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    CHAPTER ONE:
       "THE STRANGE FEAST"
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|WINTERFELL, mid 279 AC|

"LYANNA, STOP MOVING!" she spoke as her elder sister kept moving around her chair. She stops combing her elder sister's hair, sighs in frustration. "Would you be gentle, Lyra?" Lyanna spoke, groaning, turning to sit still. Pulling the comb gently through her long dark brown hair. Combing her fingers through the waves, Lyarra began braiding.

"Lord Voloras Velaryon is here," Lyanna spoke.  Lyarra paused, glancing down at her sister. "How do you know?"

"Know?" Lyanna exclaimed. "He brought his two sons. I swear they mingle like cattle," she finished.
Lyarra found herself and Lyanna once again brushing and braiding hair as they spoke of boys. Lyarra sighed and giggled, "Oh, really. Did I sense some sort of attraction, Lyanna?"

"There is no attraction." She blunty replied.

"Attraction? Their only a few years older than you, Lyanna. It could happen," she began to comb her hair, separating her hair two sides and beginning making knots. "I wouldn't be surprised that their father had brought their two sons here in order to ask our father for an alliance."

"Never!" She spun around in her seat, her half down braid coming undone, "I don't know them. I could never like him. Their from a strange family, Lyarra!"

"Relax, Lyanna, I didn't mean to make you tense. Relax, turn around." Lyanna calmly turned back and winced as her hair was tugged. "You cannot deny that someday we have to get married," Lyarra spoke, continuing to braid.

"I hope that day never comes, for me." Lyanna spoke, sighing. Focusing on the task at hand, she studiously avoided looking into the mirror to see her face, splitting the hair into sections once again.

Lyarra knew fully there that both were very different, Lyanna is the wild warrior. She admits she always admired her elder sister's charisma and courage, when she was younger, she knew she wanted to be like her, she also knew she needed to be different for the sake of their family. "Do you have the pin, Lyarra?" Lyanna spoke snapping Lyarra out of her trance. "It needs to hold my side, I want my hair to be like yours," She spoke, forming a smile.

"Ah," she opened a drawer and felt around inside, "Yes, here," she began to take one section and brush it gently trying to find a good spot to place the pin. "Do you think their father had come here to ask for an alliance?" Lyanna spoke, causing Lyarra to pause turning and face her sister.

"I wouldn't be surprised, Lyanna. Marriages are the only thing that keeps our family safe. Father needs them, his children are his bid. He needs them to get more protection." Lyarra spoke trying to make Lyanna understand the purpose of this. She stared at her face noticing how pale and red she was getting. She sighs and notices that no matter what she must side with her sister.

"I love you, Lyanna and no matter what happens you must understand we're in this together." she spoke, forming a smile bending down to stare at her. Lyanna frowned, showing a red face. "Could you finish my hair!" she demanded, Lyarra winced at her reaction and nodded, getting up to finish her hair. Lyarra gave a sharp tug on Lyanna hair, eliciting a yelp from her elder sister. "You're scared aren't you?" Lyarra spoke, frustrated at Lyanna outburst

"Scared?" Lyanna broke away from Lyarra, confused. "That there here to ask your hand in marriage, I mean you're the eldest, Lya." Lyanna's eyes widened, she began glancing around thinking. "I'm not scared. I'm a Stark, I'm not scared of anything. I'm leaving, I refused to put the dress on, I'll be in the feast with my choosing of the dress and I'll do my hair." Lyanna ramble, frowning. She marched out of the room refusing to look back at her sister who practically insulted her of being a scared little girl. Lyarra sighs, she expected this behavior from Lyanna, it happens every year, she didn't mean to insult her elder sister, she knew reality and wanted Lyanna to know what's in store for her soon.

Suddenly the door burst open revealing a maid, she was short, with messy short-cut blonde hair and greenish eyes, wearing a dirty white and black dress, but the look of her eyes made her worried, she looked in fear of something or somebody. The maid quickly realized the room that she barged in belonged to Lyarra Stark, she immediately could see the regret in her face but Lyarra could tell she was young and scared. "Lady Lyarra, oh please don't get angry with me," Lyarra raised her eyebrow, she didn't know this person, she could have easily been lying. "You have no right to walk in like this. You should knock first. Always know your manners! What are you afraid of?" She asked straightforward walking forward towards the girl. This girl was afraid, she even touched her right shoulder feeling her shaken up.

"Lady Lyarra, he tried to have me. He got angry and started yelling, I quickly walked in here." The short women started to whimpered speaking. She refused to meet Lyarra eyes, feeling ashamed. Lyarra sighed, walking closer to her as she touched her cheek, feeling sympathy. She must have been a girl around her age, simply afraid. She always knew the world was cruel, her brothers warned her that people aren't kind to little girls like her. "You're safe," she smiled lightly as the young women carefully turned to look at her silently.

"I am?" She asked, still shivering. Lyarra nods, she leans for a hug giving comfort to the small maid who couldn't help herself in believing that she had received a hug from a Stark. "What's your name?" Lyarra turned away as she sat on the chair, sitting straightly. "Will you do my hair? The small maid nods, she felt relief that the man who chase her earlier had stop following her but now she couldn't comprehend, she was born as a kitchen maid, her grandmother was one and her mother now she stood in the a lady bed chambers about to combed her hair, she walks closer to the young lady and spoke quietly.

"My name is Lucretia, I'll be delighted to do your hair."

Nonetheless, things changed later as all the Stark children were unaware of the guests that were roaming in Winterfell. Edgar Evans had walked through the snow trying to find some wood for fire he kept thinking of Lyarra, he had wished he hadn't confessed his feelings, she was young and couldn't possibly reciprocate his feelings. He grew up as an older brother for her, he couldn't possibly understand how much she couldn't understand his undeniable feelings for her.

"Boy, stop wandering around, grab some wood!" An old man spoke, causing him to snap out of his trance. He'll always be a son of Blacksmith, he'll never have a chance with Lyarra.  "Edgar!" He heard someone call his name. He turned around revealing his long-time friend, Lucretia. She was a small maid about thirteenth, her small blonde hair, born with green eyes, she wore a long black dress, with white stripes on the side.  "Lucretia, I've been wondering where you were?"

Lucretia smiled lightly, "I was with Lady Lyarra, I've done her hair. She gave me this dress. She is lovely!" She exclaimed, proudly. Edgar smiled knowing fully well that he had confessed to Lucretia when she was child that he developed feelings for Lyarra, it never crossed his mind that one day Lucretia will have a chance to speak to her. "Eh, she is a lovely girl, beautiful eh?" He smiled, proudly. Lucretia smiled sweetly as she walked beside him carrying some wood.

"How did you manage to-" He was cut off when they spotted two men walking in front of them, one of them looked taller, had light white hair, and his eyes were violet from a far away distance you could tell they weren't from Winterfell. The other one looked younger, he had light white hair, like curls, his purple eyes really beam out in the midst of winter. Both men seemed to notice them the eldest ran towards them, directly to Lucretia.

"There you are, I've been looking for you!" He spoke, cowering over Lucretia. He felt the urge to push him out of her way but then he felt Lucretia touched him, shivering. He widened his eyes noticing Lucretia, trembling.

"Where have you been? I was telling my younger brother what we did. How about another night?" The eldest kept cowering over Lucretia like he owned her. He pushed him out of their way, dropping everything he had on his hands leaving everybody shocked, surprised.

"How dare you push me away! Who do you think you are?" He stepped forward, angrily. Edgar knew he had to defend Lucretia honor, he didn't know who this person was but he certainly had a bad attitude. He was tall, with light purple eyes, and didn't not look like he was from here. Suddenly the youngest boy stood forward. "Vaemond, stop you're making a scene," he spoke calmly. He back up blocking Lucretia from the man supposedly named 'Vaemond' he had never heard of a name like that.

"I can't. This man thinks he could push me like that! He doesn't know who I am!"

That's when he was tossed to the side when Lucretia stepped forward angrily. "Go on! You shouldn't bother me anymore, go! You're married. Leave me alone!" Edgar looked shocked how Lucretia had spoken, being only thirteen. "You see, leave them be. Vaemond you can find other girls here, come now!" The youngest pushed him away leaving Edgar and Lucretia both shocked and stammered at the outburst. "Lucretia!" He yelled as he bent down picking up the wood he dropped earlier he felt frustrated and weak and exhausted that this would happen on this day. "Believe me, Edgar, I had no idea. He was following me earlier, he did things to me," she began trembling, as she sighed to continue.

"Stop, I don't need to know anymore. Take care of yourself, Lucretia." He groans, carrying the wood leaving little Lucretia alone in the midst of the snow. Towards the night, it was getting darker. He waited outside the great hall as he awaited for the guests to arrive. His father had ordered him to greet the guests and serve as guard. He stood there like a statue, waiting. He was greeted by Rickard Stark, then he noticed how he left in a hurry only after a few minutes of arriving. He felt so stupid standing there like a guard. That's when he felt somebody touch his left hand, and looked down and noticed Benjen Stark, the youngest Stark.

"Edgar, I hope I'm not that young to receive some wine," he giggled, smiling. Edgar ruffling his hair, pushed him aside. "Go along, Benjen. You mustn't ask for this. It's too strong," he grinned, forming a smile.

"He is right. You're too young!"

A voice spoke from down the hall, he looked up to see a young familiar woman walking towards him, she wore a purple velvet dress, her long brown hair was loose. She was beautiful and elegant. "Don't stand there look at me like that, Edgar."

"Lyarra, I'm-" he was cut off when Benjen touched his hand giving him some signal not to tell Lyarra. She stood in front of them, smiled. "I'm sure you're not falling for his charms, Edgar," she grabbed her little brother bending down. "For the last time don't leave me like that. I was worried, Benjen." Benjen nods, as his cheeks grew red from embarrassment. "Go inside, wait for me." She said as Benjen walked in. Lyarra turned to look at him and noticed his collar was loose. She began to straighten, as he stood there frozen.

"Listen, about earlier. I meant to stay what-

"It's hard you know. I looked at you. It reminds me of what you said to me. Don't think it's hard for me, because it is. I don't want to give you hope but it hurts that you put me in this position. We are good friends and I'll always love you, Edgar. You're like a big brother to me. You always have been and I'll always adore this to the fullest." She finished fixing his collar, he noticed how close they got, he felt an urge to lean forward and kiss her, she looked so beautiful. She smiled as she placed her hand on his chest feeling his heart beating. He smiled feeling her warmth at this moment he knew he was in love. "You're beautiful, Lyarra," he leaned forward only to place a kiss on her cheek, leaving her red. She didn't expect a kiss from him at this moment. She gazed at him, she didn't know what to say.

"Lyarra, don't get this the wrong way-" He was cut off when Benjen walked out calling for Lyarra. "Let's go, already!" He demanded grabbing her by the hand leaving both of them dazzled by each other. As both of them were clearly so memorized by this moment, they didn't notice at all that a pair of chocolate eyes was staring from the corner hearing everything they said to each other. Towards the night, there was a small feast thrown. Lyarra had worn her brown hair down, she wore one of the gowns that was gifted to her on her name-day, a purple velvet dress, she needed to look like Northern women, she wore pins on the side, separating her hair into one section. She was looking back and forth for Lyanna who didn't appear at all. She waited in the great hall alongside Benjen, she soon saw Brandon come forward, wearing a small tunic white coat, his hair was tied up, he seemed dirty.

"Have you seen Lyanna? She needs to be here?" He asked, worried. Lyarra nods, placing her hands on her little brother's shoulders. "I thought father told you that you must take care of Lyanna and get her ready?" Brandon asked, standing straight in front of her. Lyarra held a good grip on Benjen, there were times where she felt Brandon needed to work on his anger but she couldn't do anything because Brandon had always loved Lyanna, they're much closer and had always gotten each other's backs.

"I don't know where she went. I was helping her then she left, Bran," she refused to look at her elder brother. "How could you lose her? Father told me that she should be at the feast, Lyarra, why would you lose her?" He began rambling leaving Lyarra speechless, she couldn't possibly believe that Brandon is blaming her for their sister's disappearance. She didn't do anything, Lyanna is the one who left, she is the one who got mad at her, she is the one who didn't want to wear the dress.

"Bran, stop it!" Benjen began mumbling, as he felt Lyarra trembling as she held onto him. Lyarra didn't want to face her elder brother anymore as she looked down on Benjen."That's enough, Brandon." A loud voice echoed in the great hall. All three of them looked upon their father who entered. He wore everything black, unlike her brother he wore an oversized white fur coat, not showing anything underneath. "Will you stop yelling? Lyanna is safe, she told me she didn't want to attend the feast because she felt sick and told me to excuse herself. There is no need to raise your voice on your youngest sister."

"But father-"

"Brandon, I said enough."

"Benjen, come here, boy." Benjen sighs as Lyarra gently unlocked her arms from Benjen, letting him run towards him. "Benjen, would you do me the honor of spending your time with your sister tonight?" She saw how her father smiled slightly at Benjen. ¨Yes,¨exclaimed Benjen. Rickard smiled lightly at the boy. "Run along, Benjen. The Septa will be waiting for you down the hall." Lyarra's eyes trailed as her little brother turned once more to look at her then left quickly leaving her behind. "Come, Brandon. You must escort Voloras daughter, Alyssa." Lyarra finally managed to understand this feast; it wasn't a gathering to find Lyanna's hand in marriage, it was for Brandon. She didn't understand, Catelyn Tully was set to marry Brandon. Why would her father go against Hoster Tully back? "He brought his daughter?" Brandon asked, confused. Rickard nods refusing to speak any more, turning her attention to her.

The doors opened again revealing a man, he wore an oversized white fur coat, he held his sword on his left, he was smiling. Lyarra noticed, people followed behind. She noticed a girl, she must be little older than her, she is beautiful, has long platinum wavy hair up to her waist, wore long white dress, see-through, she was tall, like her father but unlike her father she wasn't smiling. Then she saw two people behind her, boys. The they seem like brothers. The first person was taller than the other. He held his chin high, was smiling erotically, he was taller than his father and siblings, the youngest was shorter than the rest but had short cut, curly platinum hair, he wore a silver armor suit, making noises each time he took a step.

"Lord Voloras, my children," spoke her father stepping forward. "My son, Brandon." He motioned for Brandon to step forward but she was pushed forward by Brandon, she gulps. "And my daughter, Lyarra," her father continued.

She noticed how the man's face turned stern, when Brandon refused to greet them. He smiled looking down upon her. He turned to introduce his children. "My daughter, Alyssa. My sons, Vaemond and Coryls."

All children of his, step forward proudly. Brandon and her were left tingling in the back noticing how proud and gallant they were. "Rickard, I suppose your other daughter and other sons aren't near?" Lord Voloras asked, walking forward to demand an answer. Her father sigh knowing fully well how revealing this news could insult him.

"My son, Eddard is with Jon Arryn. He would return later this month. My son Benjen is only a boy and he's with my daughter Lyanna who had come down sick and couldn't attend, my apologies."  Lyarra watched how Lord Voloras face turned sour, he began to walk down. "Shall we feast?" He spoke, smiling turning back to eye all of us.

She had begun to notice the strange interactions that everybody on the table was having. This was a private feast, for a reason. There is always a catch she needed to know what it is. She sat beside Alyssa, who seemed quiet, carefully eating. She turned around to see Brandon; he managed to get along with the eldest, Vaemond. He certainly is a dashing man, tall, good-looking but something about him turns her off. She glanced at her father who was seen getting along speaking with Lord Voloras and Corals.

"Have you ever thought of marriage?"

Lyarra widened her eyes, jarred by the question. She blinked owlishly, unsure, but feels compelled enough to discontinue her activity.

She waits, allowing herself to find an answer, and to muster the courage to look at her. She turned and studied her, she had a stern face on, serious at the moment.

" cannot choose my husband—not his face, not his manner, not his intellect—" she stops, and for a moment feels nauseous before swallowing and continuing, "My father had once told me he'll make sure I'll be wed to a noble man, who will cherish me and treat me right."

"Surely, you've grown out of this ridiculous fancies? You're a woman now. A Stark. Don't be fooled. All fathers say that to their daughters but they end up selling their daughter to the biggest buyer," she bitterly replied, scowling.

"It's your duty. That's what fathers would say," she spoke calmly staring across to her father. Lyarra couldn't utter anything else but see her reaction. She was stone cold, and hurt. She must have been in love before and she is being forced into a loveless marriage.

"May I know who he is, Lady Alyssa?" She asked. There is a glint of pride in her eyes-which bespeaks of her satisfaction in the way she has reacted-that she is oblivious to, for she finds herself intensely focused on keeping herself together. Alyssa could see her young self in Lyarra. She feels that this girl will go through so many dramatic events that will shake her future.

"Call me, Alyssa," she smiles leaning closer to her. Her next words are carefully as she takes a look around sees, her brothers drunk and her father and Lord Stark getting drunk and heavy.

Her next words are like the peal of large bells.

"Jason Lannister, the heir of Casterly Rock."

Lyarra scrunched her eyebrows, she smiles, she showed support. "He is a smart person, I heard good things from him."

Alyssa smiles, she wanted to confided in her since the purpose of this trip is that she would be next in line to married the future Lord of Winterfell. Jason Lannister, she thought. Lyarra has heard that he is child born between Daynna and Tywin Lannister. People would say that he is the child that Tywin always wanted, the son he desires, the son that will become his heir and take over. That's simply rumors, she had heard. Her elder brothers will discuss him saying he is a true lion, true fighter but then she will hear about how he is a coward. She couldn't put her finger to it.

"Was he your lover?" Lyarra asked. This causes Alyssa to hummed staring into the view. Lyarra looked towards her direction and saw Vaemond fondling a young maid.

"He is married, you know?" She spoke, slowly. "He also has children with the women he married."

"My brother is married. He married a Lannister. Her name is Dianne Lannister. She is a beautiful woman, my brother had managed to bed her three times. I swear they produce like cattle."

"What do you mean?" She asked again, unaware of her comment. "She is pregnant, again. My brother isn't faithful to her. He claims he doesn't love her but she keeps producing." Lyarra nods thinking of the eldest boy. He seems not that older than Eddard Stark, her brother. "Where is she?" Alyssa turns to chuckle. "She is locked in the tower. Her daughters are pushed around without any say to see their mother. Those little girls are my brother kin, I admit he loves them but he can't stand the sight of them because they look so much like their mother."

Lyarra gulps. "Did Dianne choose to marry him?" She spoke. Alyssa stares for second and sighs. "No. They weren't in love. I remember when Tywin Lannister came to father. He screamed and yelled, forcing my father to make sure Vaemond married his niece."

"You marry someone when you're not in love with them, it hurts a person emotionally." She spoke, sadly. She noticed her frown. She seemed sad about something and hurt.  "Let's become friends," she continued smiling, sweetly down upon her changing her attitude.

"Let's start, how old are you?" She questioned. Lyarra looked to the side where she noticed her father looking at her worryingly. "I'm thirteen, what about you?" She questioned back, earning a glance from Coryls. "I'm twenty, I'm the eldest daughter of my family." Lyarra nods refusing to speak any longer to her. That's when they were interrupted when both of their fathers seemed to get up, in a joyful mood. She could tell her father had gotten drunk after having more than three drinks. The music flowed through as her father had begun to grab one of the maids and began dancing. She noticed someone touched her shoulder, she turned around and noticed it was Lucretia. "My lady, I'm so sorry to interrupt you but-" she noticed Alyssa was staring intensely at her. "My lady, oh it seems like your bedchambers are with new covers and sheets," she smiled sweetly. Lyarra didn't understand but nodded then, she felt her hand being tugged with a piece of paper, she looked noticing parchment paper with writing. She quickly tugged it to the side and nodded sweetly to Lucretia in agreement.

"Who is she?" Alyssa spoke once Lucretia left.

"That's my handmaiden." She grinned. "So it seems." Alyssa carefully spoke leaning back to relax on her chair. She looked around and noticed Vaemond dancing, her father drunk drinking with Lord Voloras. She also noticed the youngest boy was gone. It was her and Alyssa on the table. She slipped to the side when she noticed Alyssa get up and walk over to her elder brother who began getting heavy with the maid. Making sure that no one was really watching her, Lyarra slipped out of the hall wanting to have a moment or two to herself before she was forced to greet herself in another conversation with her again. She didn't want to be rude but everything had happened so quickly and she had barely been able to wrap her head around the purpose of this feast.  "Are you okay?" Edgar asked, appearing out of the hall he had seen her leave and was concerned for her.

"Have you seen my brother?" She asked worriedly.

"Yes, he left. He said he was going to visit somebody."

She felt saddened that her brother had chosen to leave her alone with a family she doesn't know. "Are you okay?" He leaned forward, concerned.

"Yes, Yes. I am fine. I was just taking a moment to myself," Lyarra apologized knowing how bad this must have looked, she wasn't trying to be rude and she wasn't used to being the centre of attention. Walking over to Lyarra, Edgar offered her a reassuring smile. "You can tell me if something is wrong. Lyarra, I care about you and I want you safe. Did something happen there?" Lyarra sigh softly, she looked out into the night and shivered knowing that the days were getting colder; there was no denying that winter was really coming.

Lyarra looked once more at him, she launched at him wrapping her arms around him, feeling tired. "That family are the weirdest family, I ever met." She continued. "Edgar, I'm so tired," she said, she could feel Edgar's arms wrapping around her. "It's okay. I'm here. I'll lead you back to your room." He pulled apart, assuring a smile. She smiled quietly, nodding. Slowly her hands slipped as the parchment paper fell into the floor. Edgar noticed it, picked it up, and read it.

"What is this?" He asked. She shrugs her shoulders unaware. "This looks from one of those boys." Lyarra takes the paper away from him reading it.

Meet me at midnight near Weirwood Tree

"I don't know the person who wrote this. Lucretia gave this to me," she explained with a wide-eye staring at Edgar. "There's messing with you. Those boys want to hurt you, just like they did with-'' he stopped thinking hard about something. "With who?" She asked, stepping forward. Edgar started intensively at her then left leaving her alone in the halls. She felt confused and so alone. She felt so stupid. She is stupid girl, with a stupid title. She began walking down the hall in tears. She threw away the parchment paper feeling angry. She began walking shivering in the cold, when someone pulled her behind. She gasps, trembling.

"It's me." Lucretia spoke up, she smiled sweetly. She began placing a fur coat on her. "It's cold. You mustn't be like this out here," she kept fixing Lucretia's dress, putting it to one side. "The paper. What was it?" Lyarra spoke, still shivering from the cold. Lucretia smiled and motioned for her to begin walking.

"I'll take you back to your chambers. I have to tell you never to trust your brother." She spoke, serious. Lyarra raised her eyebrows, she didn't understand. Her brother? Brandon Stark?

"What about him?" She asked.

"I was in the kitchen cooking. Your brother entered. He ordered for me to come with him." She sighed. "He took me outside, tried to kiss me." She smiled. "I said no. He was shocked. He is handsome but I don't love him. Then he told me that-" she began to stumble on her words, refusing to tell anything to Lyarra. "He then told me to give this to you in front of Edgar. He told me that Edgar must see this and think it's from one of the boys. He told me he hates that you and the Blacksmith have something going on."

Lyarra cough. "He is my brother. If he was concerned he would help me and try to talk to me." She leaned forward. "He seems upset that you have courtship this early." Lucretia admits. She stops and looks at Lucretia. "I don't love him, he is like an older brother to me. I'll never love him." Looking at Lucretia surprised, Lucretia slowly nodded her head and tried to wrap her head around that fact; she was unsure about how things would play with Edgar, for as long as she could remember Edgar had always loved the Stark girl. "We're in your chambers," Lucretia said looking out, she took a deep breath and tried to relax for a few moments; lead Lyarra inside her chambers. "It's okay to be afraid of love sometimes, I was for a long time. For now go to sleep," she began to undress Lyarra, placing a new plain dress. Settling on the bed, Lyarra began to close her eyes thinking how strange this day was.

CASTERLY ROCK,
mid 279, AC

He walked down the hall of Casterly Rock until he reached his father's solar. He knocked on the heavy wooden doors. "Come in, Jason."
Jason sat in front of his father. "I always suspected that Voloras will go behind our back." He continued. "I have send out spies out to follow him. They have inform me that he has travel to the North with his two sons and daughter, my spies have inform me that he is planning to married his daughter to Lord Rickard firstborn son."

"Alyssa," he stutters thinking of his childhood friend, his lover, his betrothed. "They cannot do this to us. He gave us his blessing. Alyssa will married me. Together we will be the future Lady and Lord of Casterly Rock."

"My spies inform me that she is to be married this month. Under the king blessing, Voloras has managed to break our truce and make sure his daughter will be the next Lady of Winterfell." Jason didn't understand, Alyssa wouldn't betrayed him like that.

"So what now?" He questioned his father, tightened his fist. "We must find a good match for you, Jason."

"What am I to make of this father? The girl I loved and promise to cherish my life with is set to married another." He would remain composed. Tywin Lannister did not appreciate tantrums.

"You are to marry a women that comes from a powerful family," Tywin stood up. "I have discuss this girl with your mother, she has agreed. I've seen a raven and I await the news soon."

"Father surely a better match could be made. Who is this girl?." He said with a calm voice void of any feeling. Father hated any displays of childish emotions as he called them.

"I did. And you will know soon enough." Tywin's only sign of affection was a small squeeze in his right shoulder. "Cheer up, she is known for her beauty. She will be perfect match for this family."

Jason didn't care; he was quiet and refused to face his father.He thought about marriage. He was young and foolish and couldn't bear the thought of marriage but he will do anything to keep Alyssa close to him. He has loved Alyssa since he was a child. They were meant to be married and together they'll be Lord and Lady of Casterly Rock. He couldn't bear anymore to think his Alyssa had gone to marry the Stark boy.

"Jason, you must understand this isn't our fault." His father spoke snapping him out of his trance. "It's her father, of course."

"What do we know?"He asked, facing his father emotionlessly.

"We have to find another alliance. I knew he would play a trick like this. I have my sources and when it was confirm, I had to act quick."

"Oh please, Tywin. Shera wouldn't do this to us. She wouldn't do anything dirty to us. Even if they married Alyssa to the Starks, they have other daughters. The young one, she is perfect for Jason." His mother spoke up, entering the room, sitting beside his son.

Jason raised his eyebrow. He remembers the youngest of Alyssa's sisters, Rhaenys. The last time he saw her she was child, merely fourteen.
"She must be sixteen now," her mother spoke. Jason studied his mother unaware what to say. He can't abandon his love for Alyssa, they promised they'll marry each other, one day have children together. "She is young and foolish. She is a child." Jason stated, hurt by this choice. Both of his parents nod, silenced.

Soon after, Jason Lannister kept to himself. He began to walk around. He wanted some freedom and wanted to visit the town behind this castle.

Jason stopped walking turn back. He found himself looking at familiar face. Tybalt Lannister. He is the son of Rose  Lannister and Lucien Lannister. He was born as a twin to, Margaret Lannister. He had known Tybalt since a child he had grown fond him, he loved him. They considered themselves as brothers.
"What can I do for you, Jason?" He stopped staring into his light greenish eyes. Tybalt was merely fourteen, a child. Unlike him, he is only older by two years.

"There is something, I must ask you." He leaned forward, sighing.

"Go on, " He asked, staring at his green eyes.

"Your father has promised me the hand of marriage of Rhaenys Velayron. She's very beautiful, I heard but I want to request another person." He spoke, confidently. Jason raised his eyebrows that he had no idea his father had intended to give Rhaenys hand in marriage to him, moments ago they were pressuring him to marry her.

"Well, who's the other girl?" He asked, curiously. Tybalt lightly smiled. "Yes, she is living with us. Her name is Viserra, her mother is Velayron but her father is-" he was cut off by another woman, coming forward.

"Oh, Jason," she called out, loudly. She intertwined his arms around his hands, leaving him frozen. She turn to spot Tybalt blowing a kiss, seductively.

This couldn't be happening. He began to frowned. This girl is his mother ward. The daughter of maiden, she held a true lion heart.  He had knew her well enough, she is very dangerous women when it comes to love.
"I present you, Miss Jeannie Lannister. Jeannie this is Tybalt Lannister." He locked his eyes on Tybalt who was staring at her weirdly almost like longingly.

"Pleasure," Jeannie curtsied, showing respect. She then proceeded to stay close to Jason holding his hand.

"He doesn't say much?" She giggled when he noticed Tybalt cheeks red. He raised his eyebrow raising the immediate connection they were having. "I believe he's star-struck. Jeannie, well shall leave, now." He smiled lightly. He turned to Tybalt who was lost for words admiring her beauty.

"We'll talk about this another time, but I'll suggest father for another arranged marriage for you," he then quickly pulled her away fearing their immediate connection.

"That's my dear brother offspring? Isn't it?" She asked, giggling. He knew her very well because she is very different from the rest of the other ladies, for one thing she likes to play a game. She has a way to dive into a person's heart and make them wish they never let you go.

"I warn you not to bother him. He is a only a child."

"Why not? I want to make new friends?" She smiles, continuing to swirl her hands around Jason's broad shoulders, they stopped for a moment.

"He is a delicate boy. I care for him as a little brother. He was a good boy growing up. His father left him at a young age, did you know that?"

He saw her frowned. "It isn't my fault that Lucion decided that he must see the world to find his inner self. He has always been a selfish boy growing up."

"You knew about his father leaving?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I? He left. The last thing I heard he is visiting the Vale. I heard he is with a Stag and Wolf. They are good companions aren't they? For him?"

"A stag, wolf and lion." Jason stated, unaware those three people together is the start of a undeniable event in the future.  "The last, I heard is my dear brother has been spending his time with lady in Arryn Castle. I'm not sure who she is, but there are rumors.'' Jason rolls his eyes refusing to listen to her anymore

"Lucion wouldn't care if I happened to crawl my ways into his son's heart," Jeannie spoke, fluttering her eyelids. Jason couldn't bear to look at her. She is sixteen like him, both raised as children beside each other both turn out very differently than he expected.

"Rose wouldn't like that her sister-in law is bedding her son." He spoke, frowning. Jeannie stared at him for a long second then rolled her eyes. "Fine, you are your father's son. You won, Jason, for now." She gently bowed down showing respect for him but rolling her eyes as she began walking away from him, defeated.

Jason stepped into his room; he felt tired and began to undress himself. He thought about Alyssa, where she should be at this moment, who she is with, she will always remain his one true love even if he can't marry her at all.He couldn't bear the thought.He had wished to see her one last time, there was no doubt in his mind that sooner or later he would come to see how her night had been.

"Good morning, my son," his mother greeted, setting breakfast on a table. She smiled before moving to open the window and allow the morning light to stream in. It was a beautiful day and there was little point in staying locked away in the bedroom.

Climbing out of bed, Jason moved to sit at the small table "Your father had urged me to get you clean properly," his mother continued to talk while the other maids started to come behind stripping the bed.

"Did you order them to strip it down?" He asked, taking a bite of his bread. His mother smiled as he nodded for him to eat up on his breakfast.

His mother had begun to set clothes. "Why are you here mother?" He asked as he stopped eating and stared into his mother's eyes.

"What? Can I not barge into your room no more?" She stopped placing clothes and walked forward to her son.

"Your Father would like to dine with us for lunch," she murmured looking to his eyes, slowly nodding his head, Jason held back a groan at the idea of having lunch with his parents again; he could only imagine how well that would go. His mother patted her son's shoulders before moving to prepare a bath for him.

"Why must I get ready?" His mother smiled. "For a proper and prosperous life, Jason."

Jason raised his eyebrows. "What?"

"Your father has arranged a marriage for you, it's a good one. This marriage could finally put you and my son on top. You'll be the heir that your father has been waiting for."

"May I know whose women, that father wants me desperately to marry?"

"She currently lives with your cousins, she's Arryn. Her father treasures her and loves her deeply." He doubted any advice that came from his mother  would be helpful; the woman seemed far too interested in what people thought about their family rather than herself.

"Don't worry my son, she's very beautiful." Jason offered remembering what it had been like when he had met Alyssa, it's been three years, she's been very tall women like her mother, elegant and true beautiful women.

"Your father awaits your presence."