Dancing Lesson ( 2 days later)

The young ice dragon didn't think things could get worse for her as she now stood in an empty room with Samara and her sister in front of them Septa Celia who was teaching them about southern dances ladies like themselves would dance in the capital all the time.

The queen had instructed them all to learn the southern way saying they were in the south now and it was time they starting acting southern.

She had even requested new dresses for them removing their old northern clothes and throwing them out.

Lyarra was wearing a rich soil low cut blue dress that showed of her breasts and hips way to much but the queen had claimed her brother would like to see her like this from now on and that she would soon be a Lannister and that she started acting like one.

Sansa her sister wore a pink dress that was low cut as well showing off her hips while Arya wore a low cut orange dress which she despised.

Samara wore a backless dress with an obi style belt as embellishment. She would not have complained if it had sleeves.

It didn't.

What did the queen think of her, a whore?

To make herself more comfortable, she added a jacket with long, hanging sleeves to her attire.

" Now, ladies you are in the south now and its would be wise for you all to get use to our southern ways especially you Lady Lyarra you will Lady Of Casterly Rock one day it will be you duty to pleasure and provide heirs for your husband " Septa Celia states.

Lyarra cringed at that saying. Did they really think women like her were just banks for the seeds of men? Samara was especially offended by that; no Westerosi would ever take a sorceress to wife. Suguwara would, if the Princesa of Kamakura had not gotten to him first. Sansa looked the most overjoyed at the prospect out of the four in the room, yet her smile did not reach her eyes. Arya was being herself, against her sister's advice.

"Can't å lady be a fighter, Septa?"

Sansa whacked her in the head for that. Without their mother by their side, it was up to her to at least try to curb her younger sister's wilder tendencies.

"Arya, what have I told you?"

" She was just asking a question gosh Sansa you're not her mother so don't discipline her like she is your own child because she's not " Lyarra snarled gathering Arya in her arms who was steaming.

" Are you alright little she-wolf " Lyarra asked looking down at Arya in concern.

" Yeah, I'm fine " Arya mumbled.

" This behavior will not do at all if you all ever want to be married then I suggest you start changing your ways especially you Lady Arya " Septa Celia said sternly.

" Woman aren't meant to fight we are meant to rule the household and provide children for our husbands " Septa Celia added.

" Basically we are just birthing cows for our husband to use and toss away when they tire of us "  Lyarra snickered.

" That is the way of life " Septa Celia exclaimed.

" Well, I don't want to be a Lady I want to be a fighter I wish to fight alongside my father and go to war " Arya pipe up.

"War is a terrible thing, little wolf. You csn fight, but the taking of lives is a hard pill to swallow during times of unrest."  Samara warned.

"Have you killed someone then?" Sansa mocked.

The sorceress did not reply ; she had killed thousands of men, even getting close to assassinating nobleman of Qarth. She couid not tell her fellow nobles that, a lady was pure.

At least that's what the Septa said.

Septa Celia gasped out the young Stark words before scolding the girl,  " Don't be ridiculous young one now you will behave yourself and conduct yourself in appropriate way the Queen has informed me of your wildness behavior and has ordered me to put an end to it.

" You will behave from now on " Septa Celia said grabbing the young Stark girl by her shoulders.

" I'll never be southern and I don't want to be a lady " Arya yelled.

" Arya, keep quiet " Sansa snarled looking at her sister with a disbelief look on her face.

The Septa knew that her strong words wasn't get to the young girl so she did what she knew would be the best way to get the girl under control, she turned Arya around before spanking hard on the behind with her wooden spoon causing the girl to cry out.

" Hey, hey let go of my sister " Lyarra exclaimed pushing Arya behind her and stepping head to toe with the Septa.

"A lady does not talk back."

"You hurt my sister. Tell the queen that lions aren't the only ones who pay their debts. I swear by the Old Gods, the New and S—"

"Forgive my Mistress, Septa but hurting a child like that will only make her rage."

If Lyarra said those three words, they were done for.

" Forgive me Septa for my words but I am not going to let you hurt my sister you aren't her mother it's not your job to discipline her " Lyarra said.

Septa Celia had not expected such disrespectful ladies to grace the  palace halls.

"We are done for today. Come back tomorrow, for another lesson. For now, find a way to tame this beast."

How. Dare. She

" I'm sorry for acting up " Arya mumbled.

" It's alright little one " Samara said.

" Not it's not alright we talked about this Arya you promised me you would do better but instead you are acting like a savage  " Sansa hissed.

" She's trying okay lay off of her " Lyarra defended

Soon the three sisters started to agrue with one another until a knock on the door cut them off, the door opened and in walked Lancel who stood there nervously.

" Um can we help you "  Samara asked starting at the young blonde boy up and down curiously.

" Your lord father has request you all to join him for lunch in the gardens " Lancel replied.

" Finally, I'm starved " Arya grumbled walking out of the room hastily.

" That girl has no manners where have mother  gone wrong with her " Sansa mumbled before following after her wilding of a  sister.

" I wonder what father has to say " Lyarra mumbled as she walked out the room with Samara following alongside her.

" You should be careful what you say here Lya you almost blew his cover " Samara scolded.

" I know I'm sorry " Lyarra muttered.

" It's okay just be wearily of what you say next time " Samara exclaimed.

Lyarra nodded knowing she had to be careful around here of what she spoke and said.

Later that afternoon, As Lyarra was in the gardens dinning with Samara and her family, Sansa was babbling on and on about her wedding to Ser Jaime and wanted to design her dress for her.

Sansa was quite the southern lady like their mother, she was a true Lady she knew how to sew quite well while she couldn't sew anything her hands were made for a blacksmith her Septa once told her.

" You must be excited sister to marry Ser Jaime you'll be a Lannister like I will be one day " Sansa exclaimed.

" A baratheon sister you'll be a Baratheon " Lyarra corrected her sister.

" I know but Joffrey is all Lannister he's resembles The Queen more so " Sansa pointed out.

" Will Lya be able to spend time with us still once she's married or be able to sword fight with me " Arya spoke up.

" Of course not Arya she'll be a Ser Jaime's wife she'll be expected to act ladylike " Sansa snorted.

" About the wedding father could you ask the king to delay it by a few months I feel as if I haven't gotten to know Ser Jaime well perhaps a few more months will be plenty of time for me to get to know him  " Lyarra spoke up.

" I think that would be a great idea " Samara supported.

   
" Could Lya just not marry the kingslayer, I mean you said yourself you wanted to marry us off to honorable, kind, gentleman " Arya exclaimed.

" Perhaps the wedding could be put on a hold for a bit my lord, Lyarra isn't ready to be someone's wife she's hasn't gotten control of her situation yet " Samara whispered

" Is that something you want Lyarra I mean even if you put the wedding on hold for a few months you are still going to marry Ser Jaime one day " Ned inquired looking at his daughter he wasn't ready to set her free yet or hand her to the kingslayer.

" Yes, I would like that " Lyarra nodded.

"  I'll speak to the king today about it " Ned smiled.

It soon became silence once more they resumed eating once more until a certain old lion entered the gardens and made his way towards them.

"Oh, may the crows help us now." Samara mumbled as she spotted Tywin Lannister approach them, This man was a pragmatist through and through; always practical in his methods.

"Lord Lannister."

"Lord Stark, its a pleasure to meet you."

As if the two haven't met, bow dishonest Lyarra, Arya and Samara thought. Sansa had stopped babbling on about ladylike matters; she listened as the Great Lion of the Rock conversed with her father.

She looked hopeful.

Hopeful that Tywin could curb Joffrrey's cruelty, just like she attempts to tame Arya's wolf-blooded attitude.
  

"Can we leave now?" Samara whispered nervously.

"Yes.

Lyarra walked away from the dining table, not wanting to talk to the Lord Paramount of the Westerlands.  Arya accompanied the r the older ladies, not caring if Sansa would scold her for this.

"Lady Lyarra, please don't walk out just yet. I wish to get to know my son's bride-to-be." Tywin called out.

The young ice dragon signed before turning around for a spilt second, a smile formed on her face.

" What would you like to know my lord " Lyarra questioned.

"Do you love my son?"  The Great Lion spoke out wondering if this girl was naive and guillable as other maidens was but her answer surprised him.

" I barely know your son my lord " Lyarra answered.

"That's unfortunate. You never get to know your husband in an arranged marriage."

His tone was a giveaway; he offered Robert the match, the king accepted it and now the ice wolf is bound to the Kingalayer.

" I am aware of that my lord I don't expect Jaime to fall in love me neither do I except myself to fall him again this is just a political marriage to reunite the north and west together and of course to continue on the Lannister blood line " Lyarra exclaimed.

"Do you trust him?"

" I  trust no one but my family " Lyarra responded.

"Oh, really? Whst about that lady from Ashaii that you can't seem to part from, is she family too, a hidden Stark?" The Great Lion asked he knew something was special about that girl.

" She is a trustworthy long friend of mine and my family she is apart of my family my lord why the sudden interest in her " Lyarra questioned.

"I asked because of what a sparrow told me a few days after you have settled in here. A lone crow spotted at Qohor who purchased Valyrian steel swords for" a friend in Westeros".

Lyarra paled a bit she recalled seeing Samara feeling a bit nervous the day the royals visited Winterfell, and Fuyutsuki's absence.

" I don't know nothing about Varylian steel swords neither does Samara we are ladies not sword fighters " Lyarra exclaimed finally found her voice.

"In the name of that magic bird of yours, you are a liar. You Northerners have always been so." Tywin said coldy getting frustrated with the young girl.

" Magic, my lord are you feeling unwell magic doesn't exist I don't know what you are rambling on about but I am not apart of it neither is Samara " Lyarra answered.

" And there is certain no magic birds flying around here " Lyarra added.

"If you say so. Oh, another thing; that male stranger from the East, being him to me. I would like to get to know about a missing nobleman."

Tywin was willing to go to great lengths to make sure Lyarra fit his standards. Thus was not looking good for her crew.

" Again, I don't know what you are talking about my lord I feel a bit unwell may I take my leave my lord " Lyarra inquired.

"You may leave. If you were lying about your friends, I might tell Joffrey to do to you what he enjoys most."

That was a threat. Ned wanted to protest, but even he couid not risk the Old Lion 's wrath. Lyarra would happily call off the wedding, but what about Sansa? Joffrey would be free to torment her as punishment.

" Is that a threat my lord " Lyarra challenged.

"Categorically." Tywin smirked.

" Good Day Lord Tywin " Lyarra smiled widely before taking her leave walking out of the gardens with anger in her eyes she squeezed her gloved fists together trying to not to turn back and turned The Great Lion into a ice statute.

                     Meanwhile

At Winterfell, Rickon was attempting to draw his special sword the way Hayate would, with varying degrees of success.

"Rickon child, do not draw it upwards, or else your enemy will know how long your blade is."

"What of it, Mister Hayate?"

"These bad men will be able to dodge if they knew thst kind of information.  I cannot teach you the other movements if you cannot draw that weapon properly."

Rickon sighed. Ever since he started his lessons, the crow spirit turned out to be a stern teacher's teacher. He could not even hold the real sword yet, for safety purposes. Sometimes, he could observe the teacher cutting up fake bsmboo malts with ease.

Someday, Mister Hayate, I will be a great swordsman and I can protect my family from bad men too.

" I know you will little lad keep practicing and you shall be the great swordsmen in the seven kingdoms " Haycate smiled.

" Even better than Jaime Lannister " Rickon asked.

" Even better than the king slayer " Haycate said.

Rickon smiled widely before beginning to practice more determined to be the best swordsme one day.