"Where's the imp?" She heard Arya hiss to Lyanna and Sansa.

"Shut up, Arya," Sansa muttered.

"Probably in a brothel," Lyanna whispered under her breath. She thought she had said it quiet enough for no one to hear but someone clearly did as a hand touched her shoulder.

She spun around to see Jaime Lannister, the kingslayer. "He probably is, you know," He smirked at her. Lyanna didn't want to trust him or talk to him. She knew the rumours about him and his suster and she didn't like the fact that he had killed the mad king, despite being in the King's Guard. If he couldn't keep his vow about protecting the king, what vow could he keep.

"Oh, I- I'm sorry, I didn't expect anyone to hear that," she apologised, looking down at her dirty boots.

He smirked, laughing slightly at her apology. "Don't worry about it," he said. "You're the bastard, aren't you?"

"One of them, I'm Lyanna Snow," she said, smiling at him. She didn't want to get on this man's bad side, but he seemed to be friendly enough with her. He seemed rather flirty, not that calling her a bastard was flirting, of course. "You're Ser Jaime Lannister, of the Kings guard, twin brother to the queen and first born son of Tywin Lannister, right?"

He chuckled at what she said. "Seems like someone knows her houses," he smirked at her and Lyanna wished she hadn't said as much. She felt like she came off as too talkative.

"I like learning the history of the houses," Lyanna confessed, feeling herself blush.

"Now tell me, Lyanna, where is the nearest brothel?" he asked, his face serious, for once.

Lyanna was stunned to hear him ask her this. Lyanna didn't have a clue how to answer, seeing as she had never been to a brothel, never mind knowing where the nearest was. "I thought the Kings Guard were meant to be celibate, but if you're looking, I'd ask someone else,"

He smiled, almost gratefully at her before turning away. "Thank you, Lyanna, I assume I will see you at the feast,"

Hew had gone before she could tell him otherwise about that night's feast, but Lyanna wasn't sure if she should admit to the fact she wasn't allowed. It made her feel belittled and worthless, the fact she couldn't attend dinner because of her blood status.

"Why were you talking to the king slayer?" She heard Arya ask her from behind her. It was only then that she realised that Prince Jeoffrey had rode in with his 'body guard' Sandor Clegane, or, 'The Hound' as people called him. She noticed staring at her, almost glaring at her. She could feel his eyes burning into hers. Lyanna wasn't sure why he was staring and she didn't feel like she wanted to know why. He probably recognised her as one of the bastards and saw her as an animal to be looked at.

"He was talking about Tyrion," Lyanna said to her sister, turning away from Jeoffrey's gaze.

"Where is the imp?" Arya inquired, grinning curiously.

"Arya, shut up!" Sansa snapped again.

Lyanna couldn't help but grin at their banter. She wished that they got on more, like Lyanna and her brothers did, but they were sisters, who could expect anything different?

As soon as the crowd had dispersed from the court yard, Lyanna headed to her room to get changed back into her training clothes. She put a old woollen shirt on and an old pair of trousers, keeping her scruffy boots on. She stopped to pet and play with Winter, trying to teach her more tricks. She was a smart wolf and caught on quickly. Winter was probably the easiest out of all of the dire wolves to train.

Lyanna decided to head down to the kitchens and get some food for her wolf before starting training again. On her way down, she saw Queen Cersei, stood outside her chambers with her daughter, Princess Myrcella. They were both very beautiful, both with Lannister blonde hair and pale skin. If Lyanna cared about looks, she would be jealous of Cersei's high cheekbones and perfect skin, but Lyanna didn't care what she looked like, as long as she wasn't filthy with mud.

"Your grace," Lyanna curtsied to the queen and princess. "It is an honour to have you and your children here in Winterfell," she smiled at the queen and princess, despite not liking the queen much. Winter sat down obediently as Lyanna spoke, looking curiously up at the strangers. If Lyanna said so, Winter could tear them both apart and bring the ring on the princesses thumb to Lyanna, if she said the word. But that would not be civil of a host.

The queen looked Lyanna up and down, a snooty look on her face when she saw her clothes. Eventually, she smiled back at her. "Thank you, it is good to be here," she said, but she was telling about as much truth as Lyanna was by saying she was welcome here. "I do not think we have met, are you a servant here?"

Lyanna wanted to snigger at this. She saw the princess laugh before saying, "This is Lord Stark's daughter, mother!" she laughed at her mother and then at Lyanna. "Why are you dressed like that?"

Lyanna flushed red in embarrassment. "I'm training to fight with my brother's today, princess, I apologise for my appearance," Lyanna anwered, apologising for how she looked, although she didn't care about her appearance.

"Is that a wolf?" Myrcella inquired only just noticing the wolf. She backed away from Winter, almost in fear.

"A dire wolf, the sidgil of my house, princess, it won't harm you," Lyanna assured her, leaning down and scratching behind the wolf's speckled ears. Winter's tongue lolled out of her mouth as she relaxed. After two seconds, Winter collapsed onto the floor, rolling on her back, showing of her belly off.

"Well, the sidgil of your father's house, you are a bastard, after all," Cersei said. She spoke with grace, but what she said couldn't be graceful even if she sang it. Though being called a bastard didn't bother Lyanna as much as it did Jon, but the way Cersei said it showed Lyanna that the queen thought of Lyanna as filth on the ground.

Lyanna was not sure what to say next, so she simply curtsied again. "Until we meet again, your grace, princess,"

As soon as she said that to the two royals, she turned to her wolf, "Winter, come, let's go find Robb and Grey Wind,"

Lyanna began running through the corridors, her wolf following her, running along. She reached the kitchens and snuck in to see the cooks were preparing for the feast that night. She managed to steal some scraps of meat and an apple before running out again.

She fed the scraps to Winter as they walked along to the armoury where she hoped Robb would be. She pulled off chunks off the apple, throwing them up in the air and watching as Winter jumped up to catch them. Lyanna walked over to one of the Lannister horses, feeding the core to it. She did not know who the horse belonged to, until she heard a voice from behind her.

"What do you think you are doing to my horse?" She heard a voice demand. Lyanna spun around to see Prince Jeoffrey and surprisingly, the Hound was not with him.

"I was feeding it an apple core, I'm sorry if I was not meant to, but..." she began but was cut off.

"Who even are you, girl?" he asked her, a glare on his ugly face. Sansa thought he was handsome but Lyanna could only see him as an ugly, golden haired turnip. "I saw you with my uncle earlier, flirting with him,"

"I'm Lyanna Snow, twin sister to Jon Snow, daughter to Lord Eddard Stark, my prince," she curtsied slightly. "I was not flirting, your grace, I'm sorry it looked that way.

"The bastard daughter, not just Stark's daughter, you are his bastard daughter, know your place and get away from my horse," he snarled at her. "Why are you dressed like that, bastard?"

Lyanna was boiling up inside out of anger and was tempted to hit him. "I'm training, your grace," she explained, trying to keep as polite as possible. "My brother's are teaching me to fight,"

"Why would you, a woman, learn to fight?" he laughed at her. "Well, it wouldn't surprise me, Stark's are backwards, obsessed with wolves and frezzing themselves half to death. This place is a frozen wasteland,"

Lyanna couldn't hold it in any longer. She reached out her hand and slapped him hard across his cheek. He hissed in pain and surprise. He wimpered slightly whilst cupping his reddened cheek with his hand, which made him seem weak and pathetic. Lyanna heard a low growl come from her dire wolf as Winter watched as her master hit the prince. Lyanna knew that she could get Winter to pull him to pieces, even if she just hit him.

"Never disrespect the Stark's and Winterfell. I may be a bastard but that gives you know right to speak to me like that, my prince," Lanna added the last two words on sarcastically, spitting the rest of her words with anger and resentment.

"How dare you, you bitch, I shall have you killed for this," he groaned at her,which made Lyanna panic a little. If the Hound was with him, she would already be dead. How long would it take for Jeoffrey to find his guard and get him to kill her?

"You will do no such thing, Jeoffrey," she heard a voice say from behind her. She pun around to see the little Lord Tyrion, glaring up
at his nephew. "Apologies, my Lady, the prince does not know how to speak in respect to those who deal in kindness,"

Lyanna nodded to the dwarf, grateful that he saw what was happening. She thought it was over by that point but it wasn't as Jeoffrey began speaking again.

"I owe her no respect, she is a bastard and a filthy one at that," he spat at her, still rubbing his cheek. Lyanna reached on to slap his other cheek but she felt a hand grab hers, pulling her back. She turned to see Robb and Theon, both glaring at the prince.

"Run along, prince, run along and never speak of this," Robb glowered at Jeoffrey warningly. "We will not mention your humiliation if you do not mention our sister's outburst,"

Jeoffrey hesitated for a moment before turning and walking away. Lyanna struggled in Robb's grip, wanting to run after the prince and give him another whack. Robb pulled her back, spinning her to face him.

"What did you do?" He asked seriously, though she could see a small smile on both his and Theon's lips.

"Lady Snow did no wrong," she heard Tyrion speak up, all eyes turning to him. "Jeoffrey provoked her and he got what he deserved,"

"Thank you, Lord Tyrion, I would probably have lost my head," Lyanna nodded her head to the dwarf in gratitude and respect.

"I'm fairly surprised at what you did though," Tyrion continue as Robb let go of Lyanna's arm. He moved to stand next to Theon, watching his half- sister talk with the Lannister.

"How come?" Lyanna enquired. She liked Tyrion already. He was fairly likable, almost like his brother, except Tyrion didn't seem to be flirting with her as much as Jaime was.

"Jeoffrey is one day going to become king and a king needs a queen," he began explaining. "Most women we have met in King's Landing and on our way here were all very beautiful and charismatic but all wanted to use him to become royalty. None seemed to mind the fact that he was a little shit with it came to his personality. I have not seen anyone with the nerve and confidence to treat him how he deserves. You surprise me, Lyanna, you obviously care very little about becoming queen,"

Lyanna snorted out a laugh at his last comment. "Why would I give a damn about becoming queen?"

"I thought all ladies wished to marry a prince," Tyrion shrugged to her.

"Not I," Lyanna shook her head. "Thank you again, Lord Tyrion, I must get back to my training, my lord, I hope to see you later,"

Lyanna dismissed herself and walked towards the armoury with Robb and Theon, Winter following behind. Lyanna looked over to Robb and Theon who were staring at her in disbelief.

"You hit the future king!" Theon blurted out, like he still couldn't believe it had happened. "You slapped Jeoffrey Baratheon, future king of Westeros and the SevenKingdoms,"

"Yes, well observed," Lyanna rolled her eyes.

"As great as it was, it was foolish," Robb said, all joking aside. "When father hears about it, or even when my mother finds out,"

"I know how stupid it was Robb, but you haven't been insulted by three Lannister's today, had your family, your house, disrespected, your home insulted and treated like scum by those who are greater than you," Lyanna snarled at him, feeling tears prick at her eyes.

'I will not cry' she thought. 'I must not cry'. It hurt to think that Lyanna felt so alienated in the place she called home. It was always lie this when she met people from new houses. They were never as kind as the Stark's were to her. Not everyone treated their bastards as kindly as Lord Stark treated Lyanna and Jon. Not everyone was kind to bastards, so Lyanna felt like that when they were treating her how they would normally treat their bastards, it felt like she was being treated terribly. Sure, Jaime, Tyrion and the king had been kind to her but it felt like the horridness outweighed the compassion.

"I'm sorry Robb, I didn't mean to bite your head off it's just, the Lannister's have been here for two hours and I'm already sick of them, the sooner they leave the better," Lyanna muttered, thinking of the happy day the royal party would leave. 

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Hey guys!

Sorry about yesterday, I was just really wound up and upset about what had happened at school. I changed my username back but the story name won't be changed back, sorry if you liked the one before and the cover.

I really hate Jeoffrey! He's hard to write and is a little prick! I hope I wrote him right.

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See you same time next week!

~Olivia