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CHAPTER ONE:
"ARRANGEMENTS BETWEEN FRIENDS"
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|WINTERFELL, mid 279 AC|

LYARRA PUSHED HERSELF FORWARD TO WALKED AHEAD. They spend hours walking, and walking to find Brandon missing sword he left behind. "Bran, I'm exhausted." She turned to see Lyanna had stopped to grab some fresh hair. "A little more. I left it by the oak tree." Letting out loud sighed, she pushed herself forward. They made it to Weirwood tree, winter has begun sending colds within their bodies. "It's not here, Bran." Lyanna complained about taking a walk around. She looked up head to see Brandon unsure looking around.

"Stay here. I'll be back." Immediately both Stark sisters took a moment to take small breaths, wondering what to do. Their eyes soon began to focus on the shadowy figure that began to get closer to them. "Lyanna," She weakly spoke clutching onto Lyanna clothes standing behind her. A man appeared. Edgar Evans appeared holding a bronze sword on his side.

"Are you looking for this?" He questioned, with a sly smirk. "Yes! Bran!" Lyanna immediately grabbed the sword and began running after Brandon. Edgar made her way to Lyarra showing a small smile.

"It's official." Lyarra looked at him confused. "My father tends for me to marry a maid." Lyarra raised her eyebrow, shocked. "How? Why would they force you to get married?"

"Apparently, Brandon had told your father of my undying love for you. Your father made sure, I'll be married before the arrival of your brother." He confessed. A twinkle of sadness sprang within her. "I must apologize-" immediately being cut off by him. "There is no need. This is what was needed for us to be apart." Immediately her eyes tear up, she looks at him warily, feeling guilty.

"You're forced to marry a woman because of me. This shouldn't be the way." She told him to take a hold of his hand.

He sighed looking into his blue crystal eyes. "It's okay," he said shortly. "I don't care if I'm married. My love for you will never die out." He admitted shortly. "It will never." He cupped her cheeks holding it. He was about to lean closer only to be interrupted. They both turn around to see Brandon and Lyanna.

"Lyarra stepped away from him." Brandon warned. Without no hesitation, she steps away, getting closer to Brandon. "What is it then?" Edgar replied facing Brandon. Both sister's began to watch the argument that was about to blow up.

"Now every time, I see you, Bran. There is always some sort of fight or dislike when it comes to me. What is it?" Edgar confronted him. Brandon, furious at his outburst, pushed himself forward only to stop. "Now, Edgar. You wouldn't want to fight me. The eldest brother of Lyanna and Lyarra." Brandon clicked the tip of his tongue, mocking Edgar. "How could you ever hurt me? You're the son of Blacksmith." He taunted Edgar who stood still. Edgar knew he could easily break Brandon's jaw in a matter of seconds. He couldn't. He would be getting into a fight with Brandon Stark, the future heir of Lord Rickard of Winterfell. He would be getting into trouble, so will his father. "That's right. Stand still, Edgar." Brandon taunted a smile. Lyarra gaped at her brother's response. This isn't her brother.

|CASTERLY ROCK,mid 279 AC|

She turned her eyes, her smile holding as he looked upon him, and, meeting her eyes, he felt himself warm and burn, as if her stare set embers smoldering within him. He only realized then that he had been holding his breath, and the coward in him wondered if she had noticed, if he had been given away.

His tongue turned dry, fat, and useless in his mouth, all he could force from his lips was,

"Aye."

She turned her body to full face him, "You could stop drooling over me." He began to laugh at her response. "You're so beautiful my dear cousin." With that, I pledge my love for you!"  Jason taunted her, who she smiled. "You're clearly not well," she replied.

"For you!" He finished. They sat across from each other, in silence.

"What are you planning to name him?" Jason asked. With that, she felt silence. She couldn't handle it.
"Loren is a good, strong name." She thanked him.

"You should thank him my father. He has been always taking care of you."  Jason replied. With that they both sighed. They were both truly Lannister's in god eyes.

"What shall you do, Jason? With that pretty young bride of yours?" She replied.

"Voloras daughter?"

"My father approached Voloras with a marriage proposal with eldest and his financial backing. We know the Lannisters are the wealthiest in the 7 Kingdoms, that can help us keep the realm together now more than ever." He pointed out. "Yet that idiot Voloras sold his daughter away. The woman, I love. To a Northern wild beast!"

"My father in-law isn't that best. I'm sure Alyssa had to agreed. You know she wouldn't fight her father wishes even when it came to love." With that sentence, he slammed his fist onto the table.

"I loved her, and now I'm forced to married the youngest girl there is." Her eyes perked up. "I seen her around. You remember her? She was such a perky child growing up, she is grown into woman." With that sentence, Jason looked at her. "I don't care. I'll hurt her. She is Voloras precious daughter. She will pay for her father sins."

"She didn't do anything! Jason!" She warned. "She is a child. A girl in her father twisted games."

"I don't care, she will pay. I will hurt her in unimaginable ways, she will be crying for her father when I'm done with her." He finished laying back. "If Alyssa truly loved you! She would have fought for you," with that she sighed taking a look at him. He couldn't see her.

A moon and a fortnight had passed since the arrival of his cousin. He had spend his nights in his chambers. He was thinking. His father has travel to finalized the agreement between his marriage and to the youngest Velaryon.

"Can I try, sooner?" His cousin asked in all her childhood innocence.

"You can try. But don't rush it." Jason said as they began going over the words and images. "How's he doing?" He made his way towards her placing his hand on her stomach.

"The boy is smart."

"He wants to be strong...to honor his mother." Jason placed his ear against her stomach. "A true baby boy." He smiled.

"I wished. My husband keeps saying if I don't have a boy. He'll locked me up," with those words, he shocked his head.  "Don't worried, my fine cousin." He replied,  he leaned back and stood up.

"Hello, my prince. My beautiful son," with that Jason smiled. He looked up, taking a look at her. "You better be sure, this one comes out a boy. I can't bear that tower anymore. After all the trouble we went through," she placed quick kiss on his lips, than walked away to the other side.

"A beautiful smile," he said in thought. "I could drown in it."

"You won't let me go, will you?" Her question was sweetly innocent, laced with affection. She is his cousin after all. They are very close. "I find it hard to believe you're married to that sea-wench. Where are my nieces ?" He asked about changing the topic. She sighed. "They are still under the control by Shera."

"What?"

"Yes. I know. Don't worry, sweet cousin. You'll worry about getting that bride of yours here sooner than possible. I'll worry about not murdering my husband." She let out a laugh, he chuckled.

"I hope you're right, Dianne. I really hope you're right."