Pregnancy truly took a toll on someone's diet, the young ice dragon was munching down on her second piece of chicken breast along with some pieces of dry toast.

She truly looked like a cow this wasn't how a lady should behave, I'm starting to sound like Sansa and mother oh God what a nightmare that would be " she thought.

Lyarra was currently sitting down next to Cadel along with Arya, Naerella, Raenys and Haycate fixing their breakfast together.

Cadal was quite the good company these last few days through Hayacte and Arya didn't trust him and was quite suspicious about his motives.

As Lyarra gobbled up her second piece of chicken she grabbed another one placing it on her plate and started to tear at that one.

Raenys began to clear her throat staring at her lady uneasy gaining her attention, " what " Lyarra said.

" Um, my lady I don't mean any disrespect but that is a lot of food you're containing, it's not good for the baby to have a lot of greasy food  " Raenys commented.

" What are you trying to say that I'm not a good mother " Lyarra hissed setting her piece of chicken down staring at her Raenys annoyed.

She was sick and tired of being told what to do, all she wanted to do was to eat in peace without anyone commenting.

" No, not at all.... I'm just saying you may want to watch what you eat from now " Raenys replied.

" Raenys " Naerella scolded staring at her friend in disbelief.

" So, basically I'm just a fat cow that eats all day and is trying to destroy her baby " Lyarra chuckled sarcastically beginning to feel the anger rise up in her.

" No, that's what I mean it's just these last few days you've been eating like a pig " Raenys whispered.

" Pig " Lyarra yelled getting up from her seat.

" My sister is no pig she is pregnant, pregnant women are known to eat like savages at the end stages of their pregnancy, our mother did the same thing when she carried Bran and Rickon it's totally normal " Arya spoke up staring at the handmaiden coldly.

Renys glared at the pre-teen wolf, silently hoping that Arya was wrong. Her own feelings about losing her husband had started to surface after so long. *No, I can't have the ladies angry now…*

" That is quite judgemental for someone below your status to judge a princess " Cadel hissed.

" I meant no disrespect " Raenys defended.

" You should be mindful of your words  child " Hayacte advised.

" Which I keep trying to tell you but you don't listen " Naerella added.

Renys excused herself from the table, taking a mental note of what to do next. Her previous wine ploy had obviously failed. Sharkan had been a cousin of hers, born into a wealthy family while here she was, struggling as a handmaiden to a spoiled whorish princess.

It wouldn't be much longer, her master would figure something out and when this was all over she would be paid dearly for her services to the crown and make a life for herself.

“How impolite of her. " ”remarked Cadal. He had noticed something off about the quiet maid.

“I agree. She's been a little more irritable these past few days." added Naerella.
“It must be due to the wine incident. "
continued Arya.

Hayate, who had been paying attention to the conversation, took mental notes of the details. The more he thought about it, the more he suspected Renys of becoming a traitor.

" I'm sick and tired of being judged for being myself…. I know I look like a cow and eat like one now but I don't need to hear it " Lyarra cried out, tears beginning to fall from her eyes.

" Gosh, it's already hard enough that Jaime isn't here with me to help me out with this and being constantly hunted down by people who want me and my child dead… can't I just get one day of peace " Lyarra hissed.

“You'll never get peace as long as Cersei lives." Hayate spoke up.

“I'll give you permission to leave for the night. I'll discipline my worker. " Illyrio reassured the girls.

" Please don't Master Illypio, I am sure Raenys didn't mean to say such things like that perhaps she's just going through something " Lyarra spoke up not liking the idea of Raenys being punished.

“Worry not , Princess. A few words will do." replied the host.  

" Who's this Jaime fellow? '' Cadel asked curiously.

“We don't talk about that name here." Arya growled.

" My husband " Lyarra signed.

" Oh, I'm sorry " Cadel whispered, staring at the young ice dragon in pity.

" It's alright " Lyarra nodded and began to twirl around with the ring on her finger….. the ring that Jaime had gifted her after their wedding as a gift.

The young she-wolf stared at her sister, noticing the sad expression on her face and signed. She knew her older sister still had feelings for the kingslayer.

" Lya, you don't need him you have me " Arya spoke up grabbing her sister's hand with hers.

" I know, " Lyarra said with a small smile.

The young ice dragon soon stood up from her seat, " May I be excused, I'm kind of tired  " Lyarra said.

“Yes. Good night, my lady." replied Illyrio, and watched his guest leave the dining hall.

                 Stark Camp

Jaime was sound asleep in his cell, which was surprising since he was used to soft beds all his life. The same thing could not be said for his mind, which had decided to give him a dream.

Footsteps approached the door of his prison, causing the lion Knight to wake up. He was surprised to find his beloved wife in front of him.

“Little ice wolf, I thought you were… dead!" he exclaimed.

“You already are… to me." Lyarra replied.

" Where have you been, my love…. have you been harmed by those Heretics" Jaime asked.

His little ice wolf let out a sarcastic chuckle and stared at him with a scoff, " They would never harm you as you have done " She answered.

“What do you mean…? That heretic burnt down the Inn that you were staying, that's how you died! " exclaimed Jaime. He was in denial. How could Lya turn against him now?

“You are a foolish man. Did you ever count on Cersei telling you the truth? Have you ever thought to yourself that your lover would lie to you? Oh wait, you wouldn't; I'm not one of you. "

“Cersei would never— Lya, don't forget that you're a Lannister now. Leave those savages  behind."

Lyarra ignored him, and started to walk away. She was not hearing any more of his excuses.

“Wait, Lya please! " her spouse cried out, trying and failing to reach her.

“I am Lyarra Stark of Winterfell; I will always be a Stark. "

Jaime could do nothing to stop her from disappearing into the void. The feeling of remorse started to creep in.

Lions always win… right?

A splash of water woke the prisoner, as the dawn of a new day set in. Jaime looked around, spotting Rickard Karstark glaring daggers at him.

“Didn't expect you to cry out that loudly, Kingslayer. Lady Stark is gone, accept it. " he mocked.

Jaime looked like he would rather die. So… it was just a dream?

Death was certainly better than losing his little ice wolf at this point.

 
                      _____

Back in King's Landing, the small council joined together discussing the recent events of what had happened…. The Queen sat in front in a steaming mood.

Soon, the king's guards entered the room and bowed.

" What news? " The Queen demanded.

" Your grace, we have been unable to locate the heretic " one of the guards responded.

Myrcella, who decided to disobey her mother's orders sat beside her uncle. She held an envelope close to her chest, almost ready to be shown to the council.

“You can't find him anymore. He's probably somewhere in Essos, but not Kamakura." she spoke up.

“How would you know?" asked Varys.

“Just a hunch. You're the Master of Whispers, Lord Varys. Surely you can find a way to locate him. "

Varys smiled at the compliment, though he knew that the princess was just teasing him.

“Lord Baelish, why don't you try and use your little birds? Before that escorted Myrcella back to her chambers." Cersei snapped.

“Before you unceremoniously kicked me out of this meeting, I received word from the Martell's." replied Myrcella.

The council turned their gazes to her, wondering why she chose to tell them now.

“Can you read us this missive? " requested Tyrion.

“To Her Highness, the Princess Myrcella of House Baratheon

We have received your letter regarding a plea for help with the Stark rebellion. We, the people of Dorne, send our condolences to the late Lord of Winterfell. He was a good friend of the Daynes, hence his standing with us back at Sunspear. We are willing to cooperate with your family on one condition; bring us the head of Ser Gregor Clegane, and give your hand to one of us in marriage.

Yours Sincerely
Prince Doran Nymor Martell, Lord of Sunspear and Ruling Prince of Dorne"

Cersei stood up, and attempted to pry the letter off her daughter 's hands.

“How dare they, and how dare you, Myrcella!" she screeched.

“Me? I've been trying to find allies for us! The North and the Riverlands are with the Starks, the Stormlands and the Reach are proclaiming another idiot as king, and Lady Arryn refuses to answer my pleas. Dorne is our only option now." explained the Princess.

“Your grandfather will win this war for us, little lion. No need to concern yourself with this."

“The war your son started! I would never ask the Greyjoys for help; they are better off as an autonomous region anyway. "

“MYRCELLA! "

Tyrion finally had enough of the argument. His sweet niece was making the right points, but his sister would never listen to reason.

“You can still try to ask, 'Cella. For now, retreat to your chambers. I will handle the Martells' request for you." he calmly stated, and escorted his niece out of the meeting room.

                      Dorne

Prince Doran sat on his chair, his gout flaring up again. I should have eaten more greens, he reflected. Footsteps soon echoed in the room, signifying another person's presence in the balcony.

“A missive from the Capital, My Prince. "

Doran calmly unsealed the letter, surprised at the response. Excellent, she knows her ways.

“To Prince Doran Martell of Dorne

I have decided to agree with your terms. The deaths of your sister and her children is an injustice that has plagued your family for years. Unfortunately, my mother, blessed with her sanity, refuses to keep Ser Gregor away from he grasp. Leave it to her to keep the company of the deranged. I will be working behind the scenes to bring him to the hands of Lady Justice, and I will be honoured to become a princess of Dorne.

With all respect
Princess Myrcella Baratheon of King's Landing

Soon, a boy of around twelve entered the place, having been summoned by his father.

“This was your idea, son. Now reap what you sowed. "

Trystane took the letter, and read it. Grinning, he left the chambers, ready to write a response to the joyous news.