Chapter 4: A Snow Lion Part 1
(Winterfell, The North, Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Westeros, GoT Universe)
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(Lucion Lannister POV)
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Winterfell was beautiful but then so to was Lyanna, she reminded him of his first love. Growing up, he was one five different medications, diagnosed with ADHD, Asperges, and slight Autism. He had no biological father that he knew of in his memories until he reached Eleven.
So obviously he was prone to anger.
Coincidentally, the girl he loved more than anything...he hated her sister with just as much fervor. But as the years went on that hate grew to be his greatest regret, because he was too paranoid to take the sisters offered olive branch. It haunted him and while he may not have such a luxury here in Westeros to so easily forgive an enemy, the lesson in itself had value.
The value of knowing when enough was enough, the wounds would remain, but they need not be reopened.
This was part of the many reasons that he couldn't allow the Stag and Dragon to fight at the front of the Rebellion. Robert would never let his hatred go until his death. Not only was that unhealthy and detrimental to his plans, but honestly Robert Baratheon was the man he wanted leading the first wave against the Army of The Dead.
If you look at every house - well every Great House - and think carefully, you'll realize that you have the makings of what could be an optimal army to pit against the Dead. Well, you might need to cut some dead weight first. Robin Arryn, Lysa Tully, and Just about every Greyjoy alive except for Victarian, Asha, and Aeron. Once the Dead were dealt with, he could entrust his plans to his sons and daughters, on the stage that he had at that point hopefully already set...
Before 300 AC he would take the Stepstones and he would take Tyrosh. Put everyone who wasn't a slave or a child to the Sword. That may seem extreme, but honestly it was necessary. Both Books and Show they didn't push that line enough nor did they ensure that Slavery would stay Dead. If you seek to destroy Slavery killing every slaver above age of teenage adolescence will give time needed to...well reprogram children born of a noble caste in a culture hardwired to revere Slavery qs a sacred practice.
Truthfully, he would stop at Tyrosh, but if Myr and Lys chose to attack him, then same fate would befall them.
The Stepstones were a crucial trade route and sadly for Tyrosh they sat in the way.
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Lucion's days while he waited for his mother to come was as always, an internally anxious one.
Joanna Lannister won his father's love because as gentle as her love was, she was no less fierce than Tywin himself. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind and wasn't easily cowed.
Sadly she didn't shy away from being a harsh disciplinarian if needed, which was a large part of his anxiety. His sole hope was that Aunt Genna would take pity on him and speak in his defense.
Mmm, Aunt Genna.
He wanted a conversation with her without his mother.
When he took over at the Rock he would for the most part replace his father's Council for his own.
Addam Marbrand would be his right hand. Cousin Daven Lannister, son of his fop of an uncle, Stafford, would be what was essentially his Chancellor. His primary General would be Lyle ''Strongboar'' Crakehall, with Uncle Tygett being his Chief Commander under Strongboar. Aunt Genna would be his chief Steward, until Tyrion was old enough to take over.
He also hoped to be able to allow Uncle's Gerion, Tygett, and Kevan the opportunity to form their own Cadet Branches with Lands and incomes.
What Crusader King's coined High Lordships.
Technically they had it in effect already, but it was never really clearly defined as to who was within the borders of whom and thus a Vassal of.
This would go a long way to structuring and further organizing the Westerlands. For example Casterly Rock had what would become the High Lordship of Castamere and The High Lordship of Kayce to its North, with the Future High Lordship of Crakehall to its South.
When War Broke out he would take the Throne, and do what Aegon the Dragon should have done long ago; Secure his Kingdoms.
Granted Jaehaerys the First did a lot to rectify it, but after the Dance of Dragons any opportunities for change were squandered.
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(POV Shift: Lyanna Stark)
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Lucion Lannister was courteous, smart, and incredibly handsome. Pale blue eyes and golden curls of hair. Lyanna knew that if a fostering was accepted and it went well, she was expecting to face the possibility of one day Marrying the Lannister Heir.
With Brandon's pending Betrothal to Riverrun Lyanna knew that it wouldn't be long before she was expected to do the same. And a Marriage in Casterly Rock stood to gain a large amount of influence and power for House Stark and The North at large.
''Maester? When will Lady Lannister arrive?'' Asks Lyanna, wanting to know as it potentially concerned her future.
''The Lannister retinue passed Moat Cailin two days past, they've temporarily been granted guest right under House Dustin's roof before they continue on.'' Maester Breylin tells here.
''Good, maybe the Lannister boy will stop being so anxious.'' Says Lyanna.
''I have a name you know.'' Lyanna feels her face flush in embarrassment, she hadn't realized he was present. ''Not sure I should do you the courtesy of actually telling you it now though. Starks.'' The dismissive tone turns any embarrassment into anger.
She quickly whirls around intending to call him on his comment, only to see a smug and triumphant look on his face. ''You!'' Lyanna quickly realizes he'd tried and succeeded in getting a rise out of her.
''You have fire little wolf, but you need to tame that inferno and only let it out when there is no other option.'' Says the Lannister.
''What would you know of such things?'' Lyanna snipily replies.
The Lannister says nothing, but in an Instant his hand is on her head and her mind is assaulted with memories. She quickly recognizes the deaths of her father and brothers.
''No.'' Lyanna croaks out.
''All of it...can be avoided.'' Says The Lannister.
''How?'' Lyanna asks, still reeling from the shock.
''You and me.'' With that the Lannister leaves.
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(POV Shift: Lucion Lannister)
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Memory Transfer.
One of the more basic abilities of a Greenseer according to the chronicled knowledge in the deepest recesses of Winterfell's library.
It didn't really explain how to do it and frankly put Lucion didn't especially desire to interact with Winterfell's Weirwood. So really his only source of knowledge for his self-taught training was the books and Old Nan. Between the two and a couple sleepless nights he was able to make small gains. He could transfer small amounts of memories, but even then they were fragmented.
The Portion he gave Lyanna were glimpses of the deaths of Brandon, Ned, and Rickard, and the scene of the Night King and the Army of the penetrating the wall and attacking Winterfell. With the you and me being the answer to avoid it, he stood a great chance to mold Lyanna.
This wasn't even a spouse grooming thing, this was a goal of cultivating a relationship as well as certain talents in an end goal of having a succeeding generation of Kings and Queen's of superior traits and Bloodlines to the preceeding one. For instance his son and Heir? With any luck would marry Daenerys. That would do two things, merge three Powerful Bloodlines, unify the Targaryen Loyalists and his rebels, and because of that any uncooperative Targaryen Loyalists would be a minor thorn his ass at best.
''Regulus, Augusta, Glenda to me.'' At his call, his lions came to his side. As a Warg, he had a degree of respect from the Northmen. He'd named his Lions accordingly. ''Augusta, Protect Lyanna. Glenda, protect mother when she arrives, Regulus with me at all times.'' He instructs as he provides each a soothing scratch behind the ears.
Augusta quickly goes to leave and fulfill her role.
''Augusta, do not be seen, let your presence be known, but do not be seen unless Lyanna is afraid.'' He adds, getting a soft growl as a reply.
''When mother comes, do not pounce her. Any fear from me is no cause to attack.'' Lucion whispers to Regulus.
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(POV Shift: Joanna Lannister)
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Finally, Winterfell was within sight, and Lucion was going to tell her exactly what had gotten into his head, following which they'd have a discussion about the dangers of irresponsibility and his punishment.
After that was dependent on what was said and how truthful Lucion was to her. Ultimately the depth of his punishment was in Tywin's hands, but Tywin never made a decision on their children without at least a Raven of consultation with her. So in this case how she decided to tell Tywin would affect Lucion's immediate future.
The only question was whether or not or Lion would attempt to lie to his mother. Which was why she had Genna, Lucion had always favored his aunt, thus Genna knee some of her boys more subtle tells.
Besides, trying to lie to one mother lioness was hard enough, two was practically impossible to achieve....
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