This is Gabriel Marbrand and Floro Flowers, two characters we made up ourselves. They're gonna be making their debut in this chapter so we hope you enjoy!

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Helaena's POV ~ Kings Landing
"Thank you for helping me unpack, Floro" I smile at my maid. She has fiery red hair and an attitude to match. Her bluey green eyes seem as if they could see your soul, and she is quite judgemental...

"You shouldn't be thanking a maid" voices Jaime, strolling into my chambers unannounced. He looks at Floro and raises an eyebrow "You can leave us now". Floro stares at him, backing away slowly, She doesn't take her eyes off him till she is closing the door behind her. "I swear she's in love with me" comments Jaime, a smirk on his face.

Jaime is wearing his Kingsguard armour, appearing regal as always, his long sword on his side. I feel the heat of the southern sun on my back as I walk towards Jaime, a small smile on my face.

"Is there any reason for your surprise visit?" I ask him, a small voice inside of me hopes he was just coming to see me and was not coming with bad news. "I bear bad news I'm afraid, my Lady" replies Jaime, his smirk leaving his face. Oh gods... I groan mentally.

"What happened? Are my family okay?" I question concernedly. Jaime grabs both of my hands, holding them in his coarse ones, both of his easily bigger than mine. He leads me to the bed. We both sit on it and we sink into it because it's so soft.

"I'm afraid your father was attacked" he says frankly. "What?!" I exclaim, standing up. "Helaena sit back down" commands Jaime, tugging on my hands. Not expecting the ferocity of the pull, I slip and fall onto his lap, my head clashing against his golden breastplate.

"Are you alright?" asks Jaime concernedly, his fingers grasping my chin and lifting my head up so we're eye to eye, his other hand groping my forehead, seeing if there is a bruise.

"I'm fine" I mutter, taking his hand off my head and holding it gently in my own. Jaime looks down at our predicament and smirks appreciably. "We are to leave for Casterly Rock as soon as possible" he announces. "What?!" I exclaim, knowing better than to stand up, I stay seated on Jaime's lap. He doesn't reply, so I refrain my question, "When?".

Jaime smiles a sneaky smile "Now".  I get up off his lap, let go of his hand and jab a finger at him. "You come in here telling me that my father just got attacked and now you want me to go to Casterly Rock with you?!" I demand, jabbing him with every word. "Yeah that's quite about it" responds Jaime, "Oh wait, I forgot to mention that we are getting married there" he adds, his voice sharp.

Jaime gets up off the bed,  shaking his long golden hair out of his face. He holds my face, forcing my eyes to meet his emerald ones. "I hope your head doesn't hurt too much" he murmurs, kissing where the bruise was forming lightly. He drops his hands, sighing and ambles out of the room without another word.

The second he leaves, Floro rushes in and heads straight over to me. "Did he hit you?!" She questions. "No no of course he didn't" I exclaim quickly, looking away. "He better watch his hands" she mutters darkly under her breath, her voice getting deep and masculine sounding.

I frown. I do love Floro, but she can act a bit crazy sometimes. "Okay...." I finally reply, patting her shoulder.

Cerseillia's POV ~ King's Landing

I have just passed Uncle Jaime and Heleana sneaking off on their horses to Casterly Rock. It is a bit annoying, I was looking forward to getting dressed up and looking well for the wedding feast and having a bit of fun, maybe even talking to Heleana again.

I stopped at my mother's room a few minutes ago to have some conversation, but she sent me off to the Throne Room to find Sansa and "befriend her". I knew best not to argue with her, as all that's been on her face since this morning, when she found out about Jaime leaving, is a scowl. I pass the room where the Small Council have their meetings and I can hear Varys murmuring on about something in his silky voice. I keep walking, and turning the corner I arrive at the Throne Room.

I stroll down the steps, my heels clicking loudly on the white marble floor as I spot Sansa, who peers at me cautiously and her Septa who tilts her head, furrowing her eyebrows. "Your Grace, how can I help?..." the Septa murmurs, walking up closer to me. I cross my arms, raising my eyes to the ceiling. "Leave us, Septa" I say curtly. "Mother sent me to have a chat with Lady Sansa" As soon as I mention her name, Sansa's eyes fill with fear.

She is annoying, her personality is everything I hate, her house is our mortal enemy.... But, since she has no idea what is going on and her sister Heleana is nice, I will try to be her friend around here. Septa nods quickly, giving Sansa a supportive squeeze on her arm. "I'll be in my chambers if you need me dear" she says, hurrying away.

I turn to Sansa, forcing a wide smile on my face. "So how has your first day been?" She shrugs slightly, fixing the sleeves of her pale blue dress hastily. "Its very different to Winterfell, Your Grace" she replies cooly, finally looking up.

"Just call me Cerseillia" I interrupt, laughing slightly.

I decide to change the conversation and pull her over to the Iron Throne, grinning madly at the sight of it. Getting a hold of myself, I glance at Sansa's innocent face.

"Someday, my brother- your husband, will sit on that throne" I say. "With us sitting by his side of course" I add quickly, smirking. "Um, he'll be a wonderful ruler, I know it..." she mutters, looking at the Throne in slight awe.

I raise my eyebrows at her. That girl isn't fooling anyone, it's quite clear that she is still on her house's side, and thinks Joff is just some tyrant who can't rule.

"Say what you really think, I'm just the princess, I can't do anything" I simper sweetly. I want to get all the truth out of her so I can go tell Joffrey.

She takes a deep breath and looks me in the eye. "I know Joffrey hates me" she mutters, her mouth curling up so she looks like she's about to cry. Oh Lord, Joffrey's gonna have to buy her some pretty necklace or something to make her happy again. Good thing I've been taught how to lie fantastically.

"Nonsense!... If you're thinking about the business with the direwolves again... Well, you know direwolves are wild, dangerous creatures and every last one of them should be killed" I exclaim, as Sansa bites her lip, looking doubtful. "Please, Lady was kind, I don't want to talk about her" she mumbles and turns her head away.

Rolling my eyes I follow her down the steps again. "Look, sometimes, Joffrey may make a bad desicion. Every good king does" I explain, as Sansa just stares expressionlessly. "But, whatever he does, be it the worst decision in history, that will cause a war which will mean the end of man as we know it, you still have to be at his side. Our job is to fullfill out husband's needs, Sansa, and that's exactly what you will do with Joffrey" I finish. She looks fixedly at the Throne, and turns back to me. "I guess you are right, Cerseillia. But I wonder why haven't you been betrothed yet, both me and Heleana are to be married soon and we are your age" she questions, raising her chin with sudden confidence. Why does she suddenly think she can ask me questions?

"Well... It's just not the right time yet. No doubt I will be married off to some Prince soon enough" I scoff, dismissing the question quickly. We start walking out of the throne room into the fresh air. "I must say" Sansa muses "Its quite funny how all your Baratheon ancestors have black hair, and then there's just you, Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella who have beautiful golden hair"

I hope she's not addressing the rumours that always go around, about Mother and Uncle Jaime... I admit, they do seem quite believable.... But of course they're not true, that- that would be quite unpleasant. Although I would definitely prefer Jaime as a Father rather than my own drunken one, whatever the circumstances are.

"I always just take that as a compliment when people tell me, golden hair is so much prettier than black" I reply easily, smiling coyly at her. "I guess your right" she says. "I have one other thing to say, it's quite embarassing to be honest" she adds, smiling awkwardly. I tell her to carry on.

"Well, I was always so jealous of your relationship with Joffrey, I always wished I had a twin brother that I could share such a close bond with" she mumbles. I smile and am about to reply when she suddenly continues. "It's just like Queen Cersei and Ser Jaime, right? It must be nice to have such a loving relationship with a brother.." she finishes, crossing her arms and looking at the floor with a slight idiotic smirk.

I stop at the courtyard, to head down to my room. "I don't know what on earth you could be getting at, dear Sansa" I mutter, with a dark look in my eye. "It was nice talking to you, I hope to see you at the tournament" I nod, and walk away without even looking to see her reaction. What a little bitch...

Helaena's POV ~

We had been riding along the woodlands to Casterly Rock for five days. A warm bath would be so nice right now... I think wistfully, shifting slightly in my saddle, trying to get more comfortable.

"When was the first time you killed a person?" questions Jaime randomly, riding his own horse beside me on the old dusty road. "When I saved your niece, when she was with my Father's turncloak" I reply curtly, while Jaime looks away awkwardly. I grip my horses rough leather reins tighter, recalling the memory of the wildling, of my sword slashing through his neck, feeling his warm blood splattered across my face, seeing the life drain out of his eyes.I shake my head to get rid of the memory.

"How about you?" I ask, looking at him, the morning sun is finally coming out, shining on his hair, making it bright like his Father's gold. "I was sixteen years old, only a Squire. He was an outlaw in the Brotherhood and I cut his head clean off in the Kingswood" confides Jaime, his voice low and husky.

"Seems like both of ours had no last words" I note, moving my gaze back to the road ahead. "And we were both sixteen" He adds softly, smoothing his creamy leather jacket. We fall silent, keeping our eyes on the road, the sun rising slowly but surely.

"I'm sorry you had to leave the Kings Guard because of our betrothal" I murmur quietly,  breaking the silence between us.  Jaime looks up at me in surprise, "It wasn't your fault, I didnt even enjoy it..It just gave my brother in-law the pleasure..." he says finally after a long pause. "Its not so bad, I mean I get to marry a beautiful fighter and you get to marry a ruggedly handsome Lannister" muses Jaime, trying to comfort me in a weird way.

"Oh there's a handsome Lannister?  What's his name? Maybe I can marry him instead" I tease, a grin forming on my face. Jaime starts laughing and I join in. The thought comes to me, I'm laughing with a Lannister... If you told me that a few months ago I would be Lady Stark and betrothed to a Lannister, I would have laughed in your face and called you crazy.

"We're here" announces Jaime. I look up off the road and gasp. "Its spectacular" I say, amazed at the beauty and the structur of the castle. "I've never seen anything like this" I tell Jaime excitedly, I look over at him and he is watching my reaction with a smile. "Come on!" I shout, kicking my horse, urging her to run.

*skip to the next day*

"Come here girl! I can show ya a good time!" whistles some idiotic soldier. Ignoring him, I keeping on walking with my head held high, my sword at my side. "What are ya doing all the way out here girly" I hear the same voice ask, out of breath from trying to keep up with my pace. Sighing I finally look at the poor chap who was trying to get my attention. He has long scruffy brown hair, a scraggly stubble, beady eyes and his face seemed sunken in.

I raise an eyebrow at him, "I'm here to see Lord Jaime" I inform him and the man scoffs. "What would you want with him and his golden cock? When mine would be much more fun and enjoyable"

I start laughing slightly under my breath, he has no idea who I am...
"Oi! Who are ya laughing at ya painted whore!" He shouts, making a grab for my arm. Before he can touch me, I raise my sword up to his neck and hold it in such a way that I start to draw blood. " I am Heleana Sno-- ,Stark, of Winterfell, daughter of Ned Stark, the Hand of the King -"

I get interrupted by an unfamiliar voice "And soon-to-be Lady of Casterly Rock, betrothed of Jaime Lannister. Leave her be or I'll cut your throat myself"

The man with the beady eyes rushes off, muttering about stupid whores and knights. I turn around to the owner of the voice, and I'm immediately captivated by his blue eyes, they are just like Robb's. "Thank you for getting rid of him Ser......" I say , not knowing his name, and the man chuckles, his short grey hair shaking with the movement. "I'm no Ser I'm afraid, my Lady".

"My name's Gabriel" he continues, bowing slightly. "I don't mean to be rude Gabriel, but to you mind pointing me in the direction of where Ser Jaime is?" I question, smiling up at him."I'll do you one better my Lady, I'll bring you myself" states Gabriel,  grabbing my elbow and leading me through the camp.

"Call me Heleana, please" I say, while getting a proper look at him, he's tall and lean, probably about twenty years old, his tanned skin making his grey hair standing out. "Helaena it is" he replies, shooting me a boyish grin,

"Do you like my grey hair?" He asks, his pacing slowing so we're walking side by side. What a strange question to ask...

"Its unique for someone of your age" I admit carefully. His large hand lets go of my elbow and he turns to me, confessing very seriously. "I'm cursed". "Cursed?" I ask bewilderedly, "Cursed" he confirms. "I've had grey hair since I was 15, runs in the family"

I start laughing, I can't help myself "What an awful predicament that is for you" I mange to get out, "Oi shut up" he gives out, laughing himself, "We're here my Lady" he tells me in between his chuckling. I stop before the tent and thank Gabriel for escorting me, "It was no problem Helaena" he respond, smiling.

He walks back the way we came and I find myself outside the huge scarlet and golden tent, I feel the worn fabric of the doorway and stand for a couple of minutes, listening to the two voices converse inside.

"I need you to be the man you were always meant to be." The sound of a knife carving through skin soon follows, "Not next year, Not tomorrow,  Now" demands the dry and formidable voice, who I assume is the infamous Tywin Lannister.

A few moments pass before Jaime storms out. He stops, shocked to see me standing here before turning angry. "How long have you been out here?!" He snaps, gripping my shoulders. "I just got here, a soldier lead me... We are both needed back at Casterly Rock to prepare for the wedding" I stutter.

Jaime sighs and lets go of me, dragging his hand through his hair. He's going to have no hair if he keeps running his fingers through it, "Come on, lets go" he instructs. We both start walking at a slow pace. Bran would love it here I think sadly, as I look around at all the rushing horses and soldiers.

Just before we exit the camp, we run into the fella with the beady eyes again, I growl slightly and tighten my grip on my sword and Jaime moves his head to see who I'm glaring at. "What did he do to you?" questions Jaime in a low voice. "Failed at trying to get me into his bed, that's what" I reply, still glaring at the man who seems to not have noticed me and Jaime's presence. Jaime starts walking forward, unsheathing his sword, "Jaime! What are you doing?!" I whisper shout.

Cerseillia's POV ~ King Robert's Joust

I look around me at the bustling crowds, and the huge wooden stags on each side of the stage I'm sitting on. Beside me is Joffrey, who doesn't seem to be enjoying the tournament at all, with his purple velvet cape shrouded over his shoulder. Behind us is our imposing Dog, in his dark grey armour and scraggly brown hair, and on the other side is the slightly less imposing Ser Barristan Selmy, with his almost snow white hair and golden, polished armour.

I can see Joffrey huffing, running a hand through his hair, his ruby ring glistening in the sunlight. I look down to take a peek at what's making him so sullen, to see Sansa peering up at us, a frown on her face. I can't help but smirk. I told her to beware of what she says, to make Joffrey happy, and she didn't listen...

Suddenly I jump in fright as Father bursts out of his seat. "We've been sitting here for days! Start the damn joust before I piss myself" He exclaims, as Mother and I share a look of disgust. She gets up, looking quite uncomfortable as Dog clears the path down the steps for her. I am about to whisper something to Joffrey but I'm interrupted as Tommen starts shouting in excitement. "Look! It's The Mountain! He's riding in!!" He points and Myrcella claps and giggles.

To be honest this tournament will probably be a bore, Ser Gregor Clegane against... Some wannabe knight named Ser Hugh of the Vale? They ride up beside each other, both their horses shaking their heads and whinnying energetically. They have only just taken off their helmets and saluted before Father starts yelling again. "Yes yes, enough of the bloody pomp. Have at it!" He finishes, thrusting his glass into Lancel's face, indicating to him to fill it up.

They both trot away to their separate sides, as trumpeter belts out a fanfare. They are both given their shields, and the joust starts. As they start galloping at each other it all seems to go in slow motion. They get nearer and nearer, as Ser Gregor's horse starts foaming at the mouth and Ser Hugh's horse's hooves come flying, spraying sand everywhere.

Then all of a sudden the Mountain's spear moves up in the air and pierces Ser Hugh's neck, sticking out the other end as blood spurts everywhere. A collective gasp comes from every corner of the seats as we all stand up in excitement. He falls off his horse, choking and spluttering on the blood until he finally stops, laying on the ground.

There is a look of utmost shock on everyone's face, except for mine, as I can't hold myself back and start clapping eagerly. "Now that's what you call a real joust!" I shout, the biggest grin on my face. After a few seconds I stop, as everyone peers at me in silence. I laugh awkwardly, as the Starks look at me with shocked eyes while Littlefinger, who is sitting beside them starts chuckling.

*time skip to the next day*

"What kind of tournament lasts 2 days anyway" Joffrey mutters, as we sit in the exact same places as yesterday, waiting for the Mountain Killing Spree Part 2. "Oh cheer up, don't you remember the good times we had, watching the blood spill out onto the ground, watching the spears stick through the knight's backs, killing them like flies?" I describe bloodthirstily, smiling at Joffrey. "Its not fun when it's the same person winning all the time" Joffrey replies sharply, looking down at the arena in boredom.

Suddenly the whole crowd starts cheering and whistling, and I turn my head to see the handsome Ser Loras Tyrell, Knight of the Flowers strolling up the path on his gorgeous grey horse. I groan slightly. Of course one of my favourite knights has to be going up against the killer Mountain...

My thoughts are interrupted by Ser Loras riding up to me, holding out a red rose, the symbol of his house. "Why thank you, Ser Loras" I say seductively, batting my eyes. Yes, I may like him a little bit... He nods at me with a smirk, and then glances up at Uncle Renly, who places his hand on the side of his face and smiles slightly, looking mesmerized at Loras. God's, so many rumours going on about those two. Ser Loras is just too handsome to be a pillow biter... I hope.

I raise my eyebrows at Renly as Loras trots off to stand beside Ser Gregor. Father, who's decided to keep to only 5 jugs of wine today, scratches his black beard in slight confusion as Ser Gregor's horse starts pacing around crazily. "A wild horse for an even wilder man" I remark, crossing one leg over the other. As they ride down to their starting sides, Ser Loras seems to have a slightly mocking smirk on his face as he looks back at the Mountain's horse, black fringe flying all around as it bucks and leaps angrily all over the place.

Ser Gregor is barely able to receive his shield, as he tugs desperately at the reins, trying to get his horse to stand still for atleast one second while Loras calmly walks down and puts on his beautiful helmet of silver metal flowers. I look back as I hear Lord Baelish calling out to Renly.

"100 gold dragons on the Mountain!" he smirks, brushing out his moustache. "I'll take that bet" Renly replies quickly and confidently while Littlefinger pretends to be thinking. "Now what will I buy with 100 gold dragons" Petyr remarks. "A thousand barrels of Dornish wine" he carries on, as Renly raises his eyebrows with a sassy sneer. "Or a girl, from the finest pleasure houses of Lyse" Littlefinger finishes with a wink.

"Or you could even buy a friend!" I call out, smirking at Littlefinger. He nods with a grin. "Of course, Princess Cerseillia is right" he says, turning back around to the arena. As the the fanfare plays, we all look closely, at the two great fighters. They start galloping towards each other, but the ride is short-lived as almost straight away Loras thrusts his spear into the Mountain, splintering his shield and causing him to fly off into the fence, breaking almost all of it.

A huge cheer breaks out, as Renly jumps up with a huge grin and starts clapping and laughing madly. "You got what you wanted, the Mountain finally lost"  I nudge Joffrey, who nods smugly. I stand up, and with a huge smirk on my face walk over to Littlefinger, who seems to be pretty lost for words. "Such a shame Littlefinger" I state, patting his back mockingly. "You could've had a friend" finishes Renly with a manic laugh.

Littlefinger turns to us with his hands on his hips. "And when will you be having your friend?" He asks with a wiggle of his eyebrows while Renly stares at him open mouthed. I can't help but giggle at Littlefinger's words. Uncle doesn't reply, just looks at Loras with forlornness in his eyes.

A quite satisfied with himself Lord Baelish kisses my hand and sits back down. I nod at him with a smile and am about to walk back to my seat with my family, when I hear a disgruntled yell. The Mountain has just gotten up from underneath all the broken pieces of wood. He throws away his helmet and underneath is a furious looking face, as red as the cloth of my dress.

He tugs at his weak looking horse, sweat patches clearly visible all over its black body. Yanking it by the reins, he strides over in front of us. With a raise of his positively giant metal sword, he cleanly slices the horse's head off and it collapses, dark red blood running everywhere and sinking into the previously yellow sand.

As a panic arises, Ser Loras finally notices what's going on and turns around in shock. Ser Gregor swings towards him and throws him off his horse. Renly stands up and gives out a scream, while I move closer to Littlefinger and Lord Stark, who is looking around with wide eyes, obviously never seen such a barbaric act before.

"They need to stop the monster before he kills Loras!" I exclaim to Littlefinger, who can't keep his dark grey eyes off of Ser Loras, who is now crouching on the ground, scrambling to get his shield to fend off the crazed Mountain. He shakily jumps up and starts blocking Ser Gregor's blows. All of a sudden, out sprints Gregor's brother, our own Dog, who I had completely forgotten was there. He jumps out onto the arena, brandishing his own huge sword.

It's turned into a brother vs brother fight.

They stand back, not taking their eyes off each other. The Hound takes a deep breath, and with one small step he swings right into his brother. As their swords clash, and they grunt and shout, I look over to Joffrey who has stood up, and finally looks like he is enjoying himself.

I slowly turn to Father, who is looking even more befuddled. He catches my eye, and I grin. This is what the tournaments should be, real fighting. One look at my face and the two Clegane brothers, he absolutely explodes in anger.

"STOP THIS MADNESS IN THE NAME OF YOUR KING" he bellows. I quickly turn around again, ignoring that look that passed between us. The Hound swirls his sword around and swiftly lands on the ground, kneeling before us, while the Mountain just glares at every living thing in his sight. He wallops his bloody sword down, and storms away, while my Father shouts at the commoners and knights to let him through.

It's so displeasing that they always let Ser Gregor get away with these acts
I think to myself, as Loras quietly comes up to the Hound. "I owe you my life Ser" he says thankfully, looking up at him, shocked. Dog just looks away from him, obviously not used to being thanked.

"I'm no Ser" he mutters distastefully, but Loras ignores his remark and takes his hand into his own, raising it high in the air as we all cheer. "The real winner!" Loras announces, with Sandor beside him looking like he doesn't have a clue in the world about what's going on.

As the crowds start to disperse, and the men start taking down the banners and decorations, I walk down to Lord Eddard and Lady Sansa, who are standing beside each other awkwardly, not talking. "My my, I assure you, jousts usually do not become as eventful as this" I laugh, squeezing Sansa's shoulder even though for some reason she is looking at me like I'm an alien with 4 heads who just killed her entire family...

"And this may be the last one for a while. The Crown is very in debt" The Hand replies, his eyebrows furrowed, the wrinkles around his eyes becoming more and more apparent. "Ah yes. To my Grandfather, I believe" I say, clasping my hands and smiling.

I look down at his walking stick and his injured leg, the cause of which came from my Uncle Jaime. "I do hope your leg gets better soon, it was very unfortunate that you got injured so soon after becoming Hand" I murmur as Sansa just looks away in boredom. He sighs slightly."Thank you, Your Grace, also please send my regards to your dear Father" he adds leaning in, putting an emphasis on the word "father".

Narrowing my eyes, I lean against one of the cold dark posts that was holding my house banners. "Of course, but you will see him soon anyway, you are his Hand" I state carefully. Ned just nods and walks away, leading Sansa in front of him.

Better not be late for the dinner, or Mother will strangle me I think to myself. Lifting my crimson dress up so it won't drag along the dirty ground, I quickly start walking back to the castle. "I wonder if Heleana and Jaime have been wed yet" I mutter as the random thought pops into my head. I keep walking, my boots crunching on the stoney sand ground.