When Cersei heard that Ned Stark was about to send Lyarra and her sister back to Winterfell, she became furious. How dare he take her little wolf away from her. She had to stay with her.
And when Lord Stark asked her to meet her the next day, it suited her perfectly. When she joined him in the garden, she had no more ardent desire than to cut off his head for what he intends to do.
"You're in pain." Cersei said mockingly.
With a sigh, Ned got to his feet, knowing this conversation wasn't going to end well. Especially with the information he found out. "I've had worse, my lady."
"Perhaps it's time to go home. The South doesn't seem to agree with you, unlike your daughter."
"I know the truth Jon Arryn died for." Ned said, ignoring her reference to Lyarra.
"Do you, Lord Stark?" Cersei raised her eyebrow. "Is that why you called me here, to pose me riddle?"
"Has he done this before?" Ned asked and pointed at her cheek.
Cersei sighs. "Jamie would have killed him. My brother is worth a thousand of your friend."
"Your brother, or your lover?" Ned asked directly. Cersei had to smile slightly.
"The Targaryen's wed brother's and sisters for 300 years to keep bloodlines pure. Jamie and i are more that Brother and sister. We shared a womb. We came into this world together." Cersei explained.
"My son saw you with him." Ned voiced his guess, causing Cersei to grimace slightly.
"Do you love your children?" Cersei asked.
"With all my heart."
"No more than I love mine." Cersei replied.
"And they're all Jamie's." claimed Ned.
"Thanks the Gods not. No, one of my children was born of true love. From someone I loved with all my heart. Ashton is a gift from the Gods." Cersei grinned. Ned looked at her confused.
"In the rare event that Robert leaves his whores for long enough to stumble drunk into my bed, I finish him off in other ways. In the morning, he doesn't remember."
"You've always hated him." Ned said, which made Cersei scoff.
"Hated him? That doesn't even begin to describe how much I despise him. Because I was promised to him, I had no chance of a happy future. He took that from me, and at the very same at our wedding, he took my loved one from me and killed her." Cersei practically spat it out.
For a moment Ned was a bit confused who Cersei could speak about, but then it clicked in his head, he looked at Cersei with wide eyes.
"Alyrra," he breathed.
"It's a wonder you still remember her." scoffed Cersei.
"I would never forget my sister." Ned insisted.
"No? Because I remember every single detail, her scars, her eyes that were always so cold and yet so warm, her hair that was always put back in the same style, everything from her." Cersei replied.
"So Ashton is Alyrra's son, and therefore a half Stark." Ned said, which caused Cersei's face to darken.
"No. Yes he is Alyrra's son but he is not a Stark, like you." Cersei spat. "He's not part of your family, he's mine."
"Does he know?" Ned asked.
Cersei laughed at that. "Of course not, he would kill him if he knew."
Ned sighs before standing up straight and meeting Cersei's eyes. "When the king return from his hunt, I'll tell him the truth. You must be gone by then, you and your children. I will not have their blood on my hands. Go as far away as you can, with as many men as you can. Because wherever you go, Robert's wrath will follow you."
"And what of my wrath, My lord" Cersei asked angry. "You should have taken the realm for yourself. Jamie told me about the day King's Landing fell. He was sitting in the Iron Throne and you made him give it up. All you needed to do was climb the steps yourself. Such a sad mistake ."
"I've made many mistakes in my life, but that wasn't one of them." Ned said.
"Oh, but it was." Cersei replied.
"Likewise, it will be a mistake if you send Lyarra back to Winterfell." Cersei threatened him. "Lyarra belongs here, with me."
"Stay away from my daughter." Ned insisted.
Cersei just smirked. "Have you noticed how alike they look, Lyarra is practically Alyrra's spitting image."
"If you dare touch her then-" Ned seethed in anger.
"No, if you dare take Lyarra from me. You'll wish you'd never come to the South." Cersei hissed.
"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground."
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"I thought I'd find you here." came a voice behind her, causing Lyarra to turn around. With a small smile on her face, the Queen walked towards her. Lyarra was at the edge of the training field, watching the other knights train.
"What can I do for you, Your Grace?" Lyarra asked formally.
"Nothing, I wanted to find out how your arm is." Cersei said, and gave Lyarra a genuine smile.
"My arm is better, but not so far that I can train again." Lyarra explained and turned her gaze back to the field. Cersei hummed beside her.
"Have you ever thought about becoming a Knight of the Kingsguard?"
It made Lyarra laugh slightly. "It would certainly be an honor to be part of the Kingsguard, but no. I want to have my own family later, with children, and you can't do that by joining the Kingsguard."
"yes and we will have that soon." murmured Cersei. Lyarra looked questioningly at the queen, not understanding what she said.
"What did you say?" Lyarra asked.
"Nothing, I was just thinking about something." Cersei lied, and kept smiling at Lyarra.
Lyarra looked at her skeptically for a moment, not understanding why the queen was acting so strangely. She couldn't think about it any further, for a guard came over to them and asked for the queen's presence in the king's chambers. Cersei let out a sigh and walked past Lyarra, but not before running her fingers unnoticed down Lyarra's arm.
Lyarra stayed at the training field for a little longer, watching the knights before she decided to go back to her chambers to get some rest.
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Along with her second eldest son, Cersei sat in the Throne Room awaiting Ned Stark's presence. Cersei had to suppress a grin as she thought about what had happened to Robert. Wounded by a wild boar, so he would soon die. Stupid man.
Cersei raised an eyebrow as Ned Stark stepped through the gates, along with Lyarra, Lord Baelish, Lord Varys, and a troop of knights.
"All hail His Grace, Joffrey of House Baratheon and Lannister, the first of his Name, King of the Andals and the First men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."
"I command the council to make all necessary arrangements for my coronation. I wish to be crowned within the fortnight. Today I shall accept oaths of fealty from my loyal councillors." Joffrey explained his procedure. It was quiet for a moment when Lord Stark spoke up.
"Ser Barristan, I believe no man here could ever question your honor." with that he drew a scroll from his pocket and handed it to the knight. He took a closer look at the scroll before turning to the queen.
"King Robert's seal-unbroken." Cersei perked up, interested in what stand inside. "Lord Eddard Stark is in named Protector of the Realm, to rule as regent until the here come of age."
Joffrey turned to his mother for help, causing Lyarra to roll her eyes.
"May I see that letter, Ser Barristan?" Cersei asked smiling. He handed her the scroll and she reviewed it herself.
"Protector of the Realm." Cersei scoffed. "Is this meant to be your shield, Lord Stark? A piece of paper?"
Lyarra's eyes widened as Cersei ripped up the scroll and threw it on the floor in front of her.
"Those were the king's words," Ser Barristan said shocked.
"We have a new King now." Cersei replied, before turning to Lord Stark.
"Lord Eddard, when we last spoke you offered me some counsel. Allow me to return the courtesy." Cersei grinned evilly at him. "Bend the knee, my Lord. Bend the knee and swear loyalty to my son and we shall allow you to live out your days in the gray waste you call home."
"Your son has no claim to the throne." Ned insisted. Lyarra looked at her father questioning why he would say such a thing.
"Liar!"Joffrey shouted.
"You condemn yourself with your own mouth, Lord Stark. Ser Barristan seize this traitor." Cersei commanded. Tensely, Lyarra rested her good hand on her sword, ready to fight if she has to.
"Ser Barristan is a good man, a loyal man. Do him no harm." Lord Stark called back his knights who preparing to attack Ser Barristan.
"You think he's standing alone?" Cersei spotted, and the Hound who stood by the throne drew his sword.
"Kill him! Kill all of them! I command it!" Joffrey shouted out.
"Commander! Take the queen and her children into custody. Escort them back to the royal apartments and keep them there, under guard." Ned Stark ordered and on command the commander gave a signal so that the knights pointed their spears at the queen and her son. "I want no Bloodshed. Tell your men to lay down their swords. No one needs to die."
"Now!" shouted the commander.
It all happens so fast. The knights stabbed each other, Lyarra was quick to draw her sword to help, but a hand pulled her arm away, pulling her back, away from the scramble.
She tried to defend herself, but with her injury it wasn't that easy. But she gasped and froze when she saw Lord Baelish holding a dagger at her father's throat.
"Take her to the dungeon." ordered Cersei. Lyarra watched helplessly as her father was dragged towards the door by several guards.
When the guard who was holding her started to move, the queen's voice stopped him. "Not her. You bring her to my chambers, I'll will take care of her."
With one last angry look at the queen, Lyarra let the guard drag her from the throne, defeated.
