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Chapter 8

The sound of food being devoured accompanied with soft child-like giggles was the announcement of a certain white-haired girl's entertainment. There, Galadriel was, in her room in the old castle of Winterfell, enjoying a peaceful night. Or rather, day. Galadriel has spent the entire night reading a comic, one of many she had in her inventory. It was one way to spend the time when she didn't have much to do. Galadriel would admit that sneaking during the night to steal the roasted chicken and potatoes was rather fun, especially the part where she ate it all.

Yet, it was time to go on with the day and see what else was in store for her.

Galadriel smiled, noticing the sun's light entering her room. She returned her comic back to her inventory and cleaned the mess she made. A winter gown was ready for her, a beautiful one at that. A gift from no one else but Galadriel's grandfather. The Old Lion of the Rock. Galadriel noticed the colors. Red and Gold. The Lannisters color a message to everyone who tried to deny her blood. Or, maybe, and that's just a thought. The Old Lion was trying to woo her loyalty to the Lannister instead of the Baratheons or Targaryen. A clever man, Tywin Lannister was, Galadriel could see it.

"My grandfather loves me, or well, as much as he loves something," Galadriel chuckled, touching the beautiful gown. "I can't still fathom feeling so cherished by people. It's so weird."

Galadriel sighed but had to smile at the recent events. After a few years of monotony, now things were slowly moving. The many plots were going to be pushed to change the course of her supposed marriage. Galadriel knew it wouldn't happen. Not only was it a year from now, but her mother, the Queen. Her grandfather, Tywin Lannister, LittleFinger, Varys, Olenna Tyrell, and many more wanted a piece of her. They all wanted her hand in marriage for multiple reasons.

Galadriel was incredibly excited about it. She felt butterflies in her stomach like a child on a Christmas day. She couldn't wait to see all of their faces when their plots didn't go according to plan. Their looks of despair, of madness when their fantasy world comes crashing down. Galadriel's sadistic side was coming to life again. It was one of the reasons it made her acting as an innocent and naive princess worth it in the end. Everyone thought she was gullible and easy to control. But that's wrong, very much wrong.

"What's going to be the turning point, mm?" Galadriel hummed. "Who's going to be the first one to add fuel to the fire?"

Galadriel wondered out loud, hoping it won't take long before such a day arrived.

"My princess, the Queen is here."

Galadriel heard the voice of Mya behind the door and had to focus on putting on the face of the beloved princess she's known for.

"I'm awake," Galadriel called, knowing full well that her mother did not want to waste time turning the idea of marriage away from her mind. Galadriel even expected Cersei to poison her mind to create a rift between Ned's Stark oldest son and her. Not that there was any relationship between them, to begin with, but that's the Queen doing her thing. Creating imaginary foes in her mind.

Cersei entered the room, just like many times before. The maids behind her also approached her, not asking her anything, just getting a warm bath for her.

"Prepare the bath for my daughter. The gown my father gifted her too, she needs to look her best today," Cersei said, although Galadriel could already hear the disdain in her voice.

"Good morning, mother," Galadriel said, gently kissing her mother's cheek.

"The same to you, my dear," Cersei asked. "How did you sleep at night?"

Cersei spoke, sneering at her daughter's bed, not liking what she saw. It wasn't like the ones at King's Landing with feathers imported from Essos. Made with the most expensive cloth. The Queen couldn't even sleep properly. Not only because she was raging mad about Robert's antics during the welcoming feast. But the sheets of her bed were so stiff and uncomfortable.

These Northerner savages can't even have proper beds. Brutes, all of them. How do they expect to take care of my daughter's needs? Cersei hissed internally.

"My body was tired after such a long time traveling. I didn't even notice when I fell asleep," Galadriel replied innocently. Slowly getting undressed, not really bothering how the Queen stared at her, as she submerged her body into the water.

"You're a woman now," Cersei muttered softly. Galadriel could hear the melancholy in her mother's voice.

In this world, I am still technically fourteen years old. But I am not a child. I never had to chance for such a thing. Galadriel thought while the servant girl started to wash her body. No one was paying attention to how Galadriel's royal behavior matched the current setting. Galadriel's body language showed nothing but serenity and dominance over all of them. Even her mother, the Queen. But because they only know her as a pure heart and gullible of them suspected that she was already showing her Empress's behavior to them. How Galadriel wanted to be treated, and she didn't even need to say anything.

Galadriel raised her long and lascivious legs. The servant girls started to massage her thighs and clean them from filth immediately. Another of the servant girls began to clean Galadriel's nails meticulously. One rubbed Galadriel's shoulder after a long night's sleep, hoping her massage was doing her princess good. A golden brush made of Lion's bones also took care of her long white hair. Why? Because Galadriel could. The poor servant girl tried her best since that hairbrush cost more than her family combined.

Still, no one saw what they were doing. It was so intricate on servant girls by this point. They felt it was only natural for them to treat the princess better than the Queen, and Cersei even agreed on a subconsciously level.

"A beautiful woman," Cersei added. "You should be careful not being alone, especially here."

Galadriel rolled her eyes. "You don't like the North?" Galadriel asked, feigning cluelessness. "I think it is beautiful."

"As if," Cersei whispered, knowing not a word would get out of this room. "This place is cold, stink, and sheets are stiff."

Galadriel kept her smile down. It was hilarious hearing Cersei speak like a child.

"This is not a place for you," Cersei said, finally trying to get Galadriel to her side. "What do you think about your betrothed? Ned Stark's son?"

"I don't know," Galadriel muttered softly. "He's... quite handsome."

Galadriel added, and the reason for that was to see the face of her mother. It didn't disappoint. Cersei's face transformed into one of pure horror.

"Handsome?" Cersei muttered with worries. Galadriel felt terrible for making fun of her mother in such a way. She didn't want to give her a heart attack. But it was too much fun.

"Y-yeah, I think so," Galadriel hid her smirk behind her hands as she coughed, hiding her amusement away. "But I don't know him still. So, I can't say more about it."

"I see, but you need to force anything, remember. Robb Stark is a man and wants only one thing," Cersei said softly. "Don't think twice if you don't want to marry him. Tell me, my dear."

"But father has already told me I am to marry him," Galadriel replied, showing her unease, face number 23. One of many expressions she has practiced so far.

Cersei saw an opportunity given her by Galadriel herself and approached it. Cersei took her daughter's hand and clutched it gently.

"I'll do everything to stop it, don't worry about it. One letter to your grandfather and everything will stop," Cersei muttered. "You could stay at King's Landing with me. You don't have to worry about anything."

Controlling too much? Mother, you're showing too much to me. Galadriel guessed Tywin would push a candidate for her to marry. Or something else. Cersei didn't know that the Old Lion had his own plans for his granddaughter. Galadriel knew it. Olenna Tyrell knew it. Everyone else did it as well, except for Cersei. It was the reason Galadriel felt rather sad about her mother's plottings. If it wasn't for the gold Cersei obtained from her father or daughter's bank. The Queen would have nothing.

"You think so?" Galadriel added, and Cersei smiled, caressing her child's cheek.

"Don't worry about it. Let your mother take care of you."

Galadriel rolled her eyes but decided to just play along. But, I'll give her that. Cersei has something no other person has. Not even my grandfather. Her viciousness and arrogance could take anyone off guard. Even me, if I am honest.

Galadriel would keep playing her role, perhaps. Soon, things would become more amusing.

Robb Stark sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He has chosen the best-looking outfit, much to his dismay. But, he truly needed to impress the princess.

"She's gorgeous," Robb muttered, trying to adjust his shirt collar.

"Robb?" Catelyn entered the room quietly and smiled brightly at her son's attire.

"How do I look?" Robb muttered. "Do I look decent enough for her royal highness?"

"Don't speak like that, especially in front of the queen," Catelyn whispered. "You must be careful."

"I know," Robb replied. "She doesn't look like a good person."

Catelyn chuckled at it but agreed that it was a fair statement. "She can be dangerous. She's a Lannister. And you know, their family history."

Catelyn whispered, helping her son to adjust his blouse.

"The princess doesn't look to be like her," Robb said and witnessed the smile of his mother.

"I hear she's quite the person. Kind and good-hearted. Nothing like her mother," Catelyn spoke softly. "And she's to be your wife and future mother of your children."

"My wife," Robb muttered slowly. "Her hair is white like snow, and her eyes... they are mesmerizing."

Catelyn rolled her eyes, noticing how much like Sansa, her son was behaving. Yet, it was cute to see her son act in such a manner. Truth be told, she felt a lot better about Robb marrying the princess than she felt about Sansa's engagement with the crown prince.

"The princess is gentle, Robb. You need to treat her as such," Catelyn expressed carefully. "Don't let people think otherwise."

"I know," Robb added earnestly.

Catelyn smiled at her son, knowing full well. He'll treat her as she deserved. "You're going to spend the day with her. I guess you're going to miss the hunting trip with your father and the king."

Robb sighed but decided it was for the best. "I think it's for the best, right?"

"You saw the king yesterday. I doubt this hunting trip would last long with him... doing the hunting."

Catelyn joked, remembering the enormous belly of the king. It was rather impressive, if she was honest. But, as she was smiling about the king. Catelyn recalled the letter she received last night. The horrible news from her sister wrote in that letter. Catelyn looked at her son, still deep in thought, dreaming about the princess. Yet, it didn't make her feel any better. If the Lannister indeed planned the death of Jon Arryn, then Ned's life would be in danger. And while Robb would be safe in the North. It was Sansa, the one Catelyn was worried about.

Catelyn then was attacked by sudden thoughts. What if the princess is in danger too? Could this be the reason why Robert wanted to send him away? Catelyn couldn't see the end goal of the plot lay before her. It didn't matter if she was right or wrong. What mattered was that Catelyn understood that her family could be in danger.

"Mother, what's wrong?" Robb asked, confused by his mother's sudden silence.

"Nothing," Catelyn replied. "Just... happy and melancholy that my son has grown so much."

"Mother, please, don't start with that," Robb whined, earning a chuckle from Catelyn.

"Now, don't waste time here, making the princess wait. It's dangerous."

Robb only smirked, and both took off, ready to meet the most beautiful girl in all Seven Kingdoms. Yet, he didn't notice Catelyn's worried face behind him. There was something that was making Catelyn feel so unnerved, on edge. She could only pray to the Gods that it was just her paranoia.

Galadriel sighed, breathing the fresh air of the Northern morning. Even though the castle was on the edge of collapse, in her humble opinion. It still offered some sort of feeling of wonder, of mistic that King's Landing never had. If she had been reborn as a Stark. Galadriel would have made Winterfell the most extraordinary castle of all Westeros. But that's just her thoughts.

"This is such a beautiful place," Galadriel muttered, not paying attention to the people looking at her in awe. Not only because of her magnificence and lascivious body. But because of how she seems to inspect every wall and tower. A rather funny scene for many.

"Nothing would be as beautiful as you, my princess," Arianne replied seductively as Margaery hugged Galadriel's arm, giggling softly.

"My dear, Arianne truly loves Winterfell, isn't she?" The Tyrell flower added, earning a hissing glare from the Martell snake.

"Nothing is more beautiful as my princess," Arianne added, aggravated. Hugging Galadriel's free arm, she made sure she exposed her large breast were visible to the princess. "She's more gorgeous than anything in my life."

Galadriel rolled her eyes. She could see Arianne's shivering body because of the cold. Still, it seems the Martell princess would risk a common cold before losing her more ground to any of the princess pretenders. Significantly the Tyrell rose.

These two are not clowns but an entire circus. Galadriel thought, amused by how the two interact with each other.

"Well, I think Winterfell is beautiful," Galadriel said, deciding to ignore both of them. It was funnier that way.

"Don't you think, Mya, Gendry?" Galadriel asked, witnessing the glares Mya was giving everyone around them and how Gendry was showing his best Baratheon's angry face.

"Yes, wonderful place," Mya whispered.

"Old and cold, just like I thought the North would be," Gendry added hissingly.

"What's with the two of you?" Galadriel asked, amused.

"Nothing, your highness," both of them replied.

"Charming, the both of you are charming," Galadriel drawled with a scoff.

Mya and Gendry allowed themselves to smile but kept their face stone cold. Galadriel's attention was brought to a certain black-haired boy hitting a dummy with the fury of a madman.

"He looks rather angry," Galadriel said, but there was something rather odd with the boy. He looked not older than Gendry, perhaps a year or two younger, maybe a bit more. But he looked familiar. Galadriel swore there was something off in him. Yet, she couldn't really explain it.

"He looks like a man who hasn't had a good shagging in a while," Arianne replied amusingly.

"Whore," Mya droned quietly.

"Who's that?" Galadriel asked, deciding again to ignore them.

"Jon Snow," Galadriel turned around and saw Robb Stark with a soft smile, standing there, proudly showing his elegant clothes.

"My half-brother," he added with a gentle tone. There wasn't hatred or disgust in his voice. Which surprised Galadriel since she knew how well bastards were treated across Westeros.

"A bastard?" Gendry muttered. "I didn't know. Ned Stark had a bastard."

"Gendry," Mya hissed as Galadriel glared at both of them.

"I hate that word, you know this," Galadriel told Gendry, who coughed awkwardly.

"Sorry, your highness," Gendry replied.

"Sorry, my lord, my half-siblings lack touch," Galadriel replied, smiling softly, offering her hand to Robb, who kissed it gently.

"No offense taken, my princess. If I am being honest, I am the one surprised," Robb said, staring at both Mya and Gendry. The oldest son of Ned Stark felt somewhat intimidated by both of them. Gendry was tall and even underneath the silver armor. The muscles were visible. He looked capable of holding the Warhammer he was carrying on his back with one hand without a problem. But Robb expected it since Gendry was Robert Baratheon's bastard.

Father did tell me how muscular and brawny Robert was in their youth. Maybe, Gendry looked like him.

Robb thought, looking at the girl next to him. Mya was the tallest woman Robb had ever seen. Her short black hair and those blue eyes showed a peculiar attractiveness. But she still looked capable of breaking a men's neck with her bare hands.

"Don't worry about them, my lord," Galadriel said, smiling at the face of Robb Stark. She knew what he was thinking. It was clear as day. "They won't hurt you unless you wish harm upon me."

"That's never going to happen, my princess," Robb replied quickly, feeling the glares of both half-siblings. As well as those two gorgeous ladies next to the Galadriel.

"Good!" Galadriel exclaimed. "Can you introduce me to your brother?" The princess felt mischievous, so she decided to hug Robb's arm like a lady would and rejoiced in the reactions of everyone there. Mya and Arianne seemed to have a seizure of sorts. Gendry looked utterly revolted and concerned. Margaery seemed to be in overdrive as if her head was trying to think of millions of plots. Anything that would give her an advantage.

Oh, the wonders of stupidity.

Galadriel thought with joy. A good thing this kid is relatively handsome. Otherwise, it would have been quite challenging for me to keep a straight face without feeling disgusted. Well, I still feel somewhat sick, but not that much.

Galadriel took a deep breath, trying to portray herself as she would always do.

"As you wish, my princess," Robb replies softly with a big smile.

Robb walked across the courtyard with the princess next to him. Embracing his arm, and felt like the luckiest man in the world. However, the same couldn't be said about what Galadriel was feeling.

Ugh, think about Mya's abs! Think about Mya's abs. Think about Mya's abs!

Galadriel cried in her mind as she held Robb's arm close. It wasn't as if she hated men. Not at all. She never had any good experience with them since her father and abusive boss. Galadriel just felt wrong. It wasn't something she could accept.

Thankfully, the trip wasn't long, and soon they reached where Jon Snow was still beating the living crap out of the dummy.

"Snow!" Robb called. "Your highness wishes to meet you."

Jon stopped practicing and stared at the beauty that was Galadriel.

"My princess, what can I do for you?" Jon stuttered nervously.

"I just wanted to meet Robb's brother. We are going to be family after all," Galadriel said, cringing at every word. "And also, I wanted to know, why weren't you at the welcoming feast?"

Jon cringed, feeling already uncomfortable.

"Lady Stark thought it would bring great shame if Ned's Stark bastard were there."

Galadriel frowned and, for the looks of it. Robb seemed uncomfortable hearing that. However, Galadriel, as much as she disliked it, understood the reasoning behind Catelyn Stark's bitterness. Raising another woman's child, especially coming from infidelity, wasn't easy. It requires a certain level of composure, acceptance, and, more importantly, as corny as it may sound, love. Catelyn Stark didn't have it in her to do such a thing. Does it make her an evil person? Galadriel doubts it. Lady Stark was just a human woman and nothing more.

"Does she treat you bad?" Galadriel asked gently. Jon was somewhat baffled by the question asked by the princess. No one has ever asked something like that, not even Lord Stark. Jon just looked around, uneasy.

"She's... Lady Stark doesn't mistreat me, your highness. Mostly, she ignores me," Jon replied.

Galadriel hummed, noticing the Direwolf around the Stark children. That's a detail she has paid close attention to. Those creatures followed them closely, and they may seem like pets. Galadriel knows about the supposedly mythic Blood of the First Men. About the Stark's magic. Somewhat the legends about the North. Galadriel wondered if there was a chance that magic may still be alive somewhere in Westeros. She hasn't felt anything remotely magical, but she could always hope.

"But, that will change," Jon said. "I'll join the Night's Watch. So, that would be better for all of us."

"The Night's Watch?" Arianne whispered with a somewhat mocking tone. "Those rapists and thieves?"

Now, Robb and Jon looked offended by those words. "The men of the Night's Watch have guarded the Realm of Men for thousands of years. It's an elite force," Robb declared, not liking the mocking scowl on Arianne's face.

"Oh, yeah, against witches and demons!" Arianne replied. "You truly believe such nonsenses?"

Robb and Jon were about to defend the North's pride before they could. Galadriel spoke with a surprisingly loud voice.

"Enough, Arianne," Galadriel said, and Margaery could see, just for a second, those glittering golden eyes glaring at the Martell's princess. It was such a cold gaze. It took Tyrell's flower by astonishment. Then, as soon as that glare came, it disappeared.

"Sorry, milords. Arianne didn't mean to insult you. I have assisted with the Night's Watch before. We have sent more supplies and tools to repair Castle Black and Eastwatch-by-the-Sea," Galadriel replied, earning a proud smile from Robb. "I take the Night's Watch job seriously."

"Thank you, my princess," Robb said, and Galadriel scoffed internally.

I only helped the Night's Watch because it was an excellent way to hide some resources. And because I thought the name Night's Watch sounded cool.

Galadriel thought, hiding her intentions away.

"But, are you sure you wish to take the oath?" Galadriel asked, and she noticed Jon's internal struggle.

"I am," Jon said, not sounding so secure.

"Well, I wish nothing but the best for you," Galadriel said. "But if that's not much, could you spend the day with us? Robb is going to show me the Winter Town."

Also, I don't want to be alone with him. It will be annoying.

Jon wanted to say something but was stopped by Galadriel's smile.

"Thank you! Let's go, everyone!"

Galadriel dragged them all against their will to follow her trough out the day. It was the most minor boring thing it would happen. Since at least she would avoid hearing Arianne and Margaery insulting each other. Besides, she wanted to know more about the Stark family. However, things were going to change quite fast in a few hours. Since at the same time, Galadriel and her companions left Winterfell. The King and his new Hand of the King were also leaving the castle for the hunting trip. Yet, none knew that in just a few hours. Everything would change with a few words. The Game of Throne started.

"The things I do for love," Jaime said as he pushed Bran Stark from the tower window.

The sound of dogs and chickens in the stable slowly awakened. Tyrion Lannister, who has found his current place, relatively comfortable, for a horrible hangover. He truly needed to drink after what took place not too long ago. A dog started to lick his face, making him groan louder.

"You're not the type I like," Tyrion muttered, hearing a chuckle from his beloved nephew.

"Better looking bitches than you're used to, uncle?" Joffrey mocked, making Tyrion sigh, not really liking hearing his beloved nephew's voice at such hours.

"My mother's been looking for you. We ride for King's Landing today."

Tyrion nodded but also noticed the smirk on the prince's face.

"Before you go. You will call on Lord and Lady Stark and offer your sympathies," Tyrion said, knowing full well that Joffrey hasn't done his duty.

"What good will my sympathies do them?" Joffrey asked, somewhat offended by the notion even to bother to do such silliness.

"None," Tyrion replied. "But it is expected of you. Your sister has already shown what we can expect from a princess of House Baratheon. You're the heir of the throne. Your absence has already been noted."

Joffrey scoffed. "As if. Let Galadriel do it then. The boy means nothing to me, and I can't stand the wailing of women."

Joffrey chuckled, watching his bodyguard. The Hound was behind him, trying to make him laugh or smirk. Anything. Yet, nothing of sorts happen. The Hound was just there, not truly paying attention. However, Tyrion was not pleased to hear such words. So, he did what his sister should have done a long time ago.

Tyrion slapped Joffrey hard, making a sound that brought quite the amused smile to the Hound's face.

"One word, and I'll hit you again."

"I'm telling mother!" Joffrey exclaimed, but once again. Tyrion replied with yet another slap.

"Go, tell her," Tyrion replied sternly. "But first, you will go to Lord and Lady Stark, and you will fall on your knees in front of them. And tell them how very sorry you are, that you are at their service, and that all your prayers are with them. Do you understand?"

"You can't...!" Another slap came, and Joffrey just stood there, looking down, with tears in his eyes and a rather furious's face. Yet, he didn't say anything else.

"Do you understand?" Tyrion asked again, and this time. Joffrey only left quietly.

"The prince will remember that, little Lord," the Hound muttered.

"I hope so," Tyrion joked. "If he forgets, be a good dog and remind him."

Tyrion said before leaving for his well-deserved breakfast.

In the great hall, the Lannister family was having quiet morning breakfast. An incredible quiet breakfast. Galadriel was, however, quite intrigued with what was happening. Among other things, like hearing from her agents about Tyrion slapping Joffrey many times. That was something she would have loved to see.

Still, Galadriel knew who pushed Bran out of the window. If they weren't so bloody horny, this wouldn't have happened. Galadriel thought with a rather amused face. Yet, this opportunity does push things forward. Galadriel debated if she should kill the boy or letting live. It didn't matter. She erased his memories. But Galadriel knows Cersei and Jaime wouldn't let it go. They'll try to erase the problem before it grows.

But, Galadriel wanted to let the problems grow. It would undoubtedly put in motion her plans, especially with the letter from Lysa Tully, who was following Littlefinger's games.

It's going to be incredibly entertaining, besides. Galadriel then glanced at Mya at the entrance of the room, next to Gendry. She looked at Mya's exposed neck and beautiful's lips. It's time for me to have my fun. Galadriel thought, licking her lips.

"My beloved family!" Tyrion exclaimed as he entered the room.

Galadriel waved at Tyrion, who was already ordering the servants to bring his food and beer.

"Good morning, uncle," Galadriel said but then frowned. "Why do you smell like that?"

"The stables are comfortable," Tyrion replied, smiling.

"My little brother," Jaime called. "You do smell."

"Thank you," Tyrion replied, eating a piece of bacon with content.

"Is Bran going to die?" Myrcella asked innocently.

"Apparently not," Tyrion said, earning a few glares from Jaime and Cersei.

"What do you mean?" Cersei asked nervously.

"The maester says the boy may live."

"That's great news, uncle!" Galadriel exclaimed with an incredible fake tone of voice. "Robb was so worried about his little brother." She added that just to increase the tension in the air.

"It's no mercy letting a child linger in such pain," Cersei added.

"Only the gods know for certain. All the rest of us can do is pray," Tyrion said. "The charms of the North seem entirely lost on you."

"I can't believe you're still going. It's ridiculous, even for you," Cersei replied, showing she was losing her appetite and mod.

"Where's your sense of wonder? The most remarkable structure ever built. The intrepid men of the Night's Watch. The wintry abode of the White Walkers!"

Galadriel rubbed her chin, thinking about the legends of the White Walker or better known as the Others. Could they be undead of sorts? Elder lich, maybe? Galadriel wondered.

"Please tell me; you aren't thinking of taking the black?"

"And go celibate?! The whores would go begging from Dorne to Casterly Rock!"

Galadriel scoffed at her uncle's response. But maybe it could happen. Tyrion indeed loves wasting gold on whores.

"I just want to stand on top of the Wall and piss off the edge of the world."

Cersei just had enough with that. She was already on edge about many things. She didn't have time to hear those nasty things.

"The children don't have to hear your filth. Let's go. We need to prepare your luggage."

Galadriel followed her dearly beloved mother to their rooms. She had some business to attend to, many details she needed to know and to set. The marriage with Robb Stark was already over. Galadriel knows once she goes back to King's Landing. Everything was going to change. And she's excited about it. It is time for things to change the phase of the game. Let's see, what is Varys planning with those Targaryen?