Lyarra walked towards her bedroom, with Kouga following behind her. How would she tell Robb that she was going to marry Jaime Lannister? They had hoped that Lyarra would wed Small Jon Umber and stay in the North. The two had been fond of each other since they were children.

Lyarra entered her room and screamed when she saw Robb and Jon sitting on her bed. She clutched at her heart, trying to calm down, “You idiots! I felt scared half to death! What are you doing here?”

The boys looked at each other, “We heard that Father and Mother needed to talk with you about something, and we want to know what it was,” Robb answered.

Lyarra sighed and threw herself on her bed, “The fat king has declared that Sansa and I are to be married. He wants to betroth Sansa to Joffery and...”

“And?” Jon asked.

Lyarra sighed, “He declared that I am to marry Jaime Lannister.”

“WHAT?!?” Her brothers yell.

“It's bad enough that Sansa has to marry that psychotic shit, but how will you marry the Kingslayer if he's part of the Kingsguard?” Robb asked.

Lyarra sighed, “King Robert will release him from the Kingsguard. He wants House Stark and Lannister to join the houses.

“Is he mad? Our houses hate each other!” Robb yelled.

“I think it's only an excuse to have Lyarra close to him because he thinks she looks like Aunt Lyanna,” Jon speculated.

“I think Jon is right,” Lyarra answered, “Did you see how he looked at me when we met?”

Robb and Jon shivered in disgust, “Aye, it was disgusting. I'm sure if he could have, Father, would have punched him for ogling you.”

“What are you going to do, Lya,” Jon asked.

“What else can I do, Jon? The king has commanded this marriage, so we must see it through. But if Jaime Lannister thinks I'm going to be some meek Southern Lady that follows him around like a lost puppy, he is sorely mistaken,” Lyarra told her brothers.

“Will you get married in the Capitol?” Robb inquired

“Never! Will it be here in Winterfell or not at all? I will not budge on that. I worship the Old Gods and will continue to do so,” Lyarra said with conviction, “I also plan to take a few Hearts Tree saplings and plant one in the Capitol and one if Casterly Rock. I will not give up my faith in anyone.”

Robb nodded, “And with your powers, they will proliferate, but what about Kouga?”

Lyarra looked at her Dire Wolf, who looked up at her when he heard his name, “He's coming with me. The collars that all the wolves have will protect them from harm.”

Jon and Robb nodded. After that, Lyarra's two brothers got off her bed and kissed her goodnight.

The following day, Robert decided to break his fast in his chambers. He called his shrew of a wife, Tyrion, and the King Slayer to join him. Cersei glowered at her fat husband when she entered his chambers and sat next to him.

“Why have we been summoned?” Cersei sneered at Robert

“Sit down, all of you, and I'll tell you,” Robert commanded.

Jaime couldn't help but roll his eyes and sat down between his siblings and waited for the fat whoremonger to speak.

“I have decided to dismiss the Kingslayer from the Kingsguard.”

Jaime looked at Robert in shock then his face turned red in anger. He stood abruptly, “You can't do that; the Kingsguard is a lifelong position!” Jaime yelled.

“I can do whatever I want; I am the King!” Robert bellowed, “And now that you have been discharged, I have decided that you will marry Ned Stark's eldest daughter, Lyarra Stark.”

There was a dead silence, then Cersei exploded, “NEVER! I will not allow my brother to marry a Northern wolf whore! If I have to, I will write my father!” She shrieked.

Robert smirked, “Who do you think suggested it?”

Cersei stared at Robert, gobsmacked. She couldn't believe that her father would want his heir to marry a Northern Barbarian, “You're lying, Robert.”

Robert threw the letter at Cersei, “Here, read the letter yourself if you don't believe me. I think it is a good match. It's time that the feud between the Houses ends.”

Cersei picked up the letter and read it. The sigil belonged to her father, and it was his handwriting. Tywin promised he would cut Robert's debt to him in half if he released Jaime from his vows and found his son a suitable bride.

“The Stark Whore is not suitable to be a Lannister,” Cersei argued.

“Of course she is. She comes from an honorable family and a Great House. Her father is Warden of the North and is to be Hand of the King. There is no better match.”

“Do I have a say in this?” Jaime asked.

“No, your father was quite clear, and as your king, I command you to go through with this wedding.”

Jaime glowered at Robert but said nothing; he knew he couldn't go against his father's wishes, and with Robert's support, there was no way out.

Robert continued, “The wedding will be in a moon's time, and it will be held here after the wedding contract has been drawn up.”

“I will not have my brother married by these Barbarian Gods,” Cersei hissed.

“What you want makes no difference, woman. Two weddings will be held. One here in front of the Old Gods as Ned has demanded and one in Kings Landing; that is final.”

Jaime stood from the table without saying a word and left. He left in a daze; he didn't know what to do with himself, so Jaime decided to go to the training yard to work off his anger and frustration, and there he saw his bride-to-be practicing in the training yard. Jaime smirked, ‘Maybe beating her in a spar will make me feel better.’

Jaime sauntered toward Lyarra, “Care to take on a real opponent?” He asked with a smirk.

Lyarra turned and looked at Jaime, “Of course, if you can find me one I'd be happy to.”

Jaime's smirk fell and he stepped into the ring with Lyarra, “I meant me.”

“Alright, I suppose you'll have to do,” Lyarra taunted.

With that the two opponents clashed.