A few weeks later

Lyarra was training with Samara and Fuyutyski miles away from the red keep and in front of a water bank learning some new magic from the two, in front of her laid a bowl that had water in it.

A few weeks has passed and her marriage to Jaime seemed to be falling apart again, Jaime was starting to distance himself from her which didn't anger her but confused her.

The young ice dragon had no doubt that The Queen probably had her claws in her brother again and Jamie once again foolishly fallen for it.

" Today, Lya I want you to try to shape the water into any shape that comes to your mind " Fuyutyski instructed.

Lyarra looked at the bowl then turned to look at the sorcerer in confusion at what he was asking her to do.

" You see little ice wolf since water can be turned into ice and ice can melt into water you have the ability to create and bend water at your will " Fuyutyski explained.

" Like a waterbender " Lyarra said.

" Yes, like that " Samara answered.

Lyarra imagined herself holding a sword, manipulating each molecule to the desired shape. Samara looked on as the fake weapon came to view, and was amazed. Fuyutsuki's reaction, on the other hand didn't show much, save for a slightly widened pair of eyes.

He had seen that before, as a lad simply wandering through his home. It had been springtime when he stumbled upon the home 's cherry tree, where his father thought Suguwara no Hayate resided. As a boy, he had not believed in spiritually, but once he touched the trunk of that tree for the first time —

“Excellent, Lyarra! " Samara remarked.

“Thank you for the compliment, Samara. Arya would love to hold a water sword."

The ladies laughed, not even noticing their friend 's silence.

They soon turned to look at him but found him gone in a cloud of dusk, " Where did he go he was right here " Lyarra exclaimed looking around for the sorcerer.

" My guess taken care of  some business he has to attend to " Samara responded.

" Was he impressed  " Lyarra asked.

" He was proud of you for unlocking a new abilities don't sweat about it no one can impressed the great Fuyutyski expect his wife " Samara exclaimed.

The young ice dragon nodded, " Anyway I have another magic trick to teach you but don't tell Fuyutyski he says you're not ready for it but I think you are " Samara said.

" I promise I won't " Lyarra repiled.

" So, Fuyutyski seems to think you're only an ice witch but I think if you spent more time practicing your magic you may unlock more abilities like healing or being able to retrieve lost memories" Samara states.

" You really think I can " Lyarra questioned.

" Yes, I was just like you a few years ago when I was beginning to learn about my magic, and over time I unlocked more abilities that I thought I would " Samara answered.

" Magic is truly a mystery to everyone even magic users like us " Samara added.

" You never really told me how you meet Fuyutyski" Lyarra spoke up.

" Well, it's a long story " Samara signed.

" I'm listening " Lyarra said giving her friend her clear attention.

" When I was a little girl growing up in Asshari my mother a fire priestess and a follower of the Lord of light  expected me to be follow in her footsteps and be a fire priestess but I didn't want to be one " Samara began to explain.

" I wanted to travel the world and explode new things, help people but my mother didn't like this and started to control me, and began to train me everyday hard.

" If I didn't get something right she would discipline me like using her magic on me an exporting pain on me " Samara added.

"  I couldn't take the abuse anymore so I ran away from home and never looked back, I ended up in Qarth and almost died from exhaustion, and dehydration.

" I thought I wasn't going to make it until a certain crow came upon me Fuyutyski he flew me back to his home and took me in as his own " Samara smiled.

" I owe everything I have to him, he is the reason why I am here today and who I am " Samara exclaimed.

" I'm so sorry that happened to you " Lyarra whispered staring at her friend in pity.

" It's okay I'm fine I'm over it " Samara said.

Through Lyarra could tell her friend was lying, " Anyway onto the next lesson " Samara said.

" And what's that " Lyarra spoke up.

" Defensive Magic " Samara responded with a devilish look in her eyes.

The young ice dragon could already tell this wouldn't be easy nor end well.

                Meanwhile

It was odd for Myrcella to face that foreigner, despite how she felt grateful for his help in putting Joffrey on his place. Tommen knew about the whole library incident, so she had accompanied his sister at wolf 's hour.

“Why are we sneaking into someone else' a chambers, 'Cells? "

“Because Mother does not appreciate us mingling with wolves and crows."

The siblings chuckled, only thru had to be silent again, as both of them bumped onto something that looked like a skirt.

“What are lions doing at the hour of the wolf? "asked a deep voice.

“I might have mistaken you for a man of the Night 's Watch, seeing as you tend to fly in the darkness." Myrcella replied.

“Let's be grateful that it's not Mother whom we met this night. " Tommen added.

Fuyutsuki noticed how tense the young ones looked, so he led them to his chambers.

“What's your clan like? " Tommen asked bluntly.

“The Suguwara clan prizes men who's occupation is war and protection. It dates back to our founder, Suguwara no Hayate, who was a *tengu"*".

Myrcella has heard of these brings, sometimes looking møre bird than human.

“They are masters of war. Does your father ever claim that he has the blood of a tengu?"

“That won't do, little cub. He does not go around flaunting bloodlines like some Targaryen."

“We never knew your sigil or words. " Tommen remarked.

“My crest here in Westeros is a crow perching on a branch of a cherry tree on a white field."

“Here in Westeros. What kind of crest do you have back home?"

“A wisteria facing up. "

“Really? I thought it was tulips! "

“Oh no, then you were looking at the wrong place. "

“Do your members have powers? " Tommen asked.

“Tommen, that's way too outlandish. "

“That can happen. If the Targaryens were dragon riders, some of my ancestors manipulated the wind, though everyone knew how to ride giant crows. "

“Any family motto? " Myrcella questioned.

“Poison to Protect. "

The Lannister cubs looked at each other, whispering after they saw steam rise from a small barrel. They were being treated to some matcha tea, and they thought it tasted sublime.

“Thank you for the tea, Ser Suguwara. " Myrcella spoke.

“You're very welcome, Your Grace."

The little lions ran back to their chambers, the lioness taking out her notes. She was busy organising the information that she just gathered, when the door suddenly opened.

“Mother! " she spoke, putting away her parchment.

“Hello, little lioness. What has woken you  at this hour?" asked Cersei.

“A task for my lessons. "

" Møre like a task for Joffrey" , she thought.

“It is imperative that you focus on your studies, Myrcella. Keep it up. "

Cersei left the room, not even asking her daughter about her day. It was always liks this for the Princess, and she was used to it.

Yes, she was young but she was stealthy. Joffrey would only see what he needed to see, so she gathered her notes again, and worked 'till dawn.

                __________

Jaime could still remember the promise he made to Lyarra, about calming his father down. He had hoped to cool down the situation between Samara, Fuyutsuki and the Great lion himself.

Standing in thst room, he felt powerless inside. His father always had a commanding presence and according to Aerys, the Mad King, he also had a certain hubris about him. *As if the Targaryens didn't have hubris, but this is something he was right about * he told himself.

"  Father, I " Jaime was about to say but the old lion stared at his son coldy silence him with just a look before speaking up.

" Is your wife with child yet " Tywin asked

“I don't know. " Jaime repiled nervously.

“How irresponsible can you be!? When Joanna was carrying you, she went to the Maester after she experienced the signs. You should take Lyarra Stark to Pycelle sooner rather than later, and I want that whore of hers, Samara and that foreigner gone." Tywin hissed.

" I want that too father but I don't want to make Lya upset she cares a great deal for the wrench " Jaime answered.

Tywin then stepped closer to his son, harshy fording him to look into his eyes.

“A lion does not concern himself with the opinions of a wolf. "

“I do care about —"

Tywin slapped his son across the face, not liking how he has gone 'soft'.

" You have become weak you have let that wife of yours step all over you and control you, and letting mere servants telling you want to do " Tywin spat out

" What are you a sheep or a lion " Tywin retorically asked.

" A lion " Jaime responded with a hiss.

" Then be a lion and get rid of unwanted prey around you, Samara of Asshari is a problem that need to be taken care of if you don't get rid of her I will " Tywin threatened.

“And that foreigner, whatever monster named him? Send his head on a spike. " he added.

Jaime nodded, knowing that he has failed.

" And as for your wife I expect for her to have a child in her the next moon if not I will have my guard hold her down and I will do the job myself  " Tywin said.

Jaime looked horrified at what he just heard, and it brought back memories of Tysha.

He did not expect to turn around and find wilted flowers on his father 's table.

*Where did they come from*?

He did not say a thing about it, and left his father to his thoughts. Lyarra would now have good reason to stay away from the wench.

           Sometime Later

Later that evening, Lyarra and Samara returned to Lyarra's chamber after a long day of training, they enter the room and saw Jaime standing there with a cup of wine in his hand consume in his own thoughts.

" Jaime, what's happened" Lyarra asked as she slowly made her way to her husband and brought a comfort hand to his face patting his check gently but soon saw that a bruise laid upon it.

" How did this to you " Lyarra hissed.

" Is everything alright my Lord " Samara asked.

“Stay away from Lyarra! You and your foreigner exile should go back whee you came from, and that man should be dead! " Jaime yelled.

“How could say that? They are part of my pack!" Lyarra exclaimed.

“Unfortunately, you're no longer a wolf, Lyarra *Lannister*. " Jaime snarled.

Lya was stunned. Jaime was not himself, but even she did not feel like herself. She had a strong urge to head to a chamber pot, and ended up spilling out her dinner there.

“Lyarra!"

Samara rushed over to get friend, running circles on her back.

“Let's get you out of here." she cooed, and as she was about to  dragged her friend to Sansa's room, Jaime soon took Lyarra from Samara and lifted her up in his arms and placed her down on the bed.

" My lord let me help her " Samara pleaded.

Jaime was not having it, choosing instead to slap Samara clean across the face.

“I've endured your presence for the longest time. Get out of my sight, *Samara of Ashaii*". Jaime bellowed.

" No, I will not Lyarra is my friend and you're just going to have to accept the fact that I'm going to be apart of her life, I'm not leaving her my lord " Samara hissed getting up from the ground.

“If you don't, I will tell my father to burn your friend down. No one cares for an exile. " Jaime threatened.

" Good luck trying my lord " Samara snorted.

" I am not leaving Lyarra and I am surprised that you actually care for her I assume that you would be with your golden twait as you have been for the last few weeks " Samara exclaimed.

"  You don't care about Lyarra in the end you'll just hurt her deeply as you have already have, and I will be here helping her pick up the pieces " Samara added.

She like Tywin forced Jaime to gaze at her, but this time, her face was inches from his face.

“I know that you pushed Bran off that tower. Threaten my team again, and I swear in the nane of Suguwara no Hayate, I will take Lyarra from you, and never return. " Samara whispered quietly.

She then spelled Jaime, like what had happened to her moments ago, and left the two.

Jaime gulped nervously at what he just witnessed, he stared down at his little ice wolf who was dead asleep no doubt exhausted.

" I can't lose her " Jaime thought.

                The Next Day
   

Rickon boarded his  giant crow, things packed like how Sansa had taught him. Yesterday, he had impressed Hayate so much that he was allowed to travel to the capital.  He had missed his sisters early, and he had hoped to see Tsuki again.

He would be three just in time for the Tourney of the Hand which he was determined to see.

His mother didn't know of his plans of leaving and wouldn't notice he was going seeing as she focus on other tasks at the moment.