The song has been sung, Wess falls into the void during the battle against Cinder and finds herself in a new world. Now if she could only get people to stop calling her a Targaryen.
A Song of Weiss and Fire
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Prologue
Gambol Shroud felt foreign in Weiss' hand– alien, strange. As Ruby said; weapons were an extension of oneself, so using someone else's was supposed to feel a bit weird. She pushed through it, wielding Blake's weapon alongside Myrtenaster. She wasn't used to dual wielding, Weiss had tried when she was younger, inspired by Winter's weapons. She'd given it up in place of Myrtenaster, which felt like an extension of Weiss' very soul. But it didn't help soothe the pit that had grown in her stomach. Still, as the last living member of Team RWBY, Weiss trudged onwards, deflecting Cinder's claws with Gambol Shroud's blade.
Weiss' eyes burned with tears that she refused to let fall, not in front of Cinder, and certainly not while Penny lay dying on the floor just a few feet away. Cinder formed two flaming swords made out of strong glass and swung. Weiss took a quick backstep, and used Myrtenaster to parry the blade that came too close while the other passed by, air whistling off the blade.
She took a step forward, swinging Gambol Shroud in an attempt to part Cinder's neck, but the corrupt Maiden met Blake's weapon with her own and continued her offense.
The white haired girl was slowing down. Energy sapped from the constant fighting and regenerating her depleting Aura. Cinder swung again and again with a sadistic grin plastered on her scarred face.
Weiss struggled to parry each strike. Her grip on Gambol Shroud loosening as fatigue sat in.
"No!" Weiss' eyes widened in horror as she felt Blake's weapon fall from her hand and over the bridge they stood on. She attempted to summon a glyph, to save the only piece of Blake left, but her overtaxed aura failed her. As she used Myrtenaster to block both of Cinder's swords at once, below her, Gambol Shroud fell haplessly into the whipping void, never to be seen again.
A strike slipped past Weiss' defense and smashed into the heiress's head with the pommel. She crashed into the ground, vision blurring and head ringing. Nauseous.
Weiss stumbled onto her feet, gripping Myrtenaster tighter. She spotted Cinder's blurred form take a few casual steps towards her, savoring her imminent victory.
A pained scream came from Jaune's direction. Jaune had been taking care of a downed Penny after Cinder had wounded her. Weiss turned her head, her braided hair whipping around, and saw the blond boy standing over the orange haired girl. Blood dripped from Crocea Mors.
Penny's blood.
Penny's body lay motionless beside Jaune who had tears falling into the pooling blood beneath him. Weiss felt her own tears slide along her face. Another friend, gone. Because of Cinder.
Because of Jaune.
Cinder screamed and launched herself toward Jaune, evidently keen on what exactly? Revenge for her kill being stolen? Because Jaune prevented her from stealing the Winter Maiden's power? It made sense, and Weiss wished she could have taken advantage of the moment, but she was too damn exhausted.
The metal of Jaune's shield absorbed Cinder's attack, before throwing her off. Cinder flipped in the air landing into a crouch as she summoned another of her glass swords.
She charged– a deep snarl on her face that reminded Weiss of a hungry Beowolf.
Despite using Myrtensaster to stand, her legs gave out underneath her. Her vision dimmed.
"Where did it go?!" Cinder screamed. Weiss thought there was a hint of fear in there. Still, the noise was enough for her sight to return slightly. Her eyes opened to the sight of the Maiden jerking around. Their eyes met.
Cinder looked away and Weiss couldn't help but feel insulted at the ease of which Cinder rejected her. A beam of blue energy slammed itself into the dark haired woman, crushing her back onto the bridge.
"Winter!" Weiss' cheered. Her sister was here! And she had the power of the Winter Maiden! Winter flew through the air, her blue aura shimmering around her as she glared at Cinder.
Weiss closed her eyes, a deep breath in. Then out. She could feel the combat rumble along the bridge. She planted her hands on the ground and pushed upward, her shaky legs struggling to stay under her, but the third try with Myrtensaster was enough to get her on her feet.
She ignored the fight high above and stumbled toward Jaune, who stared listlessly at Penny's remains.
Weiss placed a shaky hand on Jaune's shoulder. "We need to leave, now," Weiss said in her Ruby-termed 'Heiress Voice'. With Cinder distracted by Winter, they could escape with Winter behind them, hopefully leaving Cinder trapped.Jaune nodded stone faced and tear stained. They each gave Penny's fallen body a final look before Jaune helped Weiss trudged toward the hopeful exit.
They could see the Vacuoan desert on the other side of the nearest portal. "Just a few more feet, Jaune. And than–"
Weiss let go of Jaune as she looked behind at the growing whirring noise, heat, and light. Weiss stumbled behind Jaune who threw up his shield. The ball of fire exploded on contact. Weiss fell onto her back as the heat burned what was left of her aura.
A crack rang in her ears.
She turned her head. A chunk of white and yellow metal had slammed into the bridge underneath her. Steam from the metal clouded her vision.
Light illuminated underneath her, and despite the smoke in her eyes, she couldn't help but widen them as another crack rang out. One she felt.
"Weiss!"
She heard her name screamed by two different voices over the ringing in her head. She rolled over onto her knees, ignored the growing cracks, and looked up. Behind the smoke she could make out another of Cinder's fireballs.
Weiss scrambled back. Too slow. Too late. She felt the heat slam into the ground and envelope her feet and legs as the force sent her careening through the air.
"Weiss!"
She looked up, and saw her sister flying towards her. Dodging glass swords and fire balls launched her way.
"Weiss!" Her sister screamed as she came to an abrupt stop.
Winter's beautiful, glowing, ice blue eyes and tear stricken face were the final things she saw as the darkness of the void swallowed her whole.
The Lannisters of Lannisport, while not as rich as their cousins from Casterly Rock, still decorated their home as lavishly as possible. The Gold Keep would've been impressive to anyone who wasn't a Lannister, much less one of the Rock. Lannisport did have a thriving business with one of the most secure ports in Westeros, Lord Tywin made sure of that, spending countless dragons on the fleet that patrolled the Sunset Sea. The city watch was a common destination for any of his levies who mustered out, and they boasted an impressive array of personal weapons and armor, all paid for by the Lannisters. Some had made comparisons of a dragon protecting its hoard, and they weren't wrong.
Damion Lannister felt a frown form on his face as a distant cousin from House Lantell led him towards the foyer of the Gold Keep. His palms grew sweaty, just thinking about the sealed letter that was in one of his pockets.
The Lantell paused at a heavy set of double doors, two guards in red cloaks stood before them. "Lord Lannister is breaking his fast with his family." Left unsaid was the implication that interruptions if they weren't serious enough, would result in someone sorely regretting it.
"I have orders from Lord Tywin himself." Damion almost growled. Throwing around his older cousin's name always worked.
The Lantell clenched his jaw, hidden by the thick yellow beard that coated the lower half of his face and nodded toward the guards. Begrudgingly, they pushed the doors open, showing the dining room wherein Lord Lannister and his family sat. They were seated at the high table at the far side of the room, with empty tables between the doors and them.
"Ser Damion." Lord Dramen Lannister spoke cooly, stuffing a piece of bread coated in geese fat into his mouth. "If you had waited a few moments I would've met you in my solar."
"I'm afraid time is of the essence." Damion advanced, his expensive black boots stomping on the ground. Lord Lannister was joined by his lady wife, Lady Ceria of the Velayrons, and his eldest daughter. The pair of them bore some Valyrian features, their hair so blonde that it appeared white. He ignored the two of them, and pulled the letter with the unbroken seal out of his pocket. "I bring word from our cousin, Lord Tywin."
That earned him everyone's attention, more than he already had for interrupting their meal. The Lord of Lannisport wiped his hands with a nearby cloth of green emblazoned with the golden lion of the Lannisters, and beckoned his coz closer. "What can I do to serve Lord Tywin?"
His eldest daughter rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her mulled wine. Damion handed him the letter without another word. Silently with suspicious eyes, Dramen broke the seal, scanning the letter with clenched fists.
"What does it say, Father?" His eldest daughter asked, her voice low yet arrogant. Damion would've reprimanded her had he been her father. This was an issue between men, not wives and daughters.
"Our beloved coz has called his banners, my dear Weiss." Lord Dramen's voice was grave. "Lord Stark wishes to put the Imp to death for a crime he did not commit." His frown matched Damion's, there was only one meaning behind the letter.
War.
A/N
First half was reused from TINO, in case you were wondering if you read it before. Night_Stalker helped me with this.
I'm just publishing this at the same time as Weiss Of The Old Republic, to show that I'll still be writing RWBY stories even if RT got shut down.
And it's a competition, WOTOR vs ASOWAF, whichever is more popular shall be updated next, after a quick Hero or Huntress update.
Let's see who wins!
Weiss' eyes burned with tears that she refused to let fall, not in front of Cinder, and certainly not while Penny lay dying on the floor just a few feet away. Cinder formed two flaming swords made out of strong glass and swung. Weiss took a quick backstep, and used Myrtenaster to parry the blade that came too close while the other passed by, air whistling off the blade.
She took a step forward, swinging Gambol Shroud in an attempt to part Cinder's neck, but the corrupt Maiden met Blake's weapon with her own and continued her offense.
The white haired girl was slowing down. Energy sapped from the constant fighting and regenerating her depleting Aura. Cinder swung again and again with a sadistic grin plastered on her scarred face.
Weiss struggled to parry each strike. Her grip on Gambol Shroud loosening as fatigue sat in.
"No!" Weiss' eyes widened in horror as she felt Blake's weapon fall from her hand and over the bridge they stood on. She attempted to summon a glyph, to save the only piece of Blake left, but her overtaxed aura failed her. As she used Myrtenaster to block both of Cinder's swords at once, below her, Gambol Shroud fell haplessly into the whipping void, never to be seen again.
A strike slipped past Weiss' defense and smashed into the heiress's head with the pommel. She crashed into the ground, vision blurring and head ringing. Nauseous.
Weiss stumbled onto her feet, gripping Myrtenaster tighter. She spotted Cinder's blurred form take a few casual steps towards her, savoring her imminent victory.
A pained scream came from Jaune's direction. Jaune had been taking care of a downed Penny after Cinder had wounded her. Weiss turned her head, her braided hair whipping around, and saw the blond boy standing over the orange haired girl. Blood dripped from Crocea Mors.
Penny's blood.
Penny's body lay motionless beside Jaune who had tears falling into the pooling blood beneath him. Weiss felt her own tears slide along her face. Another friend, gone. Because of Cinder.
Because of Jaune.
Cinder screamed and launched herself toward Jaune, evidently keen on what exactly? Revenge for her kill being stolen? Because Jaune prevented her from stealing the Winter Maiden's power? It made sense, and Weiss wished she could have taken advantage of the moment, but she was too damn exhausted.
The metal of Jaune's shield absorbed Cinder's attack, before throwing her off. Cinder flipped in the air landing into a crouch as she summoned another of her glass swords.
She charged– a deep snarl on her face that reminded Weiss of a hungry Beowolf.
Despite using Myrtensaster to stand, her legs gave out underneath her. Her vision dimmed.
"Where did it go?!" Cinder screamed. Weiss thought there was a hint of fear in there. Still, the noise was enough for her sight to return slightly. Her eyes opened to the sight of the Maiden jerking around. Their eyes met.
Cinder looked away and Weiss couldn't help but feel insulted at the ease of which Cinder rejected her. A beam of blue energy slammed itself into the dark haired woman, crushing her back onto the bridge.
"Winter!" Weiss' cheered. Her sister was here! And she had the power of the Winter Maiden! Winter flew through the air, her blue aura shimmering around her as she glared at Cinder.
Weiss closed her eyes, a deep breath in. Then out. She could feel the combat rumble along the bridge. She planted her hands on the ground and pushed upward, her shaky legs struggling to stay under her, but the third try with Myrtensaster was enough to get her on her feet.
She ignored the fight high above and stumbled toward Jaune, who stared listlessly at Penny's remains.
Weiss placed a shaky hand on Jaune's shoulder. "We need to leave, now," Weiss said in her Ruby-termed 'Heiress Voice'. With Cinder distracted by Winter, they could escape with Winter behind them, hopefully leaving Cinder trapped.Jaune nodded stone faced and tear stained. They each gave Penny's fallen body a final look before Jaune helped Weiss trudged toward the hopeful exit.
They could see the Vacuoan desert on the other side of the nearest portal. "Just a few more feet, Jaune. And than–"
Weiss let go of Jaune as she looked behind at the growing whirring noise, heat, and light. Weiss stumbled behind Jaune who threw up his shield. The ball of fire exploded on contact. Weiss fell onto her back as the heat burned what was left of her aura.
A crack rang in her ears.
She turned her head. A chunk of white and yellow metal had slammed into the bridge underneath her. Steam from the metal clouded her vision.
Light illuminated underneath her, and despite the smoke in her eyes, she couldn't help but widen them as another crack rang out. One she felt.
"Weiss!"
She heard her name screamed by two different voices over the ringing in her head. She rolled over onto her knees, ignored the growing cracks, and looked up. Behind the smoke she could make out another of Cinder's fireballs.
Weiss scrambled back. Too slow. Too late. She felt the heat slam into the ground and envelope her feet and legs as the force sent her careening through the air.
"Weiss!"
She looked up, and saw her sister flying towards her. Dodging glass swords and fire balls launched her way.
"Weiss!" Her sister screamed as she came to an abrupt stop.
Winter's beautiful, glowing, ice blue eyes and tear stricken face were the final things she saw as the darkness of the void swallowed her whole.
The Lannisters of Lannisport, while not as rich as their cousins from Casterly Rock, still decorated their home as lavishly as possible. The Gold Keep would've been impressive to anyone who wasn't a Lannister, much less one of the Rock. Lannisport did have a thriving business with one of the most secure ports in Westeros, Lord Tywin made sure of that, spending countless dragons on the fleet that patrolled the Sunset Sea. The city watch was a common destination for any of his levies who mustered out, and they boasted an impressive array of personal weapons and armor, all paid for by the Lannisters. Some had made comparisons of a dragon protecting its hoard, and they weren't wrong.
Damion Lannister felt a frown form on his face as a distant cousin from House Lantell led him towards the foyer of the Gold Keep. His palms grew sweaty, just thinking about the sealed letter that was in one of his pockets.
The Lantell paused at a heavy set of double doors, two guards in red cloaks stood before them. "Lord Lannister is breaking his fast with his family." Left unsaid was the implication that interruptions if they weren't serious enough, would result in someone sorely regretting it.
"I have orders from Lord Tywin himself." Damion almost growled. Throwing around his older cousin's name always worked.
The Lantell clenched his jaw, hidden by the thick yellow beard that coated the lower half of his face and nodded toward the guards. Begrudgingly, they pushed the doors open, showing the dining room wherein Lord Lannister and his family sat. They were seated at the high table at the far side of the room, with empty tables between the doors and them.
"Ser Damion." Lord Dramen Lannister spoke cooly, stuffing a piece of bread coated in geese fat into his mouth. "If you had waited a few moments I would've met you in my solar."
"I'm afraid time is of the essence." Damion advanced, his expensive black boots stomping on the ground. Lord Lannister was joined by his lady wife, Lady Ceria of the Velayrons, and his eldest daughter. The pair of them bore some Valyrian features, their hair so blonde that it appeared white. He ignored the two of them, and pulled the letter with the unbroken seal out of his pocket. "I bring word from our cousin, Lord Tywin."
That earned him everyone's attention, more than he already had for interrupting their meal. The Lord of Lannisport wiped his hands with a nearby cloth of green emblazoned with the golden lion of the Lannisters, and beckoned his coz closer. "What can I do to serve Lord Tywin?"
His eldest daughter rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her mulled wine. Damion handed him the letter without another word. Silently with suspicious eyes, Dramen broke the seal, scanning the letter with clenched fists.
"What does it say, Father?" His eldest daughter asked, her voice low yet arrogant. Damion would've reprimanded her had he been her father. This was an issue between men, not wives and daughters.
"Our beloved coz has called his banners, my dear Weiss." Lord Dramen's voice was grave. "Lord Stark wishes to put the Imp to death for a crime he did not commit." His frown matched Damion's, there was only one meaning behind the letter.
War.
A/N
First half was reused from TINO, in case you were wondering if you read it before. Night_Stalker helped me with this.
I'm just publishing this at the same time as Weiss Of The Old Republic, to show that I'll still be writing RWBY stories even if RT got shut down.
And it's a competition, WOTOR vs ASOWAF, whichever is more popular shall be updated next, after a quick Hero or Huntress update.
Let's see who wins!
This looks interesting. I'm sure that a Targaryen looking girl in Westeros won't cause any problems at all. Absolutely not.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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I mean, she's a Lannister, she's fine
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Weiss had seen five name days when her memories started to return. As a little girl, it had been scary, seeing images of monsters and colorful warriors with outlandish weapons doing their best to protect humanity. Yet, sometimes one's best was not enough, Weiss had fallen in her past life against mankind's enemies, separating her from her friends, lost to her. Gone was Remnant, and its four kingdoms that sat on the brink of extinction, barely able to defend themselves against Salem and her hordes of Grimm.
That had caused her more than a few nightmares, and more trips to the maester than Weiss would've liked. It had caused her Mother in this life, Ceria Lannister formerly of House Velaryon, countless headaches, and as she had joked, some white hair. Two years had already passed since her memories had started returning, which was more than enough time for Weiss to adjust to life in this new world. Still, it was strange, being stuck in the body of a little girl. She was already dreading going through puberty, again.
"Are you okay, Weiss?" Mother asked, munching on a piece of wild game as ladylike as possible. She looked a lot like Willow, her original Mother from Remnant, with hair so light that it looked like snow, and blue eyes so pure that it looked like they held the waters of the Sunset Sea in them. It was a bit weird, being given the same name as in her original life. "You still haven't broken your fast."
"I'm fine, Mother." Weiss said politely. She was seated at the high table of the Gold Keep's dining hall beside her new Mother and Father. Dozens of her Father's retainers, House Lantell, Houde Lannett, and House Lanny, just to name a few, sat at the lower tables, engrossed in whatever discussions occupied their thoughts as they broke their fast on fattened geese and blackened sausages with bread. Weiss' new family, House Lannister of Lannisport, was insanely rich. It was a familiar feeling. Maintaining her aura, even at a young age, required plenty of food, and while the Lannisters could certainly afford it, Weiss also didn't want to look like a glutton in front of their vassals. "I was simply waiting for you to finish."
Mother gave her a small smile, calling for a nearby servant to bring more bread, softened with water and flavored with cow fat.
"You need to eat well, you're a Lannister not a silent sister." Father spoke up after a long gulp from his watered down wine. Lord Dramen of House Lannister by birth, his hair was as blonde as Yang's, with a pointer nose and brick-like chin that was hidden by a neatly trimmed beard, and was nicer than Jacques, caring even at times. Admittedly, calling that a low bar was an insult to the concept of low bars, but it wasn't wrong. He did care for her and her mother, and listened to them on occasion.
He was related to their overlord, Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock, the enormous castle that hung a shadow over Lannisport. They were the main branch of the family, with the Lannisters of Lannisport being a cadet branch that answered only to those of the Rock, and King Robert of course. Tywin Lannister was a king in all but name, having complete control over the Westerlands as Lord Paramount.
"Of course Father." Weiss bowed her head slightly. Westerosi culture was weird, foreign and misogynistic on a level even Atlas would find disturbing at times. Daughters and wives didn't have the same rights and protections as their male counterparts. Still, being the daughter of a noble family afforded Weiss more privileges than a simple commoner. She grabbed a nearby knife, its handle gold and decorated with the head of a lion, and started cutting into a nearby loaf of softened bread.
Scores of Lannister knights stood at attention along the walls, their shining armor complimented by their bright red cloaks. Father enjoyed showing off his household knights and sworn swords to any visitors that decided to attend court. With Lannisport being so close to Casterly Rock, many preferred to try and get the attention of Lord Tywin. Weiss never had the chance to speak to him directly, being the daughter of the Lannister cadet branch, but had the chance to see him occasionally. She'd heard quite a few family tales about the fearsome man's reputation, and silently thanked the Gods she was not born under that man. She was unsure if she preferred fa-Jacques, or being under Tywin, if half the rumors were true about him.
She silently ate the slice of bread, topped with a roasted duck with herbs from Essos. Life was mundane and boring, gone was the excitement she had whenever Weiss went on missions with the rest of Team RWBY. Still, she could admit to herself, it was a bit calming. A life of excitement and chaos, well, could drain anyone. Spending some time to calm down wasn't too bad.
"How are your lessons progressing?" Father asked. He spoke slowly, finishing the meat that sat on his plate.
"Septa Loria says my needlework is adequate." Weiss answered, her voice even and neutral. "Maester Harmune says my studies are progressing well, we are studying the Free Cities."
Father nodded slowly. "Good."
Weiss would've preferred practicing with a sword, now that Myrtenaster was lost to her, it felt like a part of her soul was missing. She wanted to try and forge a replacement, but all of her spending was managed by Mother and Septa Loria. Women with weapons were looked down upon in the south, unless they were from the North or Wildlings, or even Dorne. Still, at least she was able to practice with her glyphs in the safety of her room, only having to keep an eye out for her handmaidens and Septa Loria. Weiss' glyphs and aura were the only reasons she hadn't considered herself insane, proof that her memories were from another life, and not creations from the imagination of a young child.
"A Lannister must be well educated." Father continued. He stabbed another sausages with his expensive knife. "Casterly Rock may make its coin from its gold mines, but Lannisport is not as limited as our coz. Trade is our lifeblood."
And without a son, Weiss was the one that stood to inherit should something happen to Father, if her future lord husband didn't try usurping her. Gods, was this how mother had felt back home? No wonder she was heartbroken when Jacques had betrayed her. Lannisport was one of the most important cities in Westeros, only behind Oldtown and Kings Landing in terms of prominence and wealth. She already had dozens of suitors lining up, with not a single soul worried that she hadn't even reached her tenth nameday. Gods, she hated Westeros with a passion sometimes.
"Yes Father." Weiss said, eyeing a nearby lemon cake. At least the food was decent here, if rather unhealthy and potentially dangerous considering everyone's lack of hygiene. Still, it was hot, delicious, and unique, unlike her last home's food. She missed Mistralian noodles, full of sodium and other preservatives.
"I will be visiting the docks, to check on the progress of Lord Tywin's new ship." Father turned to Mother, who was cleaning her lips by dotting it with her handkerchief. "Ser Larys will be joining me."
Ser Larys Lantell served as the Captain of Father's Household knights, and was a distant relative from a minor cadet branch that didn't hold any territories. Weiss wasn't allowed near the training yard, so she wasn't sure how his swordsmanship held up compared to hers.
Mother smiled. "As you say, my lord husband."
She normally called him by name, but had to be more careful around Father's bannermen, Lord Tywin was picky about maintaining the reputation of the Lannisters. Weiss could kind of understand it, after all, his daughter was married to King Robert, and his eldest son served as a member of the Kingsguard. His youngest was a dwarf who was always visiting the brothels and pubs of Lannisport when he wasn't dealing with the sewers of Casterly Rock. Father's knights always made japes about that when they thought she wasn't listening.
Admittedly, she had to admit, a drunken lecherous dwarf with mismatched eyes was not going to have a good time even in Remnant, let alone here. She just hoped this one wouldn't turn out to be a recurring foe for her. Weiss hadn't gotten the chance to meet the infamous Imp, but his reputation was known across the continent.
Father drummed his fingers against the wooden table, until he finally tore his eyes away from his bannermen and turned his attention back towards Weiss. "Would you like to join me, Weiss? It's about time you get to know more about Lannisport."
"Are you sure that's a safe idea?" Mother spoke up. She looked worried, her pale skin looking whiter than usual. "She has only seen seven namedays." That was a bit touching, feeling a parent actually caring for her, gods her life back home had issues.
"Ser Larys will bring several of my household guards." Father was confident, this was his city after all. "Commander Tytos will be taking a score of guardsmen from the City Watch as well. Not even a Faceless Man could slip by that many of my finest swords." And there was his classic Lannister confidence.
"Very well." Mother backed down and gave Weiss a smile. "You must be on your best behavior."
It took all of Weiss' self control to not roll her eyes. She could handle herself if something happened, not that anyone would dare try to harm a Lannister, not with Casterly Rock and Lord Tywin so close. If nothing else, Tywin's reputation was more dangerous than any number of knights or swords, and would deter all but the most mad attackers.
"I promise." Weiss smiled back, curling her lips just enough to please her parents.
Life was easier with Dust and technology.
A/N
It was a close race, but in the end, A Song Of Weiss And Fire beat WOTOR. It was very close, with WOTOR tieing it on several sites, but in the end, ASOWAF pulled out the win.
WOTOR will get updated after ASOWAF and Schnee Hero or Huntress get a series of updates.
This chapter takes place before the second half of the prologue, before I have to explain it in the comments.
Much thanks to Night_Stalker for helping out with this update.
That had caused her more than a few nightmares, and more trips to the maester than Weiss would've liked. It had caused her Mother in this life, Ceria Lannister formerly of House Velaryon, countless headaches, and as she had joked, some white hair. Two years had already passed since her memories had started returning, which was more than enough time for Weiss to adjust to life in this new world. Still, it was strange, being stuck in the body of a little girl. She was already dreading going through puberty, again.
"Are you okay, Weiss?" Mother asked, munching on a piece of wild game as ladylike as possible. She looked a lot like Willow, her original Mother from Remnant, with hair so light that it looked like snow, and blue eyes so pure that it looked like they held the waters of the Sunset Sea in them. It was a bit weird, being given the same name as in her original life. "You still haven't broken your fast."
"I'm fine, Mother." Weiss said politely. She was seated at the high table of the Gold Keep's dining hall beside her new Mother and Father. Dozens of her Father's retainers, House Lantell, Houde Lannett, and House Lanny, just to name a few, sat at the lower tables, engrossed in whatever discussions occupied their thoughts as they broke their fast on fattened geese and blackened sausages with bread. Weiss' new family, House Lannister of Lannisport, was insanely rich. It was a familiar feeling. Maintaining her aura, even at a young age, required plenty of food, and while the Lannisters could certainly afford it, Weiss also didn't want to look like a glutton in front of their vassals. "I was simply waiting for you to finish."
Mother gave her a small smile, calling for a nearby servant to bring more bread, softened with water and flavored with cow fat.
"You need to eat well, you're a Lannister not a silent sister." Father spoke up after a long gulp from his watered down wine. Lord Dramen of House Lannister by birth, his hair was as blonde as Yang's, with a pointer nose and brick-like chin that was hidden by a neatly trimmed beard, and was nicer than Jacques, caring even at times. Admittedly, calling that a low bar was an insult to the concept of low bars, but it wasn't wrong. He did care for her and her mother, and listened to them on occasion.
He was related to their overlord, Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock, the enormous castle that hung a shadow over Lannisport. They were the main branch of the family, with the Lannisters of Lannisport being a cadet branch that answered only to those of the Rock, and King Robert of course. Tywin Lannister was a king in all but name, having complete control over the Westerlands as Lord Paramount.
"Of course Father." Weiss bowed her head slightly. Westerosi culture was weird, foreign and misogynistic on a level even Atlas would find disturbing at times. Daughters and wives didn't have the same rights and protections as their male counterparts. Still, being the daughter of a noble family afforded Weiss more privileges than a simple commoner. She grabbed a nearby knife, its handle gold and decorated with the head of a lion, and started cutting into a nearby loaf of softened bread.
Scores of Lannister knights stood at attention along the walls, their shining armor complimented by their bright red cloaks. Father enjoyed showing off his household knights and sworn swords to any visitors that decided to attend court. With Lannisport being so close to Casterly Rock, many preferred to try and get the attention of Lord Tywin. Weiss never had the chance to speak to him directly, being the daughter of the Lannister cadet branch, but had the chance to see him occasionally. She'd heard quite a few family tales about the fearsome man's reputation, and silently thanked the Gods she was not born under that man. She was unsure if she preferred fa-Jacques, or being under Tywin, if half the rumors were true about him.
She silently ate the slice of bread, topped with a roasted duck with herbs from Essos. Life was mundane and boring, gone was the excitement she had whenever Weiss went on missions with the rest of Team RWBY. Still, she could admit to herself, it was a bit calming. A life of excitement and chaos, well, could drain anyone. Spending some time to calm down wasn't too bad.
"How are your lessons progressing?" Father asked. He spoke slowly, finishing the meat that sat on his plate.
"Septa Loria says my needlework is adequate." Weiss answered, her voice even and neutral. "Maester Harmune says my studies are progressing well, we are studying the Free Cities."
Father nodded slowly. "Good."
Weiss would've preferred practicing with a sword, now that Myrtenaster was lost to her, it felt like a part of her soul was missing. She wanted to try and forge a replacement, but all of her spending was managed by Mother and Septa Loria. Women with weapons were looked down upon in the south, unless they were from the North or Wildlings, or even Dorne. Still, at least she was able to practice with her glyphs in the safety of her room, only having to keep an eye out for her handmaidens and Septa Loria. Weiss' glyphs and aura were the only reasons she hadn't considered herself insane, proof that her memories were from another life, and not creations from the imagination of a young child.
"A Lannister must be well educated." Father continued. He stabbed another sausages with his expensive knife. "Casterly Rock may make its coin from its gold mines, but Lannisport is not as limited as our coz. Trade is our lifeblood."
And without a son, Weiss was the one that stood to inherit should something happen to Father, if her future lord husband didn't try usurping her. Gods, was this how mother had felt back home? No wonder she was heartbroken when Jacques had betrayed her. Lannisport was one of the most important cities in Westeros, only behind Oldtown and Kings Landing in terms of prominence and wealth. She already had dozens of suitors lining up, with not a single soul worried that she hadn't even reached her tenth nameday. Gods, she hated Westeros with a passion sometimes.
"Yes Father." Weiss said, eyeing a nearby lemon cake. At least the food was decent here, if rather unhealthy and potentially dangerous considering everyone's lack of hygiene. Still, it was hot, delicious, and unique, unlike her last home's food. She missed Mistralian noodles, full of sodium and other preservatives.
"I will be visiting the docks, to check on the progress of Lord Tywin's new ship." Father turned to Mother, who was cleaning her lips by dotting it with her handkerchief. "Ser Larys will be joining me."
Ser Larys Lantell served as the Captain of Father's Household knights, and was a distant relative from a minor cadet branch that didn't hold any territories. Weiss wasn't allowed near the training yard, so she wasn't sure how his swordsmanship held up compared to hers.
Mother smiled. "As you say, my lord husband."
She normally called him by name, but had to be more careful around Father's bannermen, Lord Tywin was picky about maintaining the reputation of the Lannisters. Weiss could kind of understand it, after all, his daughter was married to King Robert, and his eldest son served as a member of the Kingsguard. His youngest was a dwarf who was always visiting the brothels and pubs of Lannisport when he wasn't dealing with the sewers of Casterly Rock. Father's knights always made japes about that when they thought she wasn't listening.
Admittedly, she had to admit, a drunken lecherous dwarf with mismatched eyes was not going to have a good time even in Remnant, let alone here. She just hoped this one wouldn't turn out to be a recurring foe for her. Weiss hadn't gotten the chance to meet the infamous Imp, but his reputation was known across the continent.
Father drummed his fingers against the wooden table, until he finally tore his eyes away from his bannermen and turned his attention back towards Weiss. "Would you like to join me, Weiss? It's about time you get to know more about Lannisport."
"Are you sure that's a safe idea?" Mother spoke up. She looked worried, her pale skin looking whiter than usual. "She has only seen seven namedays." That was a bit touching, feeling a parent actually caring for her, gods her life back home had issues.
"Ser Larys will bring several of my household guards." Father was confident, this was his city after all. "Commander Tytos will be taking a score of guardsmen from the City Watch as well. Not even a Faceless Man could slip by that many of my finest swords." And there was his classic Lannister confidence.
"Very well." Mother backed down and gave Weiss a smile. "You must be on your best behavior."
It took all of Weiss' self control to not roll her eyes. She could handle herself if something happened, not that anyone would dare try to harm a Lannister, not with Casterly Rock and Lord Tywin so close. If nothing else, Tywin's reputation was more dangerous than any number of knights or swords, and would deter all but the most mad attackers.
"I promise." Weiss smiled back, curling her lips just enough to please her parents.
Life was easier with Dust and technology.
A/N
It was a close race, but in the end, A Song Of Weiss And Fire beat WOTOR. It was very close, with WOTOR tieing it on several sites, but in the end, ASOWAF pulled out the win.
WOTOR will get updated after ASOWAF and Schnee Hero or Huntress get a series of updates.
This chapter takes place before the second half of the prologue, before I have to explain it in the comments.
Much thanks to Night_Stalker for helping out with this update.
Good news, Weiss. There are no Grimm on Planets. You just have to survive the game of thrones.
Bad news, Weiss. There are the White Walkers and their undead army amassing at Beyond The Wall. You might probably need to get a dragon egg or a Valyrian sword or obtain magic, or all 3 at once.
Anyway, this is a neat crossover and I'll be watching this with great interest.
1-2
There were plenty of pros and cons when it came to being a Lannister, in Weiss' humble opinion. The Lannisters of Casterly Rock were one of the greatest houses in all of the Seven Kingdoms, just being a member of a cadet branch allowed Weiss plenty of privileges, especially since her family ruled as Lords of Lannisport. Weiss' new last name would ensure that other lords and ladies show her due respect, even if their own power rivaled that of the Lannisters of Lannisport. The Queen was Lord Tywin's daughter, and Prince Joffrey would soon rule the Seven Kingdoms after King Robert passed away.
And the Gold Keep was a fine place to live in, complete with all the luxuries that Weiss was used to as a Schnee, except in a much archaic style. She missed having a scroll to watch television on, and electricity. Yet, she was a prisoner in her own lands, with all of her rights and decision making being in the hands of her parents, more specifically, her Father. So a simple trip down into the city proper, would be no simple matter, not with a Lannister and their ego in charge. Not that Weiss had any reason to complain, she knew that people here and in her past life would consider her arrogant, but that would just be scratching the surface of her personality, which she kept well hidden. Still, it could've been a lot worse. She could've been born to a smallfolk family, and from what she'd heard her parents talking about, well, that would not have ended well for her.
"Are you excited my lady?" Alysanne Lefford asked, turning her dark green eyes away from the opening in their carriage. Weiss' companion, or handmaid, was the heiress to the Gold Tooth, and was older by two name days. She arrived a year ago, to become friends or something. Weiss found the concept charming, and somewhat clever; get kids of the same social strata interacting with one another from a young age, and it would smooth relationships down the line.
"Of course." Weiss gave her a small smile, she was long used to hiding her actual emotions. Still, Alysanne was nice, friendly even. "I was hoping we would be able to pass by a bakery, and see what treats we could find."
"I hear that the apples from the Reach are the sweetest this season." Alis Peckledon added, she was Weiss' other lady-in-waiting. She came from a minor, knightly family from the lands near Crakehall, and was sent to Lannisport shortly after her brother was born, probably to eventually gain the attention of a Lannister from the Rock. "I can smell the apple cakes already." She sighed at that, her eyes turning foggy. Whether from homesickness, or something else, was uncertain.
"Apple cakes do sound delicious." Weiss giggled. It was hard work, pretending to be a little girl, and hiding the fact that she was actually a battle hardened warrior. Though on the other hand, getting a chance at relaxing somewhat was appealing. Weiss had been through a lot in her short previous life, after all, watching all of her friends die before she followed them.
The white haired Lannister looked out the window, pulling back the curtain that hid them from the world. One of her Father's knights was riding alongside in shining red and gold armor without a helmet, Ser Tylan Lannett, if Weiss remembered correctly. He was an older man, the blonde hair on his side whiskers now turning a strange shade of gray.
"My Lady." Ser Tylan gave her a curt nod. He kept his gaze aimed forward, but that didn't stop him from forming a kind smile, hidden from the dozens of mounted men-at-arms that rode behind the wheelhouse. Weiss felt the numbers were a bit excessive, but to be honest, an overprotective father wasn't as bad as a neglectful one by far.
"Ser Tylan." Weiss returned the smile. "Could you please ask my Father if we could get some apple cakes before we return to the castle?" That would be hours from now, considering they weren't even halfway to the docks, but asking now to prepare for later wouldn't hurt. Plus, after a day in the hot sun around the docks, some apple cakes would be what a 'normal' kid her age would order. Also what she would've ordered back home, she had a sweet tooth.
"Your wish is my command, my Lady Lannister." Ser Tylan winked, and urged his horse onward, his spot being taken by a red cloak wearing a half-helm in the style of the Westerlands. Weiss returned the curtains to their original place and turned her attention back to her friends.
"The weather is so lovely today, a perfect time to visit the docks." Alysanne continued speaking, her small hands in her lap. She wore a light green dress decorated with a yellow sun and a golden necklace.
"I agree." Alis said. Thankfully, both of Weiss' companions seemed to get along well, at least in her presence. Having to deal with two prepubescent preteens that hated each other would've been annoying to deal with. "The water must look like sapphires." The brown haired girl wore a yellow dress, which didn't contrast well with her hair color or complexion.
The Golden Tooth and Peckledon lands were far from the coast, so their visit to the docks and the water in general amazed both girls. Yet, even with such light conversations with her friends, Weiss kept her back straight and her posture correct. She was sure she looked every bit a noble lady, Weiss had an image to uphold.
Heh, that Lannister arrogance must've been rubbing off on her. It was either that or her past memories as a Schnee. They could be hard to tell apart sometimes.
Weiss lost track of time, being engrossed in conversations about which of her Father's knights was in love with a kitchen maid, or whether apple cakes were better than lemon cakes. All three unanimously agreed that apple cakes were much tastier, having already eaten a large amount of lemon cakes when they were much younger. The wheelhouse came to a sudden stop.
"Oh, we must have arrived." Weiss said, her mask of a fake smile etched onto her face, like a statue. She was anxious to get some real intelligent conversation, sweet tooth or not, if she had to spend the ride back discussing pastries, someone would die.
"How exciting!" Alis exclaimed with subdued glee, their Septa had been imparting plenty of wisdom on how to be a proper lady. Most of it was misogynistic and archaic by Weiss' standards.
The door that led to the outside opened, revealing Ser Tylan's weathered face. He was old enough to have served as a squire during the War of the Ninepenny Kings, and often told stories whenever Weiss wished for a bit of real violence in her life. Surprisingly, he didn't mind, probably because it was a change in pace from having to talk to squires about much the same stories.
"My Lady." He offered her his hand, to help Weiss safely dismount the wheelhouse. She gracefully took it, and was soon standing on the ground. The mud squelched beneath her shoes, and she was secretly glad to not be wearing her usual clothes. Getting mud stains out of white clothes was its own special torment, one that annoyed the serving girls. "Lord Lannister agreed to pass by the street of bread once his business was done." Ser Tylan whispered.
"Thank you." Weiss chirped, her best attempt at imitating a little girl. Ser Tylan said nothing else, but smiled as he helped Alysanne and Alis down the short stairs, as a true knight would. Truely a model of chivalry everywhere. She had to admit, it felt nice having someone show her proper manners like this and not for some subtle reasons. It reminded her of Jau-
She shifted her mind away from those thoughts. She was a Schnee and a Lannister. She couldn't show emotions, not here. Maybe later, once she was back in her home. Conceal, don't feel, as Ruby used to joke.
She suddenly formed a grimace, as the smell of rotten fish,seawater, and all the usual smells of a city decided to assault her nostrils. It took all of her self control to not start gagging on the spot. Thankfully, Weiss had prepared herself for a situation such as this. She had a handkerchief, a small blue cloth with a snowflake embroidered that she had sprayed with a bit of perfume before she left the Gold Keep. It matched the light blue dress Weiss wore, with long sleeves and a lion beside a snowflake on the bodice, a copy of her glyphs.
Weiss held the handkerchief close to her nose, breathing slowly, allowing the expensive perfumes to cleanse her nostrils of the scent of blood and rotten fish. Among other things. Was this what it was like for Blake and the other faunus? Certainly would explain a few things in hindsight. At least Lannisport was cleaner than Kings Landing, Weiss had heard the rumors about its infamous smell. Someone chuckling pulled Weiss out of her thoughts.
"Prepared I see." Father approached, his horse being tended to by a young squire, a small boy with a head of brown hair. Ser Larys Lantell stood a few paces behind, his thick yellow beard hiding most of his face. Commander Tytos of the City Watch stood beside him, he looked younger than Tylan, but not by much with a hairless head and a clean shaven face.
"Yes Father." Weiss briefly removed the handkerchief to give him a curtsey. Alysanne and Alis followed, dipping a bit lower than she did.. "I hope I haven't embarrassed you, this is my first time visiting the docks, and I wasn't sure what the smell would be like." Alysanne and Alis remained silent, knowing better than to complain
Father eyed the handkerchief for a few seconds before deciding to speak. "I only wish you had prepared one for me." He jested, earning a true smile from Weiss.
"Of course, Father." Weiss bowed her head once more. Pretending to be humble was a skill that these Westerosi noble ladies had mastered, their tongues and mind were their weapons, instead of swords and hammers. It was debatable which was deadlier, she'd heard rumors about the Queen of Thorns, after all.
"Come, I have much work to do." Father said, motioning Ser Tylan and Commander Tytos to follow behind them. No one would dare harm the head of a Lannister, not in the heart of the Westerlands, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Ser Tylan was in charge of defending Weiss and her companions should something happen.
"Yes Father." Weiss responded, the strength in her voice calculated, loud enough to be heard, but low enough to not be considered rude. She'd done this before, so it was child's play.
Father turned on his heel, his boots squelching in the mud until they finally reached the stone sidewalk that would lead them to the docks proper laid. Weiss followed, only a few paces behind him and Ser Larys, who never left her Father's side. Weiss' aura enhanced legs allowed her to keep up with her Father's much longer strides, never straying more than three feet behind him. Alysanne and Alis struggled, they were taller than Weiss, with much longer legs, yet they slowed the pace of Ser Tylan who was trying not to laugh.
It was then that Weiss finally allowed her eyes to wander, the sea breeze playing with her white locks of air, the salty air assaulting Weiss' skin. The smell of rotten fish got worse, but the smell of salt and Weiss' perfumed handkerchief managed to make it bearable. The Lannister fleet was massive, with ships heavily armored and decorated with golden lions. Weiss counted at least thirty large war galleys, with numerous other support ships of various sizes, the banner of the Lannisters of Casterly Rock flying on each of them. There easily could've been more.
"Do you know why we're here, Weiss?" Father spoke up, not turning his head nor slowing his speed. His light cape flowed a few inches off of the ground.
"We are here to check on the progress of the ship you had commissioned for Lord Tywin." Weiss answered after a short pause, a purposeful one. It'd be hard for a girl her age to remember exactly why, especially for a matter that did not concern them. Obviously another test for her, and one she was going to pass.
"Good, you remembered." Father continued. The stone soon turned into a fine wood. Sailors and workers crowded the docks, many scurrying in between the dromonds, repairing or preparing their ship to set sail. Many gave them second glances, and a short bow once they took notice of the entourage. The main duty of the fleet was to defend the Lannister's interest in trade from pirates and ironborn raiders. Even the most desperate pirate wouldn't pass up a ship loaded with gold coming from Lannisport if it was insufficiently escorted, retribution forthcoming or not. "The Lion's Claws should be completed by now. We are to see if it's ready to he presented to Lord Tywin, just in time for his nameday." A fitting gift for the man titled as The Shield of Lannisport.
Weiss' only response was the raising of her handkerchief to her nose, taking a deep breath of the expensive cloth. She was gifted a beautiful golden horse from Dorne for her last nameday, with a dark red coat that reminded Weiss of a certain shade of red whenever she dreamt. She named the filly, Ruby. After a few more seconds, Weiss spoke.
"Yes Father."
Eventually they reached the 'office building', where the harbormaster and the head carpenter conducted their business. After a couple more minutes of walking, Weiss' nose had finally gotten adjusted to the rancid smell, and no longer required the perfumed cloth, instead passing it off to Alysanne, as it was her right as the heiress to the Golden Tooth. While Weiss did hate the social rankings that Westerosi society imprinted on itself, there was nothing she could do but play along for now, at least until she had more influence to make minor changes in her social circles. They paused at the entrance to the building, it was two stories high, and was primarily made out of well weathered wood that stood strong against the wind of the Sunset Sea. The door itself was decorated with carvings of a roaring lion.
Father turned to look at the gathered group of ladies, knights, and men-at-arms. "Only Weiss and Ser Larys will enter with me. Ser Tylan, Ser Tytos, I leave the safety of Lady Lefford and Lady Peckledon to you two."
Ser Tylan placed his armored hand over his chest. "As you command, my Lord."
"No harm shall come to them, my Lord." Commander Tytos puffed his chest. "None shall dare to even lay a finger on them, not with the City Watch present."
That seemed to have pleased Father, who said nothing more and turned back to the door to the harbor building. Ser Larys quickly opened it, his free hand casually sitting on the pommel of his sword, castle forged steel. It took all of Weiss' control to not roll her eyes at the gaudy display of power.
At least her family wasn't as insane in this life.
A/N
If you enjoy these slightly longer chapters feel free to let me know. This was done with the help of Night_Stalker.
Beem really enjoying writing this so far.
And the Gold Keep was a fine place to live in, complete with all the luxuries that Weiss was used to as a Schnee, except in a much archaic style. She missed having a scroll to watch television on, and electricity. Yet, she was a prisoner in her own lands, with all of her rights and decision making being in the hands of her parents, more specifically, her Father. So a simple trip down into the city proper, would be no simple matter, not with a Lannister and their ego in charge. Not that Weiss had any reason to complain, she knew that people here and in her past life would consider her arrogant, but that would just be scratching the surface of her personality, which she kept well hidden. Still, it could've been a lot worse. She could've been born to a smallfolk family, and from what she'd heard her parents talking about, well, that would not have ended well for her.
"Are you excited my lady?" Alysanne Lefford asked, turning her dark green eyes away from the opening in their carriage. Weiss' companion, or handmaid, was the heiress to the Gold Tooth, and was older by two name days. She arrived a year ago, to become friends or something. Weiss found the concept charming, and somewhat clever; get kids of the same social strata interacting with one another from a young age, and it would smooth relationships down the line.
"Of course." Weiss gave her a small smile, she was long used to hiding her actual emotions. Still, Alysanne was nice, friendly even. "I was hoping we would be able to pass by a bakery, and see what treats we could find."
"I hear that the apples from the Reach are the sweetest this season." Alis Peckledon added, she was Weiss' other lady-in-waiting. She came from a minor, knightly family from the lands near Crakehall, and was sent to Lannisport shortly after her brother was born, probably to eventually gain the attention of a Lannister from the Rock. "I can smell the apple cakes already." She sighed at that, her eyes turning foggy. Whether from homesickness, or something else, was uncertain.
"Apple cakes do sound delicious." Weiss giggled. It was hard work, pretending to be a little girl, and hiding the fact that she was actually a battle hardened warrior. Though on the other hand, getting a chance at relaxing somewhat was appealing. Weiss had been through a lot in her short previous life, after all, watching all of her friends die before she followed them.
The white haired Lannister looked out the window, pulling back the curtain that hid them from the world. One of her Father's knights was riding alongside in shining red and gold armor without a helmet, Ser Tylan Lannett, if Weiss remembered correctly. He was an older man, the blonde hair on his side whiskers now turning a strange shade of gray.
"My Lady." Ser Tylan gave her a curt nod. He kept his gaze aimed forward, but that didn't stop him from forming a kind smile, hidden from the dozens of mounted men-at-arms that rode behind the wheelhouse. Weiss felt the numbers were a bit excessive, but to be honest, an overprotective father wasn't as bad as a neglectful one by far.
"Ser Tylan." Weiss returned the smile. "Could you please ask my Father if we could get some apple cakes before we return to the castle?" That would be hours from now, considering they weren't even halfway to the docks, but asking now to prepare for later wouldn't hurt. Plus, after a day in the hot sun around the docks, some apple cakes would be what a 'normal' kid her age would order. Also what she would've ordered back home, she had a sweet tooth.
"Your wish is my command, my Lady Lannister." Ser Tylan winked, and urged his horse onward, his spot being taken by a red cloak wearing a half-helm in the style of the Westerlands. Weiss returned the curtains to their original place and turned her attention back to her friends.
"The weather is so lovely today, a perfect time to visit the docks." Alysanne continued speaking, her small hands in her lap. She wore a light green dress decorated with a yellow sun and a golden necklace.
"I agree." Alis said. Thankfully, both of Weiss' companions seemed to get along well, at least in her presence. Having to deal with two prepubescent preteens that hated each other would've been annoying to deal with. "The water must look like sapphires." The brown haired girl wore a yellow dress, which didn't contrast well with her hair color or complexion.
The Golden Tooth and Peckledon lands were far from the coast, so their visit to the docks and the water in general amazed both girls. Yet, even with such light conversations with her friends, Weiss kept her back straight and her posture correct. She was sure she looked every bit a noble lady, Weiss had an image to uphold.
Heh, that Lannister arrogance must've been rubbing off on her. It was either that or her past memories as a Schnee. They could be hard to tell apart sometimes.
Weiss lost track of time, being engrossed in conversations about which of her Father's knights was in love with a kitchen maid, or whether apple cakes were better than lemon cakes. All three unanimously agreed that apple cakes were much tastier, having already eaten a large amount of lemon cakes when they were much younger. The wheelhouse came to a sudden stop.
"Oh, we must have arrived." Weiss said, her mask of a fake smile etched onto her face, like a statue. She was anxious to get some real intelligent conversation, sweet tooth or not, if she had to spend the ride back discussing pastries, someone would die.
"How exciting!" Alis exclaimed with subdued glee, their Septa had been imparting plenty of wisdom on how to be a proper lady. Most of it was misogynistic and archaic by Weiss' standards.
The door that led to the outside opened, revealing Ser Tylan's weathered face. He was old enough to have served as a squire during the War of the Ninepenny Kings, and often told stories whenever Weiss wished for a bit of real violence in her life. Surprisingly, he didn't mind, probably because it was a change in pace from having to talk to squires about much the same stories.
"My Lady." He offered her his hand, to help Weiss safely dismount the wheelhouse. She gracefully took it, and was soon standing on the ground. The mud squelched beneath her shoes, and she was secretly glad to not be wearing her usual clothes. Getting mud stains out of white clothes was its own special torment, one that annoyed the serving girls. "Lord Lannister agreed to pass by the street of bread once his business was done." Ser Tylan whispered.
"Thank you." Weiss chirped, her best attempt at imitating a little girl. Ser Tylan said nothing else, but smiled as he helped Alysanne and Alis down the short stairs, as a true knight would. Truely a model of chivalry everywhere. She had to admit, it felt nice having someone show her proper manners like this and not for some subtle reasons. It reminded her of Jau-
She shifted her mind away from those thoughts. She was a Schnee and a Lannister. She couldn't show emotions, not here. Maybe later, once she was back in her home. Conceal, don't feel, as Ruby used to joke.
She suddenly formed a grimace, as the smell of rotten fish,seawater, and all the usual smells of a city decided to assault her nostrils. It took all of her self control to not start gagging on the spot. Thankfully, Weiss had prepared herself for a situation such as this. She had a handkerchief, a small blue cloth with a snowflake embroidered that she had sprayed with a bit of perfume before she left the Gold Keep. It matched the light blue dress Weiss wore, with long sleeves and a lion beside a snowflake on the bodice, a copy of her glyphs.
Weiss held the handkerchief close to her nose, breathing slowly, allowing the expensive perfumes to cleanse her nostrils of the scent of blood and rotten fish. Among other things. Was this what it was like for Blake and the other faunus? Certainly would explain a few things in hindsight. At least Lannisport was cleaner than Kings Landing, Weiss had heard the rumors about its infamous smell. Someone chuckling pulled Weiss out of her thoughts.
"Prepared I see." Father approached, his horse being tended to by a young squire, a small boy with a head of brown hair. Ser Larys Lantell stood a few paces behind, his thick yellow beard hiding most of his face. Commander Tytos of the City Watch stood beside him, he looked younger than Tylan, but not by much with a hairless head and a clean shaven face.
"Yes Father." Weiss briefly removed the handkerchief to give him a curtsey. Alysanne and Alis followed, dipping a bit lower than she did.. "I hope I haven't embarrassed you, this is my first time visiting the docks, and I wasn't sure what the smell would be like." Alysanne and Alis remained silent, knowing better than to complain
Father eyed the handkerchief for a few seconds before deciding to speak. "I only wish you had prepared one for me." He jested, earning a true smile from Weiss.
"Of course, Father." Weiss bowed her head once more. Pretending to be humble was a skill that these Westerosi noble ladies had mastered, their tongues and mind were their weapons, instead of swords and hammers. It was debatable which was deadlier, she'd heard rumors about the Queen of Thorns, after all.
"Come, I have much work to do." Father said, motioning Ser Tylan and Commander Tytos to follow behind them. No one would dare harm the head of a Lannister, not in the heart of the Westerlands, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Ser Tylan was in charge of defending Weiss and her companions should something happen.
"Yes Father." Weiss responded, the strength in her voice calculated, loud enough to be heard, but low enough to not be considered rude. She'd done this before, so it was child's play.
Father turned on his heel, his boots squelching in the mud until they finally reached the stone sidewalk that would lead them to the docks proper laid. Weiss followed, only a few paces behind him and Ser Larys, who never left her Father's side. Weiss' aura enhanced legs allowed her to keep up with her Father's much longer strides, never straying more than three feet behind him. Alysanne and Alis struggled, they were taller than Weiss, with much longer legs, yet they slowed the pace of Ser Tylan who was trying not to laugh.
It was then that Weiss finally allowed her eyes to wander, the sea breeze playing with her white locks of air, the salty air assaulting Weiss' skin. The smell of rotten fish got worse, but the smell of salt and Weiss' perfumed handkerchief managed to make it bearable. The Lannister fleet was massive, with ships heavily armored and decorated with golden lions. Weiss counted at least thirty large war galleys, with numerous other support ships of various sizes, the banner of the Lannisters of Casterly Rock flying on each of them. There easily could've been more.
"Do you know why we're here, Weiss?" Father spoke up, not turning his head nor slowing his speed. His light cape flowed a few inches off of the ground.
"We are here to check on the progress of the ship you had commissioned for Lord Tywin." Weiss answered after a short pause, a purposeful one. It'd be hard for a girl her age to remember exactly why, especially for a matter that did not concern them. Obviously another test for her, and one she was going to pass.
"Good, you remembered." Father continued. The stone soon turned into a fine wood. Sailors and workers crowded the docks, many scurrying in between the dromonds, repairing or preparing their ship to set sail. Many gave them second glances, and a short bow once they took notice of the entourage. The main duty of the fleet was to defend the Lannister's interest in trade from pirates and ironborn raiders. Even the most desperate pirate wouldn't pass up a ship loaded with gold coming from Lannisport if it was insufficiently escorted, retribution forthcoming or not. "The Lion's Claws should be completed by now. We are to see if it's ready to he presented to Lord Tywin, just in time for his nameday." A fitting gift for the man titled as The Shield of Lannisport.
Weiss' only response was the raising of her handkerchief to her nose, taking a deep breath of the expensive cloth. She was gifted a beautiful golden horse from Dorne for her last nameday, with a dark red coat that reminded Weiss of a certain shade of red whenever she dreamt. She named the filly, Ruby. After a few more seconds, Weiss spoke.
"Yes Father."
Eventually they reached the 'office building', where the harbormaster and the head carpenter conducted their business. After a couple more minutes of walking, Weiss' nose had finally gotten adjusted to the rancid smell, and no longer required the perfumed cloth, instead passing it off to Alysanne, as it was her right as the heiress to the Golden Tooth. While Weiss did hate the social rankings that Westerosi society imprinted on itself, there was nothing she could do but play along for now, at least until she had more influence to make minor changes in her social circles. They paused at the entrance to the building, it was two stories high, and was primarily made out of well weathered wood that stood strong against the wind of the Sunset Sea. The door itself was decorated with carvings of a roaring lion.
Father turned to look at the gathered group of ladies, knights, and men-at-arms. "Only Weiss and Ser Larys will enter with me. Ser Tylan, Ser Tytos, I leave the safety of Lady Lefford and Lady Peckledon to you two."
Ser Tylan placed his armored hand over his chest. "As you command, my Lord."
"No harm shall come to them, my Lord." Commander Tytos puffed his chest. "None shall dare to even lay a finger on them, not with the City Watch present."
That seemed to have pleased Father, who said nothing more and turned back to the door to the harbor building. Ser Larys quickly opened it, his free hand casually sitting on the pommel of his sword, castle forged steel. It took all of Weiss' control to not roll her eyes at the gaudy display of power.
At least her family wasn't as insane in this life.
A/N
If you enjoy these slightly longer chapters feel free to let me know. This was done with the help of Night_Stalker.
Beem really enjoying writing this so far.
Weiss, you are making a lot of assumptions here. I'm sure you won't be horrified and disgusted when you find out what some of your family is really like.
Cersei will definitely be just the kindest person you have ever met.
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The interior of the harbor building looked normal, and shabby by Weiss' standards at least. That was to be expected, she lived in a literal palace, and had visited Casterly Rock a few times when she was younger, so it'd take a much more elaborate building in order to impress the young Lannister. Highgarden sounded like a wonderful place to go and visit during the spring, with its lush surroundings, or the Hightower of Oldtown with its eternal flame. Weiss would have to find a way to convince her parents to let her travel the world once she was older. It'd be hard, but not impossible.
Weiss allowed her eyes to wander around the relatively cramped entrance, Sery Larys took up a lot of room with his boiled leather and Lannister plate armor. The entrance led into a hallway of what seemed like a decently sized room, and broke off into other pathways. She could hear the sound of people chattering, their conversations disguised by a light echo.
"You are to stand by my side, and remain silent unless spoken to." Father spoke up, twisting his head to look her in the eyes. It was another test, Weiss may have been a Lannister, but this was still a society that was primarily run by men.
"Yes Father." Weiss bowed her head slightly. She followed Father down the main hallway, with Ser Larys silently following closely behind them, keeping her hands in front of her and ensuring that she stood straight. They entered the room Weiss had spotted earlier, judging from the door and location, likely an office of some sort.
"Lord Dramen!" A fat man sitting behind a desk at the far end of the chambers exclaimed. He struggled to sit up, with his fingers built like the sausages that Weiss had eaten to break her fast this morning. His beard was divided into three prongs and were dyed green and blue. It took the help of his young attendant to lift him onto his feet. The Tyroshi quickly approached Father. "It's always such an honor to conduct business with you, Lord Lannister." He had an accent, one that said the common tongue was not his native language. His accent was thick, and each word was spoken slowly to ensure he was pronunciating the words correctly.
Father kept his face impassive, a true politician. "You build good ships, Lysonos, I'd be a fool to not keep you close." He spoke bluntly, the tone at odds with his impassive face. The Tyroshi was well perfumed, smelling likes the honey cakes that always made Weiss' mouth water.
Weiss had only heard whispers of Lysonos Mopyl, the Tyroshi harbormaster that ran the docks under the direction of Father and Lord Tywin. The kitchen maids and servants that acted as bedwarmers for some of her Father's knights needed to guard their tongues closer, but in the end they served their purpose in providing Weiss information. Even if she did have to sift through it a tad for usefulness.
"Of course, Lord Dramen." Lysonos offered a smile, one that was framed like a photograph by his colorful beard and bushy mustache. His bright eyes gave Weiss a glance before darting to Ser Larys who stood a few feet behind them. "And who is this beautiful young lady you have here?"
There was her queue. Weiss gave him a polite curtsy, with a calculated smile, a childish yet ladylike one. It was seriously worrying how much she remembered from her old life and how useful it was. She was using the exact same mannerisms and everything.
"My daughter, Weiss." Father formed a proud smirk. "I'm teaching her how Lannisters run our business."
"A wise choice my Lord." Lysonos bobbed his head up and down, causing his three chins to wobble. A lesser girl would've erupted into a series of laughing fits, but Weiss was no lesser girl. She would laugh in her head, like a proper lady would do. "Always a good idea to have them learn young. May I presume that you are here to check on the progress of The Lion's Claws?"
Despite his jovial attitude, Lysonos' eyes reminded Weiss of a shark. The Lannisters were the richest family in all of Westeros, he must've been charging an outrageous price for the construction of Lord Tywin's flagship. And that was assuming he wasn't using any one of a dozen schemes to further line his pockets by cutting corners or scamming the contractors.
"Of course." Father continued. "Lord Tywin and I expect nothing but the best from you." The unspoken threat being Lysonos's immediate replacement should he not live up to their expectations, and that was if Tywin was happy with what had happened thus far with the ship. If he felt cheated, then his wrath would be legendary. Perhaps he would have a new song written?
If the Tyroshi felt threatened, he didn't show it, keeping his mask firmly planted on his round face. "You would be glad to know that The Lion's Claws has finished construction, ahead of schedule. Would you like a tour of it, my Lord? Ser Royce Lanny should be testing its sea worthiness at this time of day."
Father gave Weiss a brief side glance, crossing his arms over his chest in faux-thought. He answered after a few seconds.
"Very well."
The wood that made up the gangplanks that stood between Father's entourage and the water creaked with every step that Lysonos took, Weiss noticed. Not that she had anything against fat people, Professor Port was one of the smartest and most agile people that she knew in her past life. He simply looked out of place, in a work area such as this. Still, at least Weiss got to see her family's fleet from up close thanks to the fat Tyroshi. It was always nice to see where her family earned their money from, after all. The largest ships had several scorpions on board, and held over a hundred rowers. The Lannisters spared no expense when it came to the defense of the Westerlands, that was a sign of wise investment. After all, having all the gold in the world meant nothing if someone could just take it from you.
Father walked ahead of them alongside Lysonos and Ser Lays, while Weiss followed shortly behind him with Ser Tylan and her companions, close enough to eavesdrop, but far enough to offer them privacy.
"You've never been aboard one, My Lady?" Ser Tylan had resumed his normal duties, of ensuring that Weiss and her friends remained safe. He was talking to Alis.
She shook her head in faux amazement, her dark eyes wide with wonder. "I have not, Ser Knight." Alis stared at him in awe, like a child who got to hold a shiny new gun.
"Have you ever been aboard one, Ser Tylan?" Alysanne continued the conversation. Weiss followed along with one ear, allowing her eyes to wander discretely around the docks..
"Aye, during the War of the Ninepenny Kings." Ser Tylan smiled. "I was a young squire serving a household knight under the command of Ser Jason Lannister. I was there when Barristan the Bold ended the war, dueling Maelys the Monstrous in single combat." He boasted. Yet, she could detect a sense of truth in his voice. This wasn't just him bragging, he likely had been there for it.
The conversation dragged on, with Ser Tylan sharing stories that Weiss had already heard hundreds of times before. She turned her ears outwards, sailors and workers would know all of the rumors that came through Lannisport, only the merchants would carry more information. If she was to be the Lady of Lannisport, should Father and Mother not have a son, Weiss would need to know as much information as possible to rule as effectively as she could.
Rumors, while often insane and without cause, often held a sliver of truth behind them. She learned that the hard way when Weiss was a Schnee, navigating the death trap that was Atlasian high society. They passed by a dromond with dozens of harborworkers scurrying around the top deck, adjusting the scorpions and catapults. A few were hanging over the side of the dromonds, repairing storm damage.
"Price of bread is gettin too high." A sun burnt man complained to his companion holding a hammer. His companion shrugged, hefting his hammer in his toned arms as he did so, revealing a body lined with ropy muscles.
"At least you can buy bread, I get paid pennies, and can barely buy grain." His friend shrugged. They hadn't seemed to notice that they weren't alone, which was to be expected. Weiss was only able to hear over the sound of men yelling and hammer hitting nails due to her aura enhanced ears. Blake would've easily been able to hear every conversation around here, with her cat ears. Faunus truly were superior to humans, at least in this area, Weiss had just been too blind to see it.
The price of bread depended on various factors, and was out of Weiss' control until she could help influence it. They reached another dromond, this one larger with another deck full of a hundred oars. The figurehead was that of a roaring lion, and was filled with dozens of hardworking men, on deck and over the side. Father looked impressed as they drew closer to the gangplank that would allow them to board, and Ser Tylan continued entertaining Weiss' two friends, this time talking about his meeting with Ser Barristan. Good on him, he can endure their inane chatter for now, it would give her a short break.
Weiss ignored them while appearing to be engrossed in their conversation. This must've been the Lion's Claws. It truly was impressive, at least, to her inexperienced eyes, she preferred Atlesian warships to Westerosi war galleys.Not just for being more advanced, just in general, they seemed more impressive.
"Don't see the need for another ship." A worker scratched the back of his head, he was inspecting the wooden hull. "Haven't seen any squids in months." His coworker shrugged while sanding a rough spot to his left, swearing as an especially tough knot resisted his efforts.
Squids? Did he mean the Ironborn?
"You two shuddit." A third man spoke up, staring at the two of them over the railing. "I hear that some ships from Lys are due to arrive any day now, I don't need the two giving me bad luck, summoning those pirates." He was wearing better quality clothes than the other two.
"The only good squid is a dead squid." The one who was sanding the wood spat into the sea. Thankfully, he was too far away for any of his spittle to land on her. "I heard from a lad off of the Dawn Treader that they haven't seen any longships for weeks."
That was weird, Weiss would have to ask Ser Tylan about it later. The Iron Islands were one of the first topics Maester Harmune included in his lessons. They were an old enemy of the Westerlands, always attempting to raid its coasts, steal its riches, and kidnap men and women to take back to their barren islands as thralls and salt wives. They must've been planning something big for all their longships to not have been spotted in a while.
"Ser Tylan?" Weiss spoke up, politely interrupting a conversation about the Stepstones. The elderly knight turned his head in her direction.
"Yes, my Lady?" Ser Tylan gave her another smile, his bushy mustache hiding his upper lip.
"Did you ever fight any Ironborn?" Weiss asked, locking her elbows with Alysanne who held her closely. Steering the conversation in the direction she wanted would be a piece of apple cake.
"Once or twice." Ser Tylan admitted, placing his hand on the pommel of his sword. "Faircastle is often the target of raids, Lord Lannister sends a few ships every few moons to help deter them."
"So would you say that their longships are commonly spotted out at sea?" Weiss' light voice hid the true nature of her questions. Alysanne and Alis remained silent, paying close attention to Ser Tylan's words. She was sure they would have preferred a more beautiful knight to guard them, but they were polite ladies.
"Aye. Lord Greyjoy claims he cannot control his bannermen, they often try to raid ships coming from the Free Cities." Ser Tylan explained. "No need to worry my Lady, squids are scared of lions. Should they attempt something, all Lord Tywin needs to do is send them a bard, and remind them the words of House Lannister."
That made all three girls giggle. Father and Lysonos boarded the double decked dromond with Sery Larys and four other men-at-arms. The workmen aboard the ship either redoubled their efforts, or stood up, to look at their superiors.
"What if the Ironborn haven't been seen in weeks?" Weiss pressed. She feigned anxiety by allowing her arm to shake slightly. Alysanne caressed her wrist in return.
Ser Tylan's smile turned into a frown. "Where did you hear that, my Lady?" Hm, that didn't seem good. If it wasn't serious, then he should've been able to keep that mask on his face without cracking. Maybe this was a bit more serious than she thought it was.
"I overheard a few sailors, they said something about longboats not being spotted for months, and how none of our tradeships have arrived with damage from battle." She lied about that last part, but he didn't need to know that. But it did seem logical to her mind at least.
"Nothing wrong with that. Even squids have to attend to their harvests." Ser Tylan did his best to retain his mask, but the glances he kept giving Father said otherwise, which confirmed Weiss' suspicions. She should probably step up her training with her glyphs. It seems it was going to be needed a bit sooner than intended.
After all, the words of the Grejoys were We Do Not Sow. Ser Tylan would have to come up with better lies. Admittedly, he was likely trying to keep the three young noblewomen he was responsible for calm and not start a panic in the middle of a crowded dock, so it wasn't malicious. She was a little girl after all.
Weiss formed a small smile and tilted her head just enough to look cute, for a girl that had sewn seven name days that is. "Okay!"
Liar.
A/N
This was done in a few hours with help from Night_Stalker, so enjoy these frequent updates while you can.
We'll be doing our best to use canon characters, like Alysanne, but if it's not possible we'll be coming up with OCs. Not exactly helping matters is that a lot of these canon characters have wiki pages that are shorter than this AN.
In other good news, I have a surprise coming soon so keep an eye out!
Weiss allowed her eyes to wander around the relatively cramped entrance, Sery Larys took up a lot of room with his boiled leather and Lannister plate armor. The entrance led into a hallway of what seemed like a decently sized room, and broke off into other pathways. She could hear the sound of people chattering, their conversations disguised by a light echo.
"You are to stand by my side, and remain silent unless spoken to." Father spoke up, twisting his head to look her in the eyes. It was another test, Weiss may have been a Lannister, but this was still a society that was primarily run by men.
"Yes Father." Weiss bowed her head slightly. She followed Father down the main hallway, with Ser Larys silently following closely behind them, keeping her hands in front of her and ensuring that she stood straight. They entered the room Weiss had spotted earlier, judging from the door and location, likely an office of some sort.
"Lord Dramen!" A fat man sitting behind a desk at the far end of the chambers exclaimed. He struggled to sit up, with his fingers built like the sausages that Weiss had eaten to break her fast this morning. His beard was divided into three prongs and were dyed green and blue. It took the help of his young attendant to lift him onto his feet. The Tyroshi quickly approached Father. "It's always such an honor to conduct business with you, Lord Lannister." He had an accent, one that said the common tongue was not his native language. His accent was thick, and each word was spoken slowly to ensure he was pronunciating the words correctly.
Father kept his face impassive, a true politician. "You build good ships, Lysonos, I'd be a fool to not keep you close." He spoke bluntly, the tone at odds with his impassive face. The Tyroshi was well perfumed, smelling likes the honey cakes that always made Weiss' mouth water.
Weiss had only heard whispers of Lysonos Mopyl, the Tyroshi harbormaster that ran the docks under the direction of Father and Lord Tywin. The kitchen maids and servants that acted as bedwarmers for some of her Father's knights needed to guard their tongues closer, but in the end they served their purpose in providing Weiss information. Even if she did have to sift through it a tad for usefulness.
"Of course, Lord Dramen." Lysonos offered a smile, one that was framed like a photograph by his colorful beard and bushy mustache. His bright eyes gave Weiss a glance before darting to Ser Larys who stood a few feet behind them. "And who is this beautiful young lady you have here?"
There was her queue. Weiss gave him a polite curtsy, with a calculated smile, a childish yet ladylike one. It was seriously worrying how much she remembered from her old life and how useful it was. She was using the exact same mannerisms and everything.
"My daughter, Weiss." Father formed a proud smirk. "I'm teaching her how Lannisters run our business."
"A wise choice my Lord." Lysonos bobbed his head up and down, causing his three chins to wobble. A lesser girl would've erupted into a series of laughing fits, but Weiss was no lesser girl. She would laugh in her head, like a proper lady would do. "Always a good idea to have them learn young. May I presume that you are here to check on the progress of The Lion's Claws?"
Despite his jovial attitude, Lysonos' eyes reminded Weiss of a shark. The Lannisters were the richest family in all of Westeros, he must've been charging an outrageous price for the construction of Lord Tywin's flagship. And that was assuming he wasn't using any one of a dozen schemes to further line his pockets by cutting corners or scamming the contractors.
"Of course." Father continued. "Lord Tywin and I expect nothing but the best from you." The unspoken threat being Lysonos's immediate replacement should he not live up to their expectations, and that was if Tywin was happy with what had happened thus far with the ship. If he felt cheated, then his wrath would be legendary. Perhaps he would have a new song written?
If the Tyroshi felt threatened, he didn't show it, keeping his mask firmly planted on his round face. "You would be glad to know that The Lion's Claws has finished construction, ahead of schedule. Would you like a tour of it, my Lord? Ser Royce Lanny should be testing its sea worthiness at this time of day."
Father gave Weiss a brief side glance, crossing his arms over his chest in faux-thought. He answered after a few seconds.
"Very well."
The wood that made up the gangplanks that stood between Father's entourage and the water creaked with every step that Lysonos took, Weiss noticed. Not that she had anything against fat people, Professor Port was one of the smartest and most agile people that she knew in her past life. He simply looked out of place, in a work area such as this. Still, at least Weiss got to see her family's fleet from up close thanks to the fat Tyroshi. It was always nice to see where her family earned their money from, after all. The largest ships had several scorpions on board, and held over a hundred rowers. The Lannisters spared no expense when it came to the defense of the Westerlands, that was a sign of wise investment. After all, having all the gold in the world meant nothing if someone could just take it from you.
Father walked ahead of them alongside Lysonos and Ser Lays, while Weiss followed shortly behind him with Ser Tylan and her companions, close enough to eavesdrop, but far enough to offer them privacy.
"You've never been aboard one, My Lady?" Ser Tylan had resumed his normal duties, of ensuring that Weiss and her friends remained safe. He was talking to Alis.
She shook her head in faux amazement, her dark eyes wide with wonder. "I have not, Ser Knight." Alis stared at him in awe, like a child who got to hold a shiny new gun.
"Have you ever been aboard one, Ser Tylan?" Alysanne continued the conversation. Weiss followed along with one ear, allowing her eyes to wander discretely around the docks..
"Aye, during the War of the Ninepenny Kings." Ser Tylan smiled. "I was a young squire serving a household knight under the command of Ser Jason Lannister. I was there when Barristan the Bold ended the war, dueling Maelys the Monstrous in single combat." He boasted. Yet, she could detect a sense of truth in his voice. This wasn't just him bragging, he likely had been there for it.
The conversation dragged on, with Ser Tylan sharing stories that Weiss had already heard hundreds of times before. She turned her ears outwards, sailors and workers would know all of the rumors that came through Lannisport, only the merchants would carry more information. If she was to be the Lady of Lannisport, should Father and Mother not have a son, Weiss would need to know as much information as possible to rule as effectively as she could.
Rumors, while often insane and without cause, often held a sliver of truth behind them. She learned that the hard way when Weiss was a Schnee, navigating the death trap that was Atlasian high society. They passed by a dromond with dozens of harborworkers scurrying around the top deck, adjusting the scorpions and catapults. A few were hanging over the side of the dromonds, repairing storm damage.
"Price of bread is gettin too high." A sun burnt man complained to his companion holding a hammer. His companion shrugged, hefting his hammer in his toned arms as he did so, revealing a body lined with ropy muscles.
"At least you can buy bread, I get paid pennies, and can barely buy grain." His friend shrugged. They hadn't seemed to notice that they weren't alone, which was to be expected. Weiss was only able to hear over the sound of men yelling and hammer hitting nails due to her aura enhanced ears. Blake would've easily been able to hear every conversation around here, with her cat ears. Faunus truly were superior to humans, at least in this area, Weiss had just been too blind to see it.
The price of bread depended on various factors, and was out of Weiss' control until she could help influence it. They reached another dromond, this one larger with another deck full of a hundred oars. The figurehead was that of a roaring lion, and was filled with dozens of hardworking men, on deck and over the side. Father looked impressed as they drew closer to the gangplank that would allow them to board, and Ser Tylan continued entertaining Weiss' two friends, this time talking about his meeting with Ser Barristan. Good on him, he can endure their inane chatter for now, it would give her a short break.
Weiss ignored them while appearing to be engrossed in their conversation. This must've been the Lion's Claws. It truly was impressive, at least, to her inexperienced eyes, she preferred Atlesian warships to Westerosi war galleys.Not just for being more advanced, just in general, they seemed more impressive.
"Don't see the need for another ship." A worker scratched the back of his head, he was inspecting the wooden hull. "Haven't seen any squids in months." His coworker shrugged while sanding a rough spot to his left, swearing as an especially tough knot resisted his efforts.
Squids? Did he mean the Ironborn?
"You two shuddit." A third man spoke up, staring at the two of them over the railing. "I hear that some ships from Lys are due to arrive any day now, I don't need the two giving me bad luck, summoning those pirates." He was wearing better quality clothes than the other two.
"The only good squid is a dead squid." The one who was sanding the wood spat into the sea. Thankfully, he was too far away for any of his spittle to land on her. "I heard from a lad off of the Dawn Treader that they haven't seen any longships for weeks."
That was weird, Weiss would have to ask Ser Tylan about it later. The Iron Islands were one of the first topics Maester Harmune included in his lessons. They were an old enemy of the Westerlands, always attempting to raid its coasts, steal its riches, and kidnap men and women to take back to their barren islands as thralls and salt wives. They must've been planning something big for all their longships to not have been spotted in a while.
"Ser Tylan?" Weiss spoke up, politely interrupting a conversation about the Stepstones. The elderly knight turned his head in her direction.
"Yes, my Lady?" Ser Tylan gave her another smile, his bushy mustache hiding his upper lip.
"Did you ever fight any Ironborn?" Weiss asked, locking her elbows with Alysanne who held her closely. Steering the conversation in the direction she wanted would be a piece of apple cake.
"Once or twice." Ser Tylan admitted, placing his hand on the pommel of his sword. "Faircastle is often the target of raids, Lord Lannister sends a few ships every few moons to help deter them."
"So would you say that their longships are commonly spotted out at sea?" Weiss' light voice hid the true nature of her questions. Alysanne and Alis remained silent, paying close attention to Ser Tylan's words. She was sure they would have preferred a more beautiful knight to guard them, but they were polite ladies.
"Aye. Lord Greyjoy claims he cannot control his bannermen, they often try to raid ships coming from the Free Cities." Ser Tylan explained. "No need to worry my Lady, squids are scared of lions. Should they attempt something, all Lord Tywin needs to do is send them a bard, and remind them the words of House Lannister."
That made all three girls giggle. Father and Lysonos boarded the double decked dromond with Sery Larys and four other men-at-arms. The workmen aboard the ship either redoubled their efforts, or stood up, to look at their superiors.
"What if the Ironborn haven't been seen in weeks?" Weiss pressed. She feigned anxiety by allowing her arm to shake slightly. Alysanne caressed her wrist in return.
Ser Tylan's smile turned into a frown. "Where did you hear that, my Lady?" Hm, that didn't seem good. If it wasn't serious, then he should've been able to keep that mask on his face without cracking. Maybe this was a bit more serious than she thought it was.
"I overheard a few sailors, they said something about longboats not being spotted for months, and how none of our tradeships have arrived with damage from battle." She lied about that last part, but he didn't need to know that. But it did seem logical to her mind at least.
"Nothing wrong with that. Even squids have to attend to their harvests." Ser Tylan did his best to retain his mask, but the glances he kept giving Father said otherwise, which confirmed Weiss' suspicions. She should probably step up her training with her glyphs. It seems it was going to be needed a bit sooner than intended.
After all, the words of the Grejoys were We Do Not Sow. Ser Tylan would have to come up with better lies. Admittedly, he was likely trying to keep the three young noblewomen he was responsible for calm and not start a panic in the middle of a crowded dock, so it wasn't malicious. She was a little girl after all.
Weiss formed a small smile and tilted her head just enough to look cute, for a girl that had sewn seven name days that is. "Okay!"
Liar.
A/N
This was done in a few hours with help from Night_Stalker, so enjoy these frequent updates while you can.
We'll be doing our best to use canon characters, like Alysanne, but if it's not possible we'll be coming up with OCs. Not exactly helping matters is that a lot of these canon characters have wiki pages that are shorter than this AN.
In other good news, I have a surprise coming soon so keep an eye out!
Weiss Lannister
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Weiss is definitely not beating those Targaryen allegations with that Signature Look of Superiority.
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Cool art by the way.
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Fantastic Art.
Cersei must be seething about Weiss existing and looking as she does.
> "a younger and more beautiful queen will come and take everything Cersei holds dear and cast her down."
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Look at this smug aura (still it looks a bit weird without the scar). Weiss will bring progress to this world even if the people are kicking and screaming
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At least Weiss would be reminded of her best buddy Ruby.
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The Lion's Claws was impressive, with its red hull and double decks that would allow for two hundred oarsmen to man it. It was far from the largest ship in the Seven Kingdoms, that galley belonged to the Hightowers with the Honor Of Oldtown, which was rumored to have four decks and had twice as many oarsmen as the Lion's Claws. Still, even half the size of the Honor Of Oldtown, the Lion's Claw would still be the finest war galley in the Sunset Sea, ready and able to smash any raiders and deter any pirates and Ironborn from attacking Lannister tradeships.
"Lord Tywin will be pleased." Dramen said evenly, running a delicate hand on one of the railings, admiring the craftsmanship put into it. His green eyes remained focused on the scorpions and catapult that could easily send any enemies of the Lannisters to one of the seven hells.
"She's a fine ship, my Lord." Ser Royce Lanny, the new captain of the latest addition to the Lannisport fleet, boasted. He'd have command of Lord Tywin's flagship until another was chosen by their liege lord. A veteran of the seas, Ser Royce was one of the most loyal and dedicated sailors in service to Lord Tywin. He was wearing a shirt of heavy chain over boiled leather, his half-helm in his arms.
"The finest this side of Westeros, Lord Lannister." Lysonos bragged. "The Lion's Claws is the fastest ship in the Sunset Sea, being able to outpace even the fastest longboat." It was a bit of a brag, but not too big of one. Speed was crucial, yes, but it alone did not win battles.
Their assurances and boasts meant nothing if Lord Tywin was not pleased. At the very least, the Lion's Claws was a beautiful ship, from the figurehead of a roaring lion, down to the smallest details in the captain's cabin with the decorations on the wall, lions made out of gold. Dramen drummed his fingers against the railing, pressing his lips together in thought for a few seconds before deciding to speak. "Ser Larys."
"Yes, my Lord?" His trusted knight took a step forward, his cloak tossing and turning from the sea wind.
"I charge you with delivering the final payment to the Harbormaster, once we return to the Gold Keep." A Lannister always paid their debts, and Lysonos did some fine work. Plus, best to keep him working for them, and not say, the Tyrells or Dragonstone. Lord Stannis had taken most of the best shipbuilders in Westeros to build his Royal Fleet.
"As you command, my Lord." Ser Larys bowed his head before taking a few steps back. He was a good man, trustworthy, competent and skilled with a sword.
Dramen extended his arm in the direction of the fat Tyroshi, the smell from his expensive perfume mixing with the salt-air. It was a horrid combination. "I hope to conduct more business with you in the future, Master Lysonos."
"Of course, my Lord!" Lysonos grabbed his hand with both of his own, his skin soft without a single callous, fleshy and large. "House Lannister's fleet shall be made out of the finest galleys and cogs!" They better be, Lord Tywin and Dramen were spending a fortune on just hiring shipwrights. And Dramen had no doubt that the Tyroshi would remain loyal as long as he filled his pocket with coins, and the promise of a potential lordship.
Not that Lord Tywin would ever raise an Essoi to lordship like his father Tytos before him, but the existence of House Spicer brought many merchants from the Free Cities, all who hoped to catch the eye of the Old Lion. All that did was enrich Dramen's own pockets.
"Good." Dramen's smirk was well hidden beneath his neatly trimmed beard. He released his grip on the Tyroshi's hand. "I shall send Lord Tywin your regards."
"Wonderful! Now I have a nice bottle of Arbor Red sitting in my office. I would be honored if I would be able to serve you a drink, my Lord." Lysonos' smile extended to his red cheeks, hidden by his colorful beard.
Dramen's eyes briefly drifted past the railing, down at Weiss who had her arms wrapped around Lady Lefford's, laughing at some joke that Lady Peckledon likely retorted. Ser Tylan stood close by, but this smile was strained. He glanced in Dramen's direction with wary eyes. Did something happen? That wasn't possible, not with all those guards and knights that he brought along. A dozen red cloaks stood several feet away with Commander Tytos, keeping an eye on all of the workers that kept looking at the three ladies.
"Perhaps on my next visit." Dramen slowly started to talk in the direction of the gangplank, down the stairs. The two knights and the Tyroshi followed without a word "I promised my daughter that I would take her to buy apple and lemon cakes."
"Such a dutiful Father." Lysonos bowed his head slightly. "I shall save the Red for your next visit, My Lord, and prepare desserts for your daughter and her companions."
"You're too kind." Dramen said dryly, disembarking from the Lion's Claws with Ser Larys right behind him. He reached the walkway in a few seconds, passing crewmen as he did so. The wooden plank dipped beneath him as he and his escorts left the ship, and he returned to solid land once more.
"My Lord." Ser Tylan placed a fist over his chest while Weiss and her friends curtseyed. Good, they still remembered their manners, especially in public.
"Lord Lannister." Alysanne Lefford and Alis Peckedon said, their hair ruffled by the sea wind and salty air. Good girls, and got along with his Weiss just fine. Every child needed some friends, but you couldn't just grab people roughly the same age and class and shove them together. One had to be selective, a task which he delegated to his lady wife, and she delivered magnificently. Lady Lefford was the heiress to the Golden Tooth, one of Lord Tywin's most powerful bannermen. And Lady Peckledon was from a knightly house, the honor of being Weiss' companion would ensure their loyalty.
"Father." Weiss gave him a small smile, looking every bit a lady. She was still young, and had much to learn, yet she seemed brighter than most girls her age. Should Ceria not give him a son, Weiss would be a worthy successor. "The Lion's Claw is such a magnificent ship, just being in its presence makes me feel at ease."
"I'm glad." Dramen gave the double decked war galley one last look. "We shall pass by the Street of Bread on our way to the Gold Keep." That caused the eyes of all three ladies to light up.
"Ser Larys will escort you to the wheelhouse." He gave Ser Tylan a brief glance. "I have something to discuss with Ser Tylan before we depart."
It better be important.
With half a dozen red cloaks in between himself and the ladies, Ser Tylan walked a pace behind Dramen. He was an old knight, one that had been in service of the Lannisters of Lannisport since the days of Dramen's own Father.
"What has you worried, old man?" Dramen kept his eyes focused ahead, catching glimpses of hair so blonde that it appeared white in between armored red cloaks. Weiss' hair and eyes may have been Velayron, but her face and nose screamed Lannister. He didn't seem to mind being away from Weiss, so it wasn't a direct threat, nor was it urgent enough that he would order them back to the Gold Keep, but it was weighing on his mind.
"Rumors, my Lord." Ser Tylan said gravely. "Sailors and merchants are whispering that they haven't spotted any Ironborn in several moons."
"Unusual." Dramen frowned. It was no secret that Balon Greyjoy, the Lord Reaper of Pyke, had Ironborn longships raid tradeships, from the Seven Kingdoms and the Free Cities. He often complained that his own bannermen refused to follow his commands to reign in piracy. A poor lie, but alas, one that might have some truth to it. A poor leader would find it difficult to wrangle such an unruly mass of subjects, much less ones accustomed to reaving as they wished. "The late Lord Quellon was a squid that wished to walk on land. It's likely that he passed on such teachings to his children."
Dramen was too young to have fought Ironborn raiders personally, Lord Quellon wished to reform his people, and outlawed any raidings of the Westerlands. Whether out of pragmatism or a foolish idealism to attempt to reform their culture, he was uncertain. That didn't stop him from attacking and dying in the Reach near the end of Robert's Rebellion. He knew better than to bring the might of Lord Tywin upon him, unless he wished to be immortalized in song like the Reynes.
"The septons he has expelled from the Iron Islands would say otherwise, my Lord." Ser Tylan grunted respectfully. "I do not trust the squids, nor any who follow their Drowned god."
"I shall speak with Lord Commander Tytos, and have more of the City Watch deployed near the docks and coast." Dramen narrowed his eyes. Without much information to go on, that would have to be his best option. He couldn't deploy too many men, unless he wished to start a panic in the city should this just be what it was, a simple rumor. And setting off a panic in a trade port would make him wish the Greyjoys attacked, in terms of damage to his coin. No, he'd take some precautions, and maybe send a raven to Lord Tywin once he found the truth behind the rumors. While they might not attack Lannisport directly, the rest of the coast was far more open and vulnerable. "If the Seven hear our prayers, those squids are burning their own ships like the Starks of old." Stupid wolves.
Even if the Greyjoys were planning an attack, they would be idiots to target the Westerlands. They were the wealthiest of the kingdoms, in terms of coin, and Lord Tywin's reputation was known from the Wall to Dorne. An attack on the Lannisters would mean an attack on King Robert, who would have to raise his levies to defend his good-family. The deployment of a few more guards from the City Watch should be more than enough.
"Once we have proof I'll inform Lord Tywin, until then, additional men from the City Watch shall suffice." Dramen ended the conversation, receiving a nod from the old knight. They walked in silence until they reached the stone sidewalk of the docks. The red cloaks in front of them parted the moment Dramen increased his pace. Ser Tylan followed him closely but silently. Hopefully it was just Ser Tylan jumping at snarks and grumpkins. A quick prayer to the Seven wouldn't hurt anyone, after all, they were dealing with squids.
It was time to get his sweetling the sweets she desired.
A/N
It's been fun writing this so far. Really happy with how the chapters have been coming out. Regarding the appearance of the rest of RWBY, Night_Stalker and I will be keeping that information close to our chest, but I'd love to see theories or guesses.
Its always fun reading those.
"Lord Tywin will be pleased." Dramen said evenly, running a delicate hand on one of the railings, admiring the craftsmanship put into it. His green eyes remained focused on the scorpions and catapult that could easily send any enemies of the Lannisters to one of the seven hells.
"She's a fine ship, my Lord." Ser Royce Lanny, the new captain of the latest addition to the Lannisport fleet, boasted. He'd have command of Lord Tywin's flagship until another was chosen by their liege lord. A veteran of the seas, Ser Royce was one of the most loyal and dedicated sailors in service to Lord Tywin. He was wearing a shirt of heavy chain over boiled leather, his half-helm in his arms.
"The finest this side of Westeros, Lord Lannister." Lysonos bragged. "The Lion's Claws is the fastest ship in the Sunset Sea, being able to outpace even the fastest longboat." It was a bit of a brag, but not too big of one. Speed was crucial, yes, but it alone did not win battles.
Their assurances and boasts meant nothing if Lord Tywin was not pleased. At the very least, the Lion's Claws was a beautiful ship, from the figurehead of a roaring lion, down to the smallest details in the captain's cabin with the decorations on the wall, lions made out of gold. Dramen drummed his fingers against the railing, pressing his lips together in thought for a few seconds before deciding to speak. "Ser Larys."
"Yes, my Lord?" His trusted knight took a step forward, his cloak tossing and turning from the sea wind.
"I charge you with delivering the final payment to the Harbormaster, once we return to the Gold Keep." A Lannister always paid their debts, and Lysonos did some fine work. Plus, best to keep him working for them, and not say, the Tyrells or Dragonstone. Lord Stannis had taken most of the best shipbuilders in Westeros to build his Royal Fleet.
"As you command, my Lord." Ser Larys bowed his head before taking a few steps back. He was a good man, trustworthy, competent and skilled with a sword.
Dramen extended his arm in the direction of the fat Tyroshi, the smell from his expensive perfume mixing with the salt-air. It was a horrid combination. "I hope to conduct more business with you in the future, Master Lysonos."
"Of course, my Lord!" Lysonos grabbed his hand with both of his own, his skin soft without a single callous, fleshy and large. "House Lannister's fleet shall be made out of the finest galleys and cogs!" They better be, Lord Tywin and Dramen were spending a fortune on just hiring shipwrights. And Dramen had no doubt that the Tyroshi would remain loyal as long as he filled his pocket with coins, and the promise of a potential lordship.
Not that Lord Tywin would ever raise an Essoi to lordship like his father Tytos before him, but the existence of House Spicer brought many merchants from the Free Cities, all who hoped to catch the eye of the Old Lion. All that did was enrich Dramen's own pockets.
"Good." Dramen's smirk was well hidden beneath his neatly trimmed beard. He released his grip on the Tyroshi's hand. "I shall send Lord Tywin your regards."
"Wonderful! Now I have a nice bottle of Arbor Red sitting in my office. I would be honored if I would be able to serve you a drink, my Lord." Lysonos' smile extended to his red cheeks, hidden by his colorful beard.
Dramen's eyes briefly drifted past the railing, down at Weiss who had her arms wrapped around Lady Lefford's, laughing at some joke that Lady Peckledon likely retorted. Ser Tylan stood close by, but this smile was strained. He glanced in Dramen's direction with wary eyes. Did something happen? That wasn't possible, not with all those guards and knights that he brought along. A dozen red cloaks stood several feet away with Commander Tytos, keeping an eye on all of the workers that kept looking at the three ladies.
"Perhaps on my next visit." Dramen slowly started to talk in the direction of the gangplank, down the stairs. The two knights and the Tyroshi followed without a word "I promised my daughter that I would take her to buy apple and lemon cakes."
"Such a dutiful Father." Lysonos bowed his head slightly. "I shall save the Red for your next visit, My Lord, and prepare desserts for your daughter and her companions."
"You're too kind." Dramen said dryly, disembarking from the Lion's Claws with Ser Larys right behind him. He reached the walkway in a few seconds, passing crewmen as he did so. The wooden plank dipped beneath him as he and his escorts left the ship, and he returned to solid land once more.
"My Lord." Ser Tylan placed a fist over his chest while Weiss and her friends curtseyed. Good, they still remembered their manners, especially in public.
"Lord Lannister." Alysanne Lefford and Alis Peckedon said, their hair ruffled by the sea wind and salty air. Good girls, and got along with his Weiss just fine. Every child needed some friends, but you couldn't just grab people roughly the same age and class and shove them together. One had to be selective, a task which he delegated to his lady wife, and she delivered magnificently. Lady Lefford was the heiress to the Golden Tooth, one of Lord Tywin's most powerful bannermen. And Lady Peckledon was from a knightly house, the honor of being Weiss' companion would ensure their loyalty.
"Father." Weiss gave him a small smile, looking every bit a lady. She was still young, and had much to learn, yet she seemed brighter than most girls her age. Should Ceria not give him a son, Weiss would be a worthy successor. "The Lion's Claw is such a magnificent ship, just being in its presence makes me feel at ease."
"I'm glad." Dramen gave the double decked war galley one last look. "We shall pass by the Street of Bread on our way to the Gold Keep." That caused the eyes of all three ladies to light up.
"Ser Larys will escort you to the wheelhouse." He gave Ser Tylan a brief glance. "I have something to discuss with Ser Tylan before we depart."
It better be important.
With half a dozen red cloaks in between himself and the ladies, Ser Tylan walked a pace behind Dramen. He was an old knight, one that had been in service of the Lannisters of Lannisport since the days of Dramen's own Father.
"What has you worried, old man?" Dramen kept his eyes focused ahead, catching glimpses of hair so blonde that it appeared white in between armored red cloaks. Weiss' hair and eyes may have been Velayron, but her face and nose screamed Lannister. He didn't seem to mind being away from Weiss, so it wasn't a direct threat, nor was it urgent enough that he would order them back to the Gold Keep, but it was weighing on his mind.
"Rumors, my Lord." Ser Tylan said gravely. "Sailors and merchants are whispering that they haven't spotted any Ironborn in several moons."
"Unusual." Dramen frowned. It was no secret that Balon Greyjoy, the Lord Reaper of Pyke, had Ironborn longships raid tradeships, from the Seven Kingdoms and the Free Cities. He often complained that his own bannermen refused to follow his commands to reign in piracy. A poor lie, but alas, one that might have some truth to it. A poor leader would find it difficult to wrangle such an unruly mass of subjects, much less ones accustomed to reaving as they wished. "The late Lord Quellon was a squid that wished to walk on land. It's likely that he passed on such teachings to his children."
Dramen was too young to have fought Ironborn raiders personally, Lord Quellon wished to reform his people, and outlawed any raidings of the Westerlands. Whether out of pragmatism or a foolish idealism to attempt to reform their culture, he was uncertain. That didn't stop him from attacking and dying in the Reach near the end of Robert's Rebellion. He knew better than to bring the might of Lord Tywin upon him, unless he wished to be immortalized in song like the Reynes.
"The septons he has expelled from the Iron Islands would say otherwise, my Lord." Ser Tylan grunted respectfully. "I do not trust the squids, nor any who follow their Drowned god."
"I shall speak with Lord Commander Tytos, and have more of the City Watch deployed near the docks and coast." Dramen narrowed his eyes. Without much information to go on, that would have to be his best option. He couldn't deploy too many men, unless he wished to start a panic in the city should this just be what it was, a simple rumor. And setting off a panic in a trade port would make him wish the Greyjoys attacked, in terms of damage to his coin. No, he'd take some precautions, and maybe send a raven to Lord Tywin once he found the truth behind the rumors. While they might not attack Lannisport directly, the rest of the coast was far more open and vulnerable. "If the Seven hear our prayers, those squids are burning their own ships like the Starks of old." Stupid wolves.
Even if the Greyjoys were planning an attack, they would be idiots to target the Westerlands. They were the wealthiest of the kingdoms, in terms of coin, and Lord Tywin's reputation was known from the Wall to Dorne. An attack on the Lannisters would mean an attack on King Robert, who would have to raise his levies to defend his good-family. The deployment of a few more guards from the City Watch should be more than enough.
"Once we have proof I'll inform Lord Tywin, until then, additional men from the City Watch shall suffice." Dramen ended the conversation, receiving a nod from the old knight. They walked in silence until they reached the stone sidewalk of the docks. The red cloaks in front of them parted the moment Dramen increased his pace. Ser Tylan followed him closely but silently. Hopefully it was just Ser Tylan jumping at snarks and grumpkins. A quick prayer to the Seven wouldn't hurt anyone, after all, they were dealing with squids.
It was time to get his sweetling the sweets she desired.
A/N
It's been fun writing this so far. Really happy with how the chapters have been coming out. Regarding the appearance of the rest of RWBY, Night_Stalker and I will be keeping that information close to our chest, but I'd love to see theories or guesses.
Its always fun reading those.
1-5
After an enjoyable evening in the Street of Bread, and buying enough to satisfy her own sweet tooth, as well as those of Alysanne and Alis, Weiss finally returned to the Gold Keep just before the sun kissed the horizon. It was a palace within the city sitting on the tallest hill, with high walls and a small moat surrounding the property. Should the drawbridge be raised, it should be able to withstand a siege within a siege, or serve as a place to make a final stand.
That had rarely happened, Lannisport itself was protected by a ring of mighty walls, each high and strong. With the well trained guardsmen of the City Watch, and the presence of Father's household knights and personal men-at-arms, only a fool would dare attack the largest city in the Westerlands. That wasn't even considering the nearby presence of Casterly Rock, and all of the knights that Tywin Lannister could raise with the simple ring of a bell, or a letter by raven. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry, so Weiss manipulated Ser Tylan into informing Father about the rare Ironborn sightings.
"Did you enjoy your outing with your Father?" Mother was in the middle of combing Weiss' long, white hair. It was comforting, having the same features she had in her last life, same eyes, hair and facial features. Though, Weiss did have to admit that she missed the scar that the Arma Gigas gave her over her left eye. It made her look tough, intimidating, and was the only imperfection that she allowed on her face. Seeing Jacque's reaction to the scar made the pain worth it.
"It was lovely." Weiss chirped. Having a Mother that was actually present and not spending her time in the bottom of a bottle was nice and comforting, even if she did look exactly like Willow. "Though, I do wish the docks smelled like the apple cakes Father bought me, and not rotting fish."
Mother hummed as she continued running the expensive Myrish comb through Weiss' silky hair. They were in the young heiress' room, the only light coming from the fireplace and the various candles that were specifically placed around the room to get the most out of them. "The docks are the lifeblood of Lannisport, Sweetling, but I am also tired of that rotting stench. Still, you should be thankful Lannisport doesn't smell like Kings Landing, or Hull."
As a Velayron, Mother grew up in Castle Driftmark near the Narrow Sea on the other side of Westeros. Hull was the largest town that sat on the island of Driftmark, and had been her Mother's home until her marriage to Father. It was an arranged marriage, likely to gain House Velayeon's history into the Lannister line, even if they weren't as rich or powerful as they had been under the Sea Snake or the Oakenfist. Members of House Velayron had married into the royal family under Targaryen rule, and had been dragon riders before the fearsome beast became extinct. That was such a shame, Weiss would've liked to have been able to see a dragon that wasn't a creature of Grimm. Admittedly, almost anyone would, they were magnificent beasts, from all accounts.
"Do you miss Driftmark, Mother?" Weiss asked, changing the conversation. Lord Monford Velayron was Weiss' uncle, not that she had ever met the man. Everything that she knew about him came from the stories Mother would share, and that he had the same shade of hair as they did, albeit with the purple eyes of a Valyrian.
"I used to, back when I was first married to your Father." Mother admitted. She finished combing Weiss' hair, allowing the now younger girl to turn her head to look at her Mother. Ceria Lannister was still pretty, she had given birth to Weiss at a young age, far younger than a woman from Remnant would. "My home was in the Narrow Sea, it was all I had ever known."
"What changed?" Weiss continued as Mother cupped her cheek with a soft hand. Her skin was cool to the touch, yet it felt warm at the same time, and loving. She hoped Willow and Whitley managed to get to safety, before she fell in battle.
"I had you." Mother said softly. She pressed a kiss to Weiss' forehead. It made her feel warm inside. "You are my daughter, wherever you are is my home, and I learned to love your Father, as hard-headed as he is."
Sweet, but cliche. It was kinda cute if Weiss waa being honest. She pulled her Mother into a tight hug, one that the older woman easily returned. She missed hugs, actually positive body contact with anyone, really.
"I believe it is Lady Peckledon's turn to keep you company tonight." Mother murmured into the top of Weiss' head, speaking into her hair. Alysanne and Alis switched every other day, their rooms right beside Weiss'. It was just like having a sleepover, not that she'd ever had one before Beacon.
"It is." Weiss smiled. They would remain her companions until their families called them home, likely to marry them off to another lord or heir. As the daughter of a knightly house, Alis' pickings would be slim, likely married off to some landed knight, or if she was lucky, the third or fourth son of a lordly house. Alysanne on the other hand, as heiress to the Golden Tooth, must've had dozens if not hundreds of suitors lining up to win her favor. Still not as many as Weiss would have, but still impressive on her own. Maybe she could do Alis a favor, find her a more suitable candidate for marriage?
"I'll have one of the servants send her in." Mother pressed another kiss to Weiss' cheek. She smelled like honey and lavender, a refreshing breeze from the heat and humidity of the world. "Sleep well, my Sweetling."
Weiss wrapped her arms around her Mother once more, her sapphire eyes slightly glazing over with restrained tears. "I will, Mother."
She loved her new family.
Weiss awoke to the sound of someone loudly banging on the heavy wooden door to her room. The knocking was heavy, and rapid, so not a servant or her Mother, no, this was something urgent. Groaning softly and shooting the door a sharp glare, Weiss rubbed her eyes slowly and untangled herself from Peckledon.
"Mmm, I shall answer the door, Lady Weiss." Alis said sleepily, her voice more a murmur. She slowly sat up, pulling the expensive silk bed sheets and blanket off of the two of them. Alis slid on her slippers, and made her way to the door.
"This better be important." Weiss said softly, her eyes drifting to the nightstand beside her bed, a small candle providing just the barest hint of light. A letter opener was sitting beside the candle, the metal gleaming in the light. She grabbed it without another word, hiding it in the sleeve of her night gown, and followed the slightly taller girl.
Alis undid the block of wood that held the door shut from the inside, allowing it to creak open just a sliver. It was Ser Tylan, with a grim expression on his face. He was wearing light chains over boiled leather instead of his usual plate armor. A frightened Alysanne stood behind him, still in her nightgown, flanked by two armored men-at-arms in red cloaks. Weiss could see that the men-at-arms had their backs to the door, keeping a firm eye on the corridor in either direction, their short swords out of their sheaths.
"What is the meaning of this, Ser Tylan?" Weiss demanded. What had happened while she was asleep? Alis was shaking, opening the door even wider to let Ser Tylan see inside the room.
"Come with me, my Ladies." Ser Tylan's normal warm voice was gone, and was now gruff and dark. "I must take all three of you to safety, and secure your Lady Mother."
What?
"W-What's happening?" Alis stuttered, leaning against the doorframe for support, all the sleep in her voice disappearing in an instant.
"The Greyjoys." Ser Tylan narrowed his eyes, his hand resting on the pommel of his longsword. "The Ironborn are attacking as we speak." He met Weiss' shocked eyes. "Your Lord Father is gathering men to lead a counter attack. Word has already been sent to Casterly Rock."
Weiss felt her breathing quicken, even as she tried her best to calm herself. She should've prepared herself better, she was the one who implied that something was afoot to Ser Tylan just hours before. Time seemed to have slowed for just a few seconds before Weiss started to move. She ran in the direction of the balcony that was attached to her room, which would offer her a clear view of the rest of Lannisport, and the docks.
"My Lady!"
"Lady Weiss!"
Weiss heard Ser Tylan and Alysanne yell, but she paid them no mind. Using her aura to enhance the meager strength of a girl who had only seen seven namedays, Weiss pushed the doors to the balcony with ease. A chill instantly went down her spine, and it wasn't from the cold night breeze. In the pure darkness of Lannisport, wisp of flames reached into the air, smoke doing little to hide the vibrant orange. She didn't need to use her aura to enhance her eyes to see what was happening.
The Lannister fleet was engulfed in flames, along with a majority of the docks. From her vantage point, Weiss would see countless smaller flames, no doubt torches, running into the streets of Lannisport. Weiss swore she could hear screaming in the distance, men shouting, swords clashing, all of it. Suddenly she was reminded of the Fall of Beacon, her home again burning to the ground in front of her eyes.
"My Lady." Weiss felt Ser Tylan gently grab her shoulder. "We must meet up with the guards escorting Lady Ceria, it'd be easier to defend all of you if we choose a more defensive position."
It was natural for him to be worried, even in a castle as fortified as the Gold Keep, they didn't want to risk any daring Ironborn raiders attempting to assault them. Weiss felt thankful for the sharp letter opener that she had hidden in her sleeves, and gave the old knight a single nod, still staring at the burning fleet. "Very well."
Weiss could already smell the blood in the air.
A/N
The Greyjoy Rebellion has arrived! Been waiting to write certain scenes since the first chapter, certain twists and turns. It's been fun so far, these chapters have been coming out longer than I had expected.
Night_Stalker and I hope the story has been enjoyable so far.
That had rarely happened, Lannisport itself was protected by a ring of mighty walls, each high and strong. With the well trained guardsmen of the City Watch, and the presence of Father's household knights and personal men-at-arms, only a fool would dare attack the largest city in the Westerlands. That wasn't even considering the nearby presence of Casterly Rock, and all of the knights that Tywin Lannister could raise with the simple ring of a bell, or a letter by raven. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry, so Weiss manipulated Ser Tylan into informing Father about the rare Ironborn sightings.
"Did you enjoy your outing with your Father?" Mother was in the middle of combing Weiss' long, white hair. It was comforting, having the same features she had in her last life, same eyes, hair and facial features. Though, Weiss did have to admit that she missed the scar that the Arma Gigas gave her over her left eye. It made her look tough, intimidating, and was the only imperfection that she allowed on her face. Seeing Jacque's reaction to the scar made the pain worth it.
"It was lovely." Weiss chirped. Having a Mother that was actually present and not spending her time in the bottom of a bottle was nice and comforting, even if she did look exactly like Willow. "Though, I do wish the docks smelled like the apple cakes Father bought me, and not rotting fish."
Mother hummed as she continued running the expensive Myrish comb through Weiss' silky hair. They were in the young heiress' room, the only light coming from the fireplace and the various candles that were specifically placed around the room to get the most out of them. "The docks are the lifeblood of Lannisport, Sweetling, but I am also tired of that rotting stench. Still, you should be thankful Lannisport doesn't smell like Kings Landing, or Hull."
As a Velayron, Mother grew up in Castle Driftmark near the Narrow Sea on the other side of Westeros. Hull was the largest town that sat on the island of Driftmark, and had been her Mother's home until her marriage to Father. It was an arranged marriage, likely to gain House Velayeon's history into the Lannister line, even if they weren't as rich or powerful as they had been under the Sea Snake or the Oakenfist. Members of House Velayron had married into the royal family under Targaryen rule, and had been dragon riders before the fearsome beast became extinct. That was such a shame, Weiss would've liked to have been able to see a dragon that wasn't a creature of Grimm. Admittedly, almost anyone would, they were magnificent beasts, from all accounts.
"Do you miss Driftmark, Mother?" Weiss asked, changing the conversation. Lord Monford Velayron was Weiss' uncle, not that she had ever met the man. Everything that she knew about him came from the stories Mother would share, and that he had the same shade of hair as they did, albeit with the purple eyes of a Valyrian.
"I used to, back when I was first married to your Father." Mother admitted. She finished combing Weiss' hair, allowing the now younger girl to turn her head to look at her Mother. Ceria Lannister was still pretty, she had given birth to Weiss at a young age, far younger than a woman from Remnant would. "My home was in the Narrow Sea, it was all I had ever known."
"What changed?" Weiss continued as Mother cupped her cheek with a soft hand. Her skin was cool to the touch, yet it felt warm at the same time, and loving. She hoped Willow and Whitley managed to get to safety, before she fell in battle.
"I had you." Mother said softly. She pressed a kiss to Weiss' forehead. It made her feel warm inside. "You are my daughter, wherever you are is my home, and I learned to love your Father, as hard-headed as he is."
Sweet, but cliche. It was kinda cute if Weiss waa being honest. She pulled her Mother into a tight hug, one that the older woman easily returned. She missed hugs, actually positive body contact with anyone, really.
"I believe it is Lady Peckledon's turn to keep you company tonight." Mother murmured into the top of Weiss' head, speaking into her hair. Alysanne and Alis switched every other day, their rooms right beside Weiss'. It was just like having a sleepover, not that she'd ever had one before Beacon.
"It is." Weiss smiled. They would remain her companions until their families called them home, likely to marry them off to another lord or heir. As the daughter of a knightly house, Alis' pickings would be slim, likely married off to some landed knight, or if she was lucky, the third or fourth son of a lordly house. Alysanne on the other hand, as heiress to the Golden Tooth, must've had dozens if not hundreds of suitors lining up to win her favor. Still not as many as Weiss would have, but still impressive on her own. Maybe she could do Alis a favor, find her a more suitable candidate for marriage?
"I'll have one of the servants send her in." Mother pressed another kiss to Weiss' cheek. She smelled like honey and lavender, a refreshing breeze from the heat and humidity of the world. "Sleep well, my Sweetling."
Weiss wrapped her arms around her Mother once more, her sapphire eyes slightly glazing over with restrained tears. "I will, Mother."
She loved her new family.
Weiss awoke to the sound of someone loudly banging on the heavy wooden door to her room. The knocking was heavy, and rapid, so not a servant or her Mother, no, this was something urgent. Groaning softly and shooting the door a sharp glare, Weiss rubbed her eyes slowly and untangled herself from Peckledon.
"Mmm, I shall answer the door, Lady Weiss." Alis said sleepily, her voice more a murmur. She slowly sat up, pulling the expensive silk bed sheets and blanket off of the two of them. Alis slid on her slippers, and made her way to the door.
"This better be important." Weiss said softly, her eyes drifting to the nightstand beside her bed, a small candle providing just the barest hint of light. A letter opener was sitting beside the candle, the metal gleaming in the light. She grabbed it without another word, hiding it in the sleeve of her night gown, and followed the slightly taller girl.
Alis undid the block of wood that held the door shut from the inside, allowing it to creak open just a sliver. It was Ser Tylan, with a grim expression on his face. He was wearing light chains over boiled leather instead of his usual plate armor. A frightened Alysanne stood behind him, still in her nightgown, flanked by two armored men-at-arms in red cloaks. Weiss could see that the men-at-arms had their backs to the door, keeping a firm eye on the corridor in either direction, their short swords out of their sheaths.
"What is the meaning of this, Ser Tylan?" Weiss demanded. What had happened while she was asleep? Alis was shaking, opening the door even wider to let Ser Tylan see inside the room.
"Come with me, my Ladies." Ser Tylan's normal warm voice was gone, and was now gruff and dark. "I must take all three of you to safety, and secure your Lady Mother."
What?
"W-What's happening?" Alis stuttered, leaning against the doorframe for support, all the sleep in her voice disappearing in an instant.
"The Greyjoys." Ser Tylan narrowed his eyes, his hand resting on the pommel of his longsword. "The Ironborn are attacking as we speak." He met Weiss' shocked eyes. "Your Lord Father is gathering men to lead a counter attack. Word has already been sent to Casterly Rock."
Weiss felt her breathing quicken, even as she tried her best to calm herself. She should've prepared herself better, she was the one who implied that something was afoot to Ser Tylan just hours before. Time seemed to have slowed for just a few seconds before Weiss started to move. She ran in the direction of the balcony that was attached to her room, which would offer her a clear view of the rest of Lannisport, and the docks.
"My Lady!"
"Lady Weiss!"
Weiss heard Ser Tylan and Alysanne yell, but she paid them no mind. Using her aura to enhance the meager strength of a girl who had only seen seven namedays, Weiss pushed the doors to the balcony with ease. A chill instantly went down her spine, and it wasn't from the cold night breeze. In the pure darkness of Lannisport, wisp of flames reached into the air, smoke doing little to hide the vibrant orange. She didn't need to use her aura to enhance her eyes to see what was happening.
The Lannister fleet was engulfed in flames, along with a majority of the docks. From her vantage point, Weiss would see countless smaller flames, no doubt torches, running into the streets of Lannisport. Weiss swore she could hear screaming in the distance, men shouting, swords clashing, all of it. Suddenly she was reminded of the Fall of Beacon, her home again burning to the ground in front of her eyes.
"My Lady." Weiss felt Ser Tylan gently grab her shoulder. "We must meet up with the guards escorting Lady Ceria, it'd be easier to defend all of you if we choose a more defensive position."
It was natural for him to be worried, even in a castle as fortified as the Gold Keep, they didn't want to risk any daring Ironborn raiders attempting to assault them. Weiss felt thankful for the sharp letter opener that she had hidden in her sleeves, and gave the old knight a single nod, still staring at the burning fleet. "Very well."
Weiss could already smell the blood in the air.
A/N
The Greyjoy Rebellion has arrived! Been waiting to write certain scenes since the first chapter, certain twists and turns. It's been fun so far, these chapters have been coming out longer than I had expected.
Night_Stalker and I hope the story has been enjoyable so far.
Awesome story, love what you're doing with this. I'm thinking it might be difficult for Weiss to assume control of Lannisport if her father gets killed. Mostly because she's only a little girl in a very sexist world but also due to the fact that she has neither the hair and eyes of a Lannister.
House Sigil for Weiss Lannister
Edited and done by Zerefleuer
1-6
Dramen
In all of the years Dramen had been alive, he never thought that he would see Lannisport sacked before his very eyes. Lannisport had been burned and sacked a few times in its history, any city in Westeros could hold claim to that. It had been decades, if not over a hundred years, since Lannisport had last attacked, once again by the Ironborn, not since the Dance of Dragons when Dalton Grejoy sacked the city if Dramen remembered his books. Those books would soon have his name as the Lord of Lannisport as the Lannister fleet burned in the docks without a fight, every war galley and cog still anchored. Even from the Gold Keep, Dramen would see the flames of the expensive ships soar into the night sky. He swore he could literally see golden flames leaping from the burning hulks, which did not help his mood any.
With bloodshot eyes, the Lord of Lannisport marched out into the courtyard of the Gold Keep, armored in black and red plate with a Lannister half-helm in his hands. His squire, Robert Brax, carried Dramen's lance, and was dressed in boiled leather with a light chain shirt fitted to suit his smaller body. Rows of armored men on horses had already gathered in the courtyard, their spears and lances glimmering from the moonlight and torches.
"My Lord." Ser Larys approached him, wearing his full set of armor, heavy and expensive plate. He held the reins of a chestnut horse, one of Dramen's finest, a warhorse named Steelhoof, who pawed the ground, anxious as they were to shed blood. Ser Tylan stood beside him, dressed in boiled leather and a mail shirt. The old knight looked tired and wary, yet almost eager to fight once more, holding the reins to another horse.
"Ser Larys, Ser Tylan." Dramen grabbed hold of the reins, preparing to mount the horse Ser Larys had brought, Oakfeather. While not as bloodthirsty as Steelhoof, Oakfeather was still eager to ride once more into battle.
"I have managed to rally forty lancers from the City Watch, my Lord." Ser Larys continued speaking. "And twenty riders from the household guards." That no doubt was a mix of knights and men-at-arms that guarded the Gold Keep, Dramen had already ordered dozens more to rally the City Watch stationed around Lannisport. If all went well, they should be able to meet up with them and push the invaders back to the docks. And ideally they would trounce this raid before Lord Tywin showed up. It might be the best way to keep his head attached to his body, after all.
"Ser Larys, Brax, you two shall ride with me." Dramen said loudly, waving off Robert to gather two more horses. "I leave command of the Gold Keep to Ser Tylan." It was a risk he was taking, leaving the Gold Keep so undefended, yet even with a small garrison they should be able to withstand a siege should the Ironborn somehow be able to push the City Watch and Lannister footmen back. Also if they did fall, well, Lord Tywin would be coming with reinforcements, so they would have a very short period to lay siege before they were crushed.
"You honor me, my Lord." Ser Tylan bowed his head, his eyes hard like iron. Robert Brax returned with a horse, one smaller than the Dramen's and Sery Lary's.
"It is not an honor, Ser Tylan." Dramen narrowed his eyes, turning his attention to the lowering drawbridge. Ser Larys easily mounted his steed, and took his position to Dramen's right. Robert struggled a little more, but managed to do the same, still holding onto Dramen's lance. "I leave the safety of my family in your hands."
There was an unspoken threat, one that Ser Tylan likely understood. Should something happen to Ceria or Weiss under Tylan's watch, not even being a Lannett would protect the old knight from punishment. Admittedly, it was also a sign of trust in the man, he was letting him protect his treasures, and given he had picked up on the raid, was a sign of his confidence in the man.
"I shall protect Lady Lannister and Lady Weiss with my life, this I swear by the Seven, my Lord Lannister." Ser Tylan said. He pressed his right arm over his chest. The old man was reliable in a fight, even if his age was starting to catch up to him. It would be worth considering, in the aftermath, to ask him to take on a successor, or at least help train up one, and enjoy an honorable retirement from his position as Weiss' sworn sword. There were plenty of Lannetts, Lantells and Lanny's in Lannisport that could fulfill those duties.
"Good." Dramen slid his half-helm on and extended his hand, grabbing the lance Robert held out for him with ease. Ser Larys grabbed the Lannister banner from his own squire, a Westerling, holding the roaring golden lion on red high in the air. "Men of Lannisport! On me!" He bellowed.
Dramen urged Oakfeather onward, speeding up to a gallop. Robert and Sery Larys followed closely behind, with his knights, mounted men-at-arms and lancers from the City Watch following closely. It was an impressive sight straight out of a story, a column of armored knights riding off to save their burning city. The stomps and hooves of the horses striking the ground caused the drawbridge to tremble, yet Dramen did not falter nor turn back.
The Lord of Lannisport kept his gaze forward, his lance and sword ready to strike down those who dared to invade his home. The smallfolk cowering in the streets immediately moved out of the way, Dramen and his men would not stop until every last squid was dead.
"Hear me roar!" Dramen shouted, his soldiers yelled the words of House Lannister back. A Lannister always paid their debts, something the Greyjoys were going to have to learn the hard way.
"To the docks!"
Weiss
Even if she had her suspicions earlier regarding the Ironborn, seeing an actual attack on Lannisport left Weiss shocked and confused. She expected an attack to target literally anywhere else in the Westerlands, not an attack on the largest city, especially with the shadow of Casterly Rock hanging over Lannisport. Though it made a twisted sense, burn down the nearest fleet, and you can run around until reinforcements are mustered. But that was only short-term thinking, the Lannisters were related to King Robert by marriage, and Lord Tywin was infamous for being vindictive as catchall. Balon Greyjoy was basically declaring war on all Seven Kingdoms, and had to be able to realize this would not end well for him.
"Hurry my Ladies." Ser Tylan rushed a few paces ahead of Weiss and her friends, with the two red cloaks covering their rear. Alysanne and Alis struggled to keep up, their hands busy holding up the hems of their nightgowns.
"Has the Gold Keep been infiltrated?" Weiss asked in between a few mock breaths, she had an image of a seven year old girl to keep up. Plus to be fair, she was still somewhat asleep when this happened.
"Lord Dramen has the City Watch holding the Ironborn back." Ser Tylan slowed down. "Since he left to reinforce the city there haven't been any messengers, but there is no need to worry. This is just a precaution."
Understandable, with the entire Ironborn fleet assaulting the city. If they were brave enough to attack Lannisport, then they were insane enough to dare and try attacking the Gold Keep. They turned a corner, heading in the direction of Mother's chambers, which were not too far from Weiss' own. Weiss' group paused when they nearly slammed into another group. Two more red cloaks armed with short spears, with Weiss' Mother standing in between them.
"Weiss! Thank the Seven you're okay." Mother immediately pulled Weiss into a tight hug before checking on Alysanne and Alis, they were both her responsibility as the Lady of the Gold Keep, and as her daughter's friends.
Ser Tylan pulled one of Mother's guards to the side, a man named Joston if Weiss remembered correctly. "Have you received any word from Lord Dramen or Ser Larys." He whispered low enough for the Ladies not to catch, Weiss' aura enhanced ears allowed her to hear everything.
"None. Ser Janas has a watchman keeping watch over the bridge for riders." Joston answered, keeping his gaze low. Ser Janas Ruthermont was the Master-at-Arms of the Gold Keep, and was even older than Ser Tylan, and grouchier to go along with it.
"Good." Ser Tylan's green eyes turned to Weiss and her guards. "We shall head to Lord Dramen's solar and stay there until the Squids have been driven off."
Father's solar was at the far end of the Gold Keep, facing Casterly Rock rather than the docks like Weiss' room. There was a symbolism there that Weiss was less concerned about at the moment versus the fact it had a solid door and was one of the most secure rooms in the Keep. And unlike the vaults, it was a lot easier to access from their current location.
"Joston, you take the lead, Robart and Tarik cover the rear." Ser Tylan ordered, his hand never leaving the pommel of his sword. "Bryen with me."
The armored men took up their positions, with not a single servant in sight. Had they been sent to their homes, or were they also taking shelter elsewhere? Weiss would have to find out later. Mother took one of her small hands, holding it tightly, but gently. Alysanne and Alis remained silent, sticking to each other closely as they followed her Father's men, each with long years of service to House Lannister. Weiss remembered each of their faces, Robart always kept an eye on her whenever she was playing in the gardens with Alis, and Tarik joined them on their trip to the docks just the day before. They would keep Weisa, her Mother, and her friends safe, she was sure of it.
The hallways of the Gold Keep were silent and dark, their only light coming from the torches that lined the carved walls. Only the sounds of their light footsteps and the clanking armor of her guards echoed through the castle. She couldn't even hear the servants or other guards asif the castle was empty. If Weiss paid attention, she could hear the faint ringing of bells from all over Lannisport, warning of the attack. They were too late, the city and docks were already in flames. Also if you hadn't realized by now the city was under attack, you were either dead or such a deep sleeper you may as well be dead.
"Everything will be fine, children." Weiss heard her Mother whisper, doing her best to comfort Alis and Alysanne. They nodded with shaky smiles, whispering prayers to the Seven under their breath. Weiss wasn't going to put her faith in gods, the Brothers certainly hadn't done anything to earn it, let alone the Seven, but in the men willing to protect them with their lives. She lost her faith the moment Atlas fell, and when she'd learned how they utterly messed up Remnant.
Weiss lost track of how long they had been walking, when a loud sound tore through the empty silence. The sound of a horn bellowed through the hallway, causing Ser Tylan to pull his longsword out of his sheath, and holding it defensibly with two hands. The other men snapped to attention, evidently a bit spooked at how close it sounded.
"Intruders! Keep an eye out men, defend the Ladies with your lives if need be, and pray to the Warrior for strength." Ser Tylan's voice sounded like a growling lion. They advanced a few more hallways when they heard more footsteps, ones that weren't their own.
"Steady men." Ser Tylan said softly as they approached an intersecting pathway. With their flanks secured, he motioned Bryen to join Joston at the front of the group with the wave of a hand.
Joston held his short spear in a defensive position, one that must've been drilled into him for years, while Bryen's stance with his short sword looked more uncertain, nervous. Weiss' eyes found themselves stuck to the ground ahead of her, in the middle of the intersection. There was a shadow, she was barely able to make it out thanks to the flickering torches. Another shadow joined it, then another, and another, until they all merged into one big blob.
A man emerged from the corner, with freshly drawn blood decorating his old and rusty armor, his unkept beard long and black as the night. He held a short axe in his calloused hands, his crazed eyes staring straight at them.
"Defend the Ladies!" Ser Tylan bellowed as the Ironborn released a savage yell. More raiders rounded the corner as Tarik joined Bryen and Joston. The three charged the intruders as Ser Tylan placed himself between Weiss and the raiders. "Hear me roar!"
"Casterly Ro-" Tarik's yell died in his throat as the lead Ironborn threw his axe, burying itself in his throat. He gargled on his lifeblood as he fell back, struggling to breathe, blood foaming at his mouth, and turning his gray beard a dark red.One of the ladies, she wasn't sure which, or all of them, screamed behind her. Joston shoved his spear in the opening of another raider's armor, showering the air with red liquid. The raider screamed and pulled away, causing blood to fountain out of the wound.
"We'll take another way, hurry!" Robart shouted loudly, he grabbed hold of Mother's wrist, pulling her into a run. She ran after him, not even bothering to lift up her skirt as she did so.
"Run my Ladies! I will be right behind you." Ser Tylan held his sword defensively, his back towards them as Joston and Bryen did their best to hold the line.
"Run!" Weiss grabbed Alysanne and Alis' hands, following Robart and her Mother. She didn't look back, reassured by Ser Tylan's footsteps which were soon overshadowed by the sound of men yelling, screaming, and dying. Weiss was less reassured at the sounds of battle behind him that didn't last as long as she'd hoped for. It took all of her self control to not scream in frustration and charge the invaders herself.
They should feel lucky, after all, a Lannister always paid her debts.
A/N
This was supposed to be a large single chapter, but we decided to split it in half to make everyone suffer with a cliffhanger.
Night_Stalker and I have been enjoying the theories, and the omake. Those are always fun to read, even if they're not exactly what we have planned. Let us know if you're enjoying the story so far! That always helps with us write quick updates.
And here's an edit of Weiss' future banner! (FFN readers will need to use another site to see)
Nope. Just has the letter opener from last chapter
Fuck, well… Weiss is used to using a stabbing implement. A letter opener is smaller than a rapier, but she can definitely manage to kill some unwashed squid pirate with it. Probably.