Myrcella was grumbling,  stuck in her chambers after her mother grounded her.  She knew Arya was a different kind of lady,  more like a Martell than anyone else.  *She would do well in Dorne*,she realized.  The day was boring without the wild Wolf's presence, and having another lesson in flower arrangement was what made it ten times worse.

*Flower arrangement…  I remember someone doing that at the Godswood before *

She chuckled as she recalled it.

Fuyutsuki had been at the Godswood when Samara  delivered the letter to Lyarra.  He was feeling particularly stressed today,  and his katana was not enough to relieve it.  That rarely happened ; the only other time it did was when he killed Masato.

He had put some flowers on a spiked object,  far too few and asymmetrical to be considered pretty in Westeros.  The motiefs varied,  but it was this particular arrangement that got him caught by the a princess,  of all people.

“I didn't know you arranged flowers,  Ser Suguwara. " she remarked.

“That I do.  Be careful with that lily,  it's toxic."  he had replied.

“Grandfather said that you poisoned someone at a wedding.  Are you giving him flowers as an apology? "

This only Fuyutsuki laugh.  He couid not believe what Myrcella just said.  He did stop,  remembering how his deceased good brother was indeed fond of flowers,  just not the one in his hands..

“Yes,  he did like flowers.  The chrysanthemums were his favourite. "

“And yours?"

Fuyutsuki took longer to answer this time.  It was not out of reservation; it was simply out of his deep-seated guilt.

“Blood  *sakuras*. "

Myrcella suddenly rushed out of her room,  not caring about beibg grounded.  She ran to the library,  a newfound curiosity in her eyes.

To her surprise,  she found Joffrey,  of all people,  reading.  She had an inkling that he liked history,  but the book he was holding was not of Westerosi nobles,  it was about plants.

Myrcella peaked into the page he was reading,  but was disappointed in not finding the flower she was looking for.  Essence of Nightshade was a poison her mother loved,  and she hated.

“Little sister,  what is troubling you at the moment? " Joffrey asked.

“I…  didn't find the flower I was looking for."  Myrcella replied.

“Don't tell me…  that foreigner gave you ideas. " her brother scoffed.

“Not really.  Tommen simply wants to learn more about Easossi plants."

She would have to find out for herself.  That was not entirely a lie.  She had once caught her little brother in the library at Wolf's hour,  searching for blood *sakuras* in all of the wrong places.

If the lion cubs can't find it,  they would find their ways.

                Meanwhile

Cersei was pacing in her room,  furious with both her youngest cubs.  *How dare they go against me!*

She didn't think of their misdeeds for long,  as she spotted Jaime enter her chambers,  along with a crow casually landing on her window sill.

“Pesky bird,  shoo! " she exclaimed and awang her arm towards the animal.  The crow quickly backed away,  choosing a new perch…  on the castle ceiling.

“The bird didn't hurt you,  Cersei."  Jaime pointed out.

“That bird could be anyone. " Cersei responded.

She could not believe this; one moment she had Jaime to herself,  the next,  a wolf whore,  her wench and an exiled foreigner storms into her den,  and take her other half away.

Why can't life be *perfect*?

" I have some news um the boy is awake " Jaime blurted out.

" WHAT " Cersei yelled.

" Relax, he doesn't remember anything " Jaime reassured his sister.

Both Lannisters felt the wind grow stronger,  the curtains suddenly blown into the right side of the window.  Cersei almost screamed as she saw Joffrey turn blue,  blood and bile flowing from his nose and mouth.  The Queen looked up,  finding the crow staring deeply into her eyes before turning her attention back on her brother.

" And if it comes back to him what then " Cersei hissed.

" We'll say he's lying, are you honestly afraid of what a 10 year old boy is going to say " Jaime snorted.

" If Robert find out about us our heads along with my children will be cut off I will  lose everything, my crown, my power " Cersei exclaimed.

" It won't come to that I swear it " Jaime said.

" Such cute words brother I would almost believe you but it seems you have find comfort in the wolf's whore bed " Cersei spat out.

" She's my wife what I am supposed to do not be intimate with her " Jaime exclaimed.

" You are mine Jaime and I am yours we promise we would belong to no one else but one another and yet here you are bedding another woman " Cersei snarled.

" Just into I get her with child, father has being on my ass about that " Jaime explained.

" You intended to make more children with the Wolf whore and replace me and our children how dare you " Cersei yelled.

" They're not my children they never were " Jaime defended.

" And neither will the wolf's whore children be yours, when she learns the truth of her handsome knight husband was the one who pushed her brother off the tower she will cast you away " Cersei laughed.

" You will not say anything to Lyarra " Jaime said.

" It's not me you have to worry about it's that wrench servant of hers Samara that's her name, she is onto us " Cersei mumbled.

" Then I will get rid of her " Jaime said darkly.

" Will you brother are you sure you have the stomach to do " Cersei taunted.

" I will cut the bitch's throat open and throw her body into the narrow sea " Jaime growled.

" Good then do it already " Cersei smirked.

" I will " Jaime states.

Cersei soon started to undress and turn to look at her brother naked as nameday, " Come claim what is yours brother "

" No, I have to stay loyal to Lyarra I have to but Cersei my sweet sister "  Jaime thought as he stared up and down at his sister body in lust.

" Who do you belong to brother " Cersei asked.

" You " Jaime answered.

" Then prove it fuck me " Cersei demanded.

And that was when he felt himself losing control, he didn't have to be asked twice he soon tore off his clothes and brought his sister to their bed and a pleasure night erupted between the two.

Once again the golden lion knight was in his sister's grasp once more and was unable to slip free from it.

Unaware to the two a certain crow was watching them from the window, watching the two golden twins closely before flying away to report to his master.

                   ________   

           Back In Winterfell

The wildest wolf was in the godswood again,  welding his special sword when Catelyn thought he shouldn't.  If he was going to visit his siblings at the capital,  he would have to practice his swordsmanship and archery for a month.

*Mister Hayate being a strict teacher,  as always * he told himself.

There had been a time when he had bad luck for a week,  all because he stepped over his sword in a rush for lunch.

“The katana is a samurai 'a soul. " Mister Hayate told him.

“But I'm not a samurai."  he had protested.

“He doesn't agree. ",  the teacher responded,  pointing at the blade.

Rickon thought about it for a long while.  He did not believe swords had soule,  but he believed that the gods resided in their weirwood trees.

" What if the Old Gods actually lived inside that sword,  or at least Mister Hayate 's did "?

His train of thoughts was stopped when he heard footsteps approach the woodland' a gates. The long,  auburn hair of his mother came to view,  and the boy knew he was in trouble.

That was, unless he decided to hide so that was exactly what the little widest wolf did, Rickon hide behind the weirwood tree and kneel down hoping his mother didn't see him.

Soon his brother Robb along with his pal Theon joined his mother in the god woods along with trustworthy swordsmen of theirs.

Rickon peaked behind the weirwood tree and listened in closely.

" What I am about to tell you must remain between us " Catelyn spoke up.

" I don't think Bran fell I think he was pushed " Catelyn blurted out.

" By who " Robb asked.

" I don't know but I guarantee that the Lannisters are involved in this and including the attempted attack on Bran " Catelyn said before pulling out two strings of golden hair from her pocket.

" These were given to me by someone and when I went to the broken tower I found more pieces of golden hair there " Catelyn informed them while showing them the pieces of hair.

" They come into our home, disrespect us and attack my brother " Robb growled.

Rickon eyes widened at what he was hearing through it didn't surprised him, he had some suspicion Bran's fall was no accident.

The wildest wolf countuine to listen in but soon was in shock to hear that his mother wanted to do down to the Capital to visit an old friend of hers.

" Wolves don't fare well in the south nor fish would " Rickon thought knowing it wouldn't end well for his mother if she keep trying to find out the truth about Bran or confronting the Lannisters.

   Meanwhile Back In Kings Landing

“Myrcella? " Joffrey called.

The young cub looked nervous,  her face slowly looking away from the book she was reading.

“Yes brother?"

“Tell me about House Martell."

*Joffrey loves histories,  that is good for him*.

“The Martells ruled one of the petty kingdoms of Dorne  for thousands of years.  Mors Martell took Princess Nymeria to wife,  and they untied the other kingdoms under the banner of a pierced sun.  They also—"

“Good,  good.  Do you want to know about another family not from here?"  Joffrey cut her off.

“The…  the Suguwara clan,  perhaps? "

“A princess does not stutter.  Say it again."

“I would like to know more about the Suguwara clan. "

Unfortunately,  there were no records of the family in Westeros.

“Ask that foreigner,  Fuyutsuki.  Get him to reveal things about himself."

“But Mother —"

“I don't care  about what she told you.   Talk to him about his family,  we might get some precious information out of him. "

Myrcella smiled,  despite her reservations.  If there was one thing that her brother. (unbeknownst to everyone)  did,  he liked to keep records of people,  especially the noble ones.  She would have to twist things a little,  lest she puts her friends in even hotter water.

“Thank you,  Joff. "