Chapter 11

"Lyanna!"

Robert roared as he stormed into her tent, his hammer in his hand and his body still drenched in the blood of his victims.

The girl was caught like a deer being exposed to lights.

Robert marched towards her, his mind clouded by hate and rage. He was about to grab Lyanna when Ned and Brandon rushed into the tent and grabbed him.

"Robert! What has gotten into you?!"

Robert struggled against their hold and roared, "You truely like that savage shit, huh?! I knew it! That fucking rat! You were with him while I was fighting!! I know what a girl smitten looks like!! That savage nobody! Stealing 'my' betrothed from me!! Did you let him touch you?! Huh?! Tell me! Did he de-flow-"

He couldn't finish what he was about to say as Brandon's fist smashed against his jaw like a rock. He was angry that Robert would even think of his sister to be like that.

"Get out! She's my sister! She's a Stark! Don't you fucking dare say another word!!"

"Bran.." Ned whispered.

"Take him away, Ned! He needs to cool his blood down."

Lyanna was scared for her life when a bloodied Robert stormed into her tent and raged at her. Anger, disgust and hatred for the man bubbled inside her, but, she kept it down, putting a lid over it.

As Ned took the enraged Robert away, tears of fear and anger rolled down her eyes.

"I do not want to be his lady-wife! I hate him!"

"Lya?" Brandon asked.

"That- That proprietorial man! He whores all day and drinks when he is not hunting or killing! That is all he is good for! I know he will be unfaithful! I-I don't want.. I.."

She could talk no more as her emotions got the better of her. Brandon hugged her as she wailed and screamed into his shoulder. He wanted to give to world to his sister. He wanted her to be able to fly free like a bird and do whatever she wanted.

But, they were bound by duty. Brandon knew that his father, Rickard would not break the betrothal. The man had ambitions and Lyanna being wed to Robert, the Lord of Storms End, was part of his plans.

Rickard saw the bleak lives his people led. He wanted progress and wealth so that the North could prosper and the common folk had better lives. Having alliances with other kingdoms was his way of gaining trust and eventually, help during hard times. Perhaps a share in trade, cheaper grain and fruit.

Because 'Winter is coming'.

For his people, he was ready to go against the happiness of his children. Rickard simply didn't have the luxury to provide his children their happiness as him and his family were bound by duty.

Brandon helplessly tried to console Lyanna as he wiped her tears away.

It took her a while to calm down and they sat in silence while she held Brandon's hand for comfort. Then Brandon suddenly asked, "Lya? What do you think of Allan?"

A sad smile appeared on her face as she replied, "It does not matter, does it? What I want doesn't matter."

"What, do you want, Lya?"

She looked into his eyes and said, "I want to ride my horse in the fields, fight with a sword in my hand, venture out into the vast world and be completely untethered."

"... And, Allan?"

"What about him?"

"Do you like him?"

Lyanna blinked and looked at her brother like he was asking a very dumb question. Then she said, "I barely know him! He saved my life out of duty and knows how to fight, that is it! I admire his skill and his strength. That does not mean that I'm in love with him! I do not believe in all the nonsense of a knight in the shining armor coming to save me, a damsel! I am not a damsel! I want to be a warrior! I'm not a flowery, southern 'lady'. Eugh! The thought of it make the hair on my skin rise!"

Brandon sighed, both in relief and in exasperation. At least his sister would not suffer from a broken heart.

(ACJTF)

I was enjoying a hearty meal in the tavern as the people around me drank and sang in merriment. The people who knew me had won a lot in betting. It was just another reason for the men to laugh and drink and forget the worries of their daily lives.

'Man, the berries are so juicy!! I'm in love... The sweetness, slightly sour and tangy, soft and pulpy... The flavour just explodes in my mouth.. I can just eat and eat and eat... With I had a perk that allowed me to eat as much as possible while I didn't get fat from all the food... That would be true heaven... Fuck eating healthy.. I'd rather die full.'

I was lost in the world of flavors.

"Allan!" Donald said in his half drunk state.

"Hm?"

"Why'd ya use tourney sword? Ya could ha' used yer own fuckin' sword!"

I blinked a few times as my brain processed his words and asked, "... I can use my own weapons?!"

"Fuckin' hell, mate! 'Course ya can!"

"Why didn't you tell me that yesterday night! You blabbed on about you fucking ways to butcher a pig, but, you didn't think of telling me that?! Tourney swords are shit in front of castle forged steel!! I'd have been fighting bare fucking handed in there!!"

"I thou' ya knew! Don't blame me fo' it!"

"Tch, I thought you were my friend, Donald."

"Heeey, don' be like tha'. How 'bout this, eh? I let ya fuck Mel for one night and yer then goin' ta' fo'give me, deal?"

I looked at his drunk mug in disbelief and said, "No! Fuckin' hell! I'm not fucking your wife!"

"Come on! Don't she have a hot fuckin' arse?"

"She's your lady-wife!"

"Oh just fo' one night!"

"Fuck no!"

We bickered for a while as the drunk fuck tried to pimp out his own wife in his drunken stupor. I had to k ock him out to stop him from offering Eric in the deal as well.

I picked him up and dropped him to his house while ratting him out to Mel. I couldn't wait for her to chew him out for trying to pimp her to a boy more than half her age.

'Twas a good day.

(ACJTF)

A/N: Happy sunday, peeps. Don't drink alcohol. It's bad. Or else you'll find yourself trying to pimp out your girlfriend or wife while you try to apologize to a buddy. You never know, they may take you up on that offer.

... Never happened with me. I've never had alcohol in my entire life.

Peace out.