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The next day was the seventh since the attack, and according to most believers of the Seven, was the correct day to hold a funeral for the dead. The bodies had been taken by the Silent Sisters to be prepared for burial, Maester Harmune hadn't gone into much detail about how that went due to her age, but Weiss had taken a book when he wasn't looking. The Silent Sisters would remove any organs, drain the bodies of blood, and then stuff them with fragrant herbs and salts to prevent decomposition for as long as possible. It was quite fascinating really, reading about such differences between Westeros and Remnant.
What Weiss did not find fascinating however, was the Septon that was preaching and praying loudly before all of the fallen bodies. There were too many for Weiss to count from her seat, and she really doubted that she would be allowed to leave anytime soon. She was personally only here for Ser Tylan, Joston, Tarik and Byren who had given their lives to save hers, but Mother had helped organize everything, paying the costs out of their House's pockets as a way of giving thanks to the families of the deceased.
"Father above, judge Tylan of House Lannett justly." The Septon prayed as he stood before the bier that held the old knight's body. Weiss had already cried enough the days following his death, and she was sure to mourn him in the months and years to come. He had been a dear friend, family even, always keeping watch over her. He was her Klein, and she was going to miss him dearly over the coming years.
The morning prayers, which were exclusive for the nobility, would be the only one Weiss would attend. The afternoon and evening prayers would be full of smallfolk, families that would take their own time to mourn the dead in the Great Sept of Lannisport. The faith held strong influence in the Westerlands, not as strong as in the Reach or the Vale of Aryn, but the smallfolk still remained devout. Weiss on the other hand, had no care for the 'gods', new or old, Westeros, Essoi or from Remnant. They were fickle beings that cared about no one but themselves, especially the Two Brothers Grimm. And the less one said about their servants, the better. Just thinking about them made Weiss angry.
"You must remain strong." Mother whispered as she took Weiss' hand into her own. She sat to Weiss' left, wearing a yellow dress with elaborate stitching and Myrish lace with her hair done up. Did she think Weiss was crying? Weiss bit the inside of her cheek. Oh, she must've been shaking from rage and Mother misunderstood her.
"Yes Mother." Weiss whispered back, bowing her head slightly. As the Lannisters of Lannisport, they held the seat of honor ahead of the other minor houses that were present, Lannetts, Lantells, Lannys and visiting Houses. The only ones who could move them to another seat would be those of Casterly Rock, the King, or from one of the Great Ruling Houses. Father sat to Weiss' left, his gaze aimed straight forward, though it seemed he also wasn't paying much attention.
She turned her attention back to the body of the fallen knight, two coins with eyes had been placed over his eyelids. The Septon had moved on by now onto the other guards, having been ordered by Father to give them a proper funeral prayer.
"Father above, grant these men mercy, for they have done the duty of the Warrior, giving their lives to defeat the heresy of the Drowned god." The Septon raised his hands in the air. "Guide them to the Seven Heavens, and forgive them of their sins so that they may not pass through the Seven Hells." Weiss pressed her lips together as the old, bald man continued to speak.
The gods were nothing but cruel.
Despite the sanctity of the Great Sept and the presence of the nearby Motherhouse, Father ensured that at least a hundred members of the City Watch were present to keep the peace, as well as reinforcements from their household guards and knights. The Great Sept of Lannisport, despite their wealth, was far from the greatest in the Seven Kingdoms. The Starry Sept of Oldtown was far older and majestic, or at least Weiss had heard, and the Great Sept of Baelor in King's Landing was the seat of the Faith, where the High Septon resided. Even if Weiss wasn't a fan of the Seven, she did have to admire their taste in architecture.
"You like you have much on your mind." Father said, his voice soft as they walked side by side, their arms interlocked by the elbows. She was taking in the sights of the Great Sept, awaying from roaming eyes in areas where the public, save for the few septons, septas and silent sisters were allowed.
"It is not everyday I get betrothed, Father, and receive an invitation from Lord Tywin to visit Casterly Rock." Weiss said cheekily while still remaining respectful. She was still physically young, which should allow her some leeway. "I was wondering about my soon to be husband, his eyes, the color of his hair, his age, what is his personality like?"
And how she could murder him in his sleep went unsaid. Weiss already had to deal with arranged marriages back on Remnant, but none of them ever came to fruition after she decided to become a huntress. At least they were roughly her age, and she'd at least met them once or twice.
Father nodded slowly at her words, no doubt having expected them. "I have never met the boy, but Lord Tywin's letter does mention that he is a few namedays older than you, and is currently serving as a squire for Ser Edmund Ambrose."
Weiss had never heard of House Ambrose, which meant they were unimportant and a minor family. For her betrothed to squire for such a minor knight, he must've been low in the line to inherit the Arbor. The Redwynes would be gaining more in this deal Lord Tywin had made. And yet, what was her father getting out of this? Her value as a bride would be immense, there is no way he'd accept her being married off to some squire for a minor knight unless there was more involved. What was he scheming?
"He shall be arriving with the Redwyne Fleet, Ser Edmund has been given command of a galley and Stuar Redwyne shall join him." Father continued speaking. Hm, that was fast. The wedding likely wouldn't happen for a few more years until she flowered whenever puberty decided to hit her this time around. She'd probably be fourteen or older by then. "They'll sail for Lannisport once they meet up with Stannis Baratheon I believe."
How did Father know all of this? Did he know a lot more than he was letting on?
"They mean to have him knighted before our wedding then?" Weiss asked. That made sense, depending how old he was, the title of 'Ser' would likely be the only one he could earn, until Weiss became the Lady of Lannisport and he became her consort, should her Father never have a son at least.
"It is easier to earn knighthood during times of war than during times of peace." Father admitted. "Having the boy see fighting and earn a title would prove to our bannermen that he would be a worthy husband for my dear daughter."
That must've been Father's idea. Weiss held his arm tighter. She just gained this new family, she didn't want to lose them too. If nothing else, he would prove to have some skill with fighting, a step above Jacques.
"I have no plans on sending you away, my dear Weiss." Father reassured her, a small, but sad smile on his lips. "You may be marrying a Redwyne, but you will always be a Lannister. The blood of the lion runs through your veins." And that of the Seahorse went unsaid.
"Thank you Father." Weiss returned his smile with a ladylike one. She was thankful for her new family, for her new, normal, loving, family.
"Come, we will have a long day tomorrow." Father nodded, leading Weiss back to the public areas where Mother was no doubt waiting. She had been meeting the ladies of the minor houses of Lannisport, unlanded and powerless, but still capable of causing issues should they be offended. "Tomorrow we shall be paying Lord Tywin a visit."
Ah yes, the visit that their liege lord practically demanded to happen as soon as possible, likely due to the vast amount of visitors the Westerlands would soon have. Weiss still had no idea what he wanted, considering Lord Tywin decided to marry her off to some Reachman, but at least she had until the morrow to prepare both mentally and physically. Eating plenty of snacks had enabled her aura to return quickly, so if he should try something, Weiss should be able to take him down with her. Weiss' grip on her Father's arm never lessened.
She wasn't going to let some old lion bully her into submission, she may be a Lannister now, but she was still Weiss Schnee.
A/N
A lot shorter than my previous chapters, but this is more of a relaxing/filler update. Not a lot will be revealed at first, bit by bit as the story unfolds.
The next chapter is a quarter finished and should hopefully be out by tomorrow, or within the next few days. It feels like a longer chapter to make up for this one.
What Weiss did not find fascinating however, was the Septon that was preaching and praying loudly before all of the fallen bodies. There were too many for Weiss to count from her seat, and she really doubted that she would be allowed to leave anytime soon. She was personally only here for Ser Tylan, Joston, Tarik and Byren who had given their lives to save hers, but Mother had helped organize everything, paying the costs out of their House's pockets as a way of giving thanks to the families of the deceased.
"Father above, judge Tylan of House Lannett justly." The Septon prayed as he stood before the bier that held the old knight's body. Weiss had already cried enough the days following his death, and she was sure to mourn him in the months and years to come. He had been a dear friend, family even, always keeping watch over her. He was her Klein, and she was going to miss him dearly over the coming years.
The morning prayers, which were exclusive for the nobility, would be the only one Weiss would attend. The afternoon and evening prayers would be full of smallfolk, families that would take their own time to mourn the dead in the Great Sept of Lannisport. The faith held strong influence in the Westerlands, not as strong as in the Reach or the Vale of Aryn, but the smallfolk still remained devout. Weiss on the other hand, had no care for the 'gods', new or old, Westeros, Essoi or from Remnant. They were fickle beings that cared about no one but themselves, especially the Two Brothers Grimm. And the less one said about their servants, the better. Just thinking about them made Weiss angry.
"You must remain strong." Mother whispered as she took Weiss' hand into her own. She sat to Weiss' left, wearing a yellow dress with elaborate stitching and Myrish lace with her hair done up. Did she think Weiss was crying? Weiss bit the inside of her cheek. Oh, she must've been shaking from rage and Mother misunderstood her.
"Yes Mother." Weiss whispered back, bowing her head slightly. As the Lannisters of Lannisport, they held the seat of honor ahead of the other minor houses that were present, Lannetts, Lantells, Lannys and visiting Houses. The only ones who could move them to another seat would be those of Casterly Rock, the King, or from one of the Great Ruling Houses. Father sat to Weiss' left, his gaze aimed straight forward, though it seemed he also wasn't paying much attention.
She turned her attention back to the body of the fallen knight, two coins with eyes had been placed over his eyelids. The Septon had moved on by now onto the other guards, having been ordered by Father to give them a proper funeral prayer.
"Father above, grant these men mercy, for they have done the duty of the Warrior, giving their lives to defeat the heresy of the Drowned god." The Septon raised his hands in the air. "Guide them to the Seven Heavens, and forgive them of their sins so that they may not pass through the Seven Hells." Weiss pressed her lips together as the old, bald man continued to speak.
The gods were nothing but cruel.
Despite the sanctity of the Great Sept and the presence of the nearby Motherhouse, Father ensured that at least a hundred members of the City Watch were present to keep the peace, as well as reinforcements from their household guards and knights. The Great Sept of Lannisport, despite their wealth, was far from the greatest in the Seven Kingdoms. The Starry Sept of Oldtown was far older and majestic, or at least Weiss had heard, and the Great Sept of Baelor in King's Landing was the seat of the Faith, where the High Septon resided. Even if Weiss wasn't a fan of the Seven, she did have to admire their taste in architecture.
"You like you have much on your mind." Father said, his voice soft as they walked side by side, their arms interlocked by the elbows. She was taking in the sights of the Great Sept, awaying from roaming eyes in areas where the public, save for the few septons, septas and silent sisters were allowed.
"It is not everyday I get betrothed, Father, and receive an invitation from Lord Tywin to visit Casterly Rock." Weiss said cheekily while still remaining respectful. She was still physically young, which should allow her some leeway. "I was wondering about my soon to be husband, his eyes, the color of his hair, his age, what is his personality like?"
And how she could murder him in his sleep went unsaid. Weiss already had to deal with arranged marriages back on Remnant, but none of them ever came to fruition after she decided to become a huntress. At least they were roughly her age, and she'd at least met them once or twice.
Father nodded slowly at her words, no doubt having expected them. "I have never met the boy, but Lord Tywin's letter does mention that he is a few namedays older than you, and is currently serving as a squire for Ser Edmund Ambrose."
Weiss had never heard of House Ambrose, which meant they were unimportant and a minor family. For her betrothed to squire for such a minor knight, he must've been low in the line to inherit the Arbor. The Redwynes would be gaining more in this deal Lord Tywin had made. And yet, what was her father getting out of this? Her value as a bride would be immense, there is no way he'd accept her being married off to some squire for a minor knight unless there was more involved. What was he scheming?
"He shall be arriving with the Redwyne Fleet, Ser Edmund has been given command of a galley and Stuar Redwyne shall join him." Father continued speaking. Hm, that was fast. The wedding likely wouldn't happen for a few more years until she flowered whenever puberty decided to hit her this time around. She'd probably be fourteen or older by then. "They'll sail for Lannisport once they meet up with Stannis Baratheon I believe."
How did Father know all of this? Did he know a lot more than he was letting on?
"They mean to have him knighted before our wedding then?" Weiss asked. That made sense, depending how old he was, the title of 'Ser' would likely be the only one he could earn, until Weiss became the Lady of Lannisport and he became her consort, should her Father never have a son at least.
"It is easier to earn knighthood during times of war than during times of peace." Father admitted. "Having the boy see fighting and earn a title would prove to our bannermen that he would be a worthy husband for my dear daughter."
That must've been Father's idea. Weiss held his arm tighter. She just gained this new family, she didn't want to lose them too. If nothing else, he would prove to have some skill with fighting, a step above Jacques.
"I have no plans on sending you away, my dear Weiss." Father reassured her, a small, but sad smile on his lips. "You may be marrying a Redwyne, but you will always be a Lannister. The blood of the lion runs through your veins." And that of the Seahorse went unsaid.
"Thank you Father." Weiss returned his smile with a ladylike one. She was thankful for her new family, for her new, normal, loving, family.
"Come, we will have a long day tomorrow." Father nodded, leading Weiss back to the public areas where Mother was no doubt waiting. She had been meeting the ladies of the minor houses of Lannisport, unlanded and powerless, but still capable of causing issues should they be offended. "Tomorrow we shall be paying Lord Tywin a visit."
Ah yes, the visit that their liege lord practically demanded to happen as soon as possible, likely due to the vast amount of visitors the Westerlands would soon have. Weiss still had no idea what he wanted, considering Lord Tywin decided to marry her off to some Reachman, but at least she had until the morrow to prepare both mentally and physically. Eating plenty of snacks had enabled her aura to return quickly, so if he should try something, Weiss should be able to take him down with her. Weiss' grip on her Father's arm never lessened.
She wasn't going to let some old lion bully her into submission, she may be a Lannister now, but she was still Weiss Schnee.
A/N
A lot shorter than my previous chapters, but this is more of a relaxing/filler update. Not a lot will be revealed at first, bit by bit as the story unfolds.
The next chapter is a quarter finished and should hopefully be out by tomorrow, or within the next few days. It feels like a longer chapter to make up for this one.
