![]() ![]() ![]() “Ensure Lady Catelyn returns to her quarters quietly,” she ordered. Lyanna tugged herself free and opened the door to find the guardsmen stationed outside the solar. ![]() “No, Lady Lyanna!” Lady Catelyn took hold of her sleeve. “If you will excuse me, I must report your plans to my father.” “I have not given you leave to be familiar with me, Catelyn.” Lyanna stood. “It is not Ned you intend to break your betrothal with, it is Lord Lannister.” “For my husband, yes.” Lady Catelyn more corrected than agreed, as though her use of specific phrasing did not give her away. Kissing games, was that a southron euphemism? “So, you are a maiden saving your maidenhead for Brandon.” “My sister, Petyr, and I played kissing games when we were small-before we understood our duty to our Houses-but I have never lain with Petyr or any man.” “No, you must understand,” Lady Catelyn pleaded. Once you keep that promise, he will know how much you never truly loved him.” It will only hurt him because you will still be promised to Brandon. Laying with Ned will not force him to marry you. In the North we respect a woman’s right to choose and do not cling so tightly to a woman’s so-called purity or maiden status as you Southrons do. “I am a maiden!” Lady Catelyn proclaimed. We already know Little Finger has taken your maidenhead, it is no secret.” “Stop ignoring Old Nan, stop refusing to socialize with Northmen, stop trying to entice my brother into being alone with you. You disregard Old Nan when she tries to teach you our ways-as she has done for members of House Stark for generations-and now you think to turn me against my betrothed because his sister could not accept the consequences of her own actions. You tease Ned and he enjoys it but is then conflicted because he knows you are bound to Brandon. You have not dined in the Hall in nearly a week nor privately with my family at all. “You have not written Brandon once since your arrival. “Your vocal disapproval of a marriage offended many and your isolating of yourself when you are a guest of House Stark has won you no friends among my father’s bannermen that have arrived, either. “Let me make something clear to you, my lady, you have a great deal of work ahead of you should you wish to regain the regard of Winterfell,” Lya warned her. Lady Catelyn gasped and stepped back in shock. “Do you seek my attention because you wish to trade whispers or because you have grown tired of playing with my brother’s heart and wish to collect my betrothed’s as well?” It was strange, honestly, to witness someone speak with such conviction for reasons other than the words they offered. “The gods must be wroth with House Lannister to be punishing them as they are.” “Lady Cersei has been killed,” Lady Catelyn continued. Lyanna stared at the older woman blankly. “Word of the new evil that has befallen House Lannister!” “What news?” Lya asked as she left off her loom to focus on the Riverland lady. As House Lannister were the last living descendants of House Casterly, Lyanna figured they were the only ones with the right to the Casterly plaid. House Lannister had not achieved a rank sufficient enough to be granted their own tartan before the Andals invaded, but House Casterly had. No two were the same though there were similarities between related Houses. She hoped her husband did not mind yellow rather than gold in their House cloth.įew remembered outside the North, but there was a time when every First Man House, every House within the Red Mountains or north of them, had an individual tartan dictated by color and pattern. ![]() Lyanna frowned as she brought her latest project to a stopping point. “Have you heard the news?” Lady Catelyn asked as she rushed in to Lyanna’s solar. Summary: Jaime travels to meet his future wife and good-father. Warnings: Canon-level Violence, Dark Themes, Discussion-Major Character Death (Cersei Lannister), Unreliable Narrator (Jaime Lannister), Bigotry/Religious Zealotry (Catelyn Tully) Relationship(s): Jaime Lannister/Lyanna Stark Fandom: Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire ![]()
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