the Reach. Weiss was sure that behind her closed eyelids were the green eyes of her Father. Her sister was going to grow up as a beauty, possibly even more so than Weiss.

"What is her name?" Weiss asked, looking up at her Father who stood beside her, one of his hands on her shoulder.

"Rosamund, Rosamund Lannister." Father answered. Mother nodded slowly, her strength zapped from the ordeal.

"Rosamund." The name easily left Weiss' lips. It caused the ends of her full lips to curl upwards in a smile. She was a big sister once again, and unlike last time, she vowed to do better. History would not repeat itself, not here. Not with her.

It was a pretty name.

Blake

Blake liked Dragonstone. That was a strange and queer opinion to have, especially for a girl her age. Sure, it wasn't her family home back in Kuo Kuana, but it was still an exciting place to grow up in. An actual castle, straight out of her books, but she wasn't living in just any castle. It was Dragonstone, where the mad Targaryeans had launched their campaign of subjugation onto Westeros. The place dripped with history, be it from the Painted Table to the statues of dragons and other mythical creatures that were long extinct. She had grown to love her new home, even after her memories of a past life started to return.

For countless knights after a powerful storm, Blake was incapable of sleeping. Whenever she closed her eyes, flashes, memories and thoughts of a past life returned to her. The pain, the nightmares, they all soon stopped once Mother used her book of spells, and Blake learned to stop fighting the memories, and embraced them instead. She saw the world in a different way after that. Now six name days old, Blake appreciated her hard Father and rather weird Mother more than she had before. Stannis Baratheon and Malora Hightower had nearly the opposite personalities, yet they still somewhat got along much to Blake's surprise. Sure, they weren't Ghira and Kali, but they loved her and each other all the same. Blake still missed them, along with the rest of Team RWBY.

She sat on the ledge of a high tower, her amber eyes staring out towards the sea. Father was due to arrive any day now, after smashing the Greyjoy Fleet at Fair Isle. Yet, no one would sing any songs dedicated to him, or praise him for having done his duty. The singers were already singing the praises of King Robert and Lord Eddard Stark, but they all remained silent about the one who made it all possible. It left a bad taste in Blake's mouth. She had never been a singer, that was Weiss' specialty.

The white haired huntress had an amazing voice, with a vocal range that allowed her to sing opera and heavy rock in a single song. Such music didn't exist here, and Blake missed it greatly, but she still made due with what she had.

"High in the halls of the kings who are gone." Blake sang off tune. The sound of the wind and the seagulls chirping would be her orchestra. "Jenny would dance with her ghost." She was sure the seagulls sang better than her, she must sound like a screeching cat. "The ones she had lost and ones she had found, and the ones who had loved her the most."

Hours passed as Blake skipped her lessons with Maester Cressen, simply finding the best spots to climb on the Stone Drum and the Windwyrm to gaze out at the horizon. The old maester was busy tending to Mother, who had given birth to another child, a daughter named Shireen. Blake was uncertain how to feel about this new development. Back in Remnant, she'd been an only child. Not for lack of trying on her parents' part, but she supposed there was a reason why Kali had joked about always wanting a litter when she'd been told about her Team. Blake continued to ruin her favorite song, when suddenly shapes started to appear on the horizon. Blake focused her vision, using her newly unlocked aura to get a better look.

It was the Fury, Father's flagship, that rushed ahead of the other ships from the Royal Fleet. Soon, Father and kindly Ser Davos would return home. While it was a bit improper of her, she viewed him as an uncle, a bit more so than her biological ones. She didn't like the jokes Uncle Robert and Uncle Renly made about Father, Renly's were the worst though. Robert at least had the balls to do it to his face, but Renly did it couched in smiles, behind his back. And after Father had nearly died for him during the Siege, no less. Father was an honest and blunt man in a world full of liars and ambitious men, Weiss would've liked him. Yang would've hated him with a passion. Her growing smile quickly disappeared at the memories she shared with the beautiful blonde huntress.

She missed Yang.

It took a half-day for the Fury to arrive. With Mother still weak from having just given birth a few days before, and kept in bed by Maester Cressen to avoid any issues, it fell to Blake to greet her father at the dock. She would've volunteered for the duty either way. Honestly, she owed Weiss an apology once she found the girl again. It was very evident she'd been raised fairly informally in Menagerie, for all the jokes about being the Ninja Princess Yang had cracked, she never truly got the duties a upper class family had to endure.

Dale and Allard Seaworth joined her, alongside a handful of Father's household guards, since it would nearly be dark by the time the Fury docked. Thankfully, it did give Blake enough time to bathe and change into a yellow dress with black horizontal stripes. Uncle Garth stood beside her, befitting his position as Castellion of Dragonstone in Father's absence. He was a strong man, and had earned the nickname of Greysteel when he competed in tourneys.

"Gods know I wish I could've gone." Uncle Garth said under his breath. He was kind to her, despite the rumors that the color of Blake's eyes are due to the spells her Mother casted while she was still in the womb. Not that she could blame him on a logical perspective, the Baratheon look was fairly distinctive, and amber eyes certainly stood out from it. If he had gone with Father, the Greysteel likely would've tried preventing Auntie Lynesse from marrying some poor Northern lord. Based on Uncle Garth's and Mother's stories, the weather of Oldtown could never compete with the freezing cold that was the North.

Still, who was Blake to stop true love? She certainly had a few of her own regrets, Blake took too long in telling a certain blonde how she felt. Now she would never have the chance to tell Yang how she truly felt, and was now stuck in a backwards land. Blake bit the inside of her cheek, allowing her blank and neutral face to remain solid just as the Fury docked, with sailors and men-at-arms scurrying about.

Soon, a gangplank descended from the top deck of the Fury, and a large yet familiar man descended. Father looked like he lost a few pounds during the campaign, though it might've been the pitch black leather jerkin he wore that had the royal Baratheon sigil sewn on as the only sign of his rank. Blake had done that work herself, and it made her proud to see Father wear it regardless of how crooked and misshaped it appeared to her eyes. If she still had her ears, she was sure they would've flinched and pressed themselves flat against her skull. She missed them. It was so weird not being able to hear people coming from so far away, but also a relief. People said having enhanced senses was great, right up until they had to hear or see something. Could've been worse though, an old playmate of hers had a snake's tongue. Nothing worse than being able to taste an awful stench as well as smelling it according to them.

Father had barely stepped on solid ground when Blake started to move. She threw herself into his arms in a rather unladylike way. Father grabbed her awkwardly, he wasn't used to being touched still, even after years of raising her.

"I missed you Father." Blake said as he awkwardly returned her hug. She heard Ser Davos stifle a giggle behind her Father. She was fairly certain the sailors around her were also snickering, or at least better at concealing their joy at watching Father be welcomed home.

"I did as well." Father said gruffly, she knew that he meant it. Whatever his faults, he was honest to a T. "Come, I must meet your sister."

Blake gave him a small smile as she looked up at the man who looked like a giant at her height. Was this how Weiss viewed the world? Suddenly things made a bit more sense now. "Okay, Father."

She would do anything to protect her new family.

A/N

Time for the timeskips and interludes