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~~~Cersei Lannister, Eighth Moon 277 AC~~~

~~~Hunting Camp, Crakehall~~~

"Clank!"

"You can do better Cersei, relax your shoulder, you don't have the strength to take a hit from Jaime, so avoid them or redirect them, or you'll turn out with a sore arm and won't be able to react well and die." Lady Janna's voice reached my ears as I saw Jaime several meters away.

We were having our morning training, and I could already feel the disapproving looks from the surrounding sheep, idiots, and sheep who thought they had the power and stature to judge the lion.

Those who objected to seeing a woman in possession of a sword, who didn't accept that a woman could bust their balls at the slightest concern, hahaha. "Cersei, focus!"

Lady Janna's scolding was not long in coming and clearing my thoughts, I went back to concentrating on what was in front of me, specifically Jaime, who looked confident, let's hope how long it lasts like that.

Jaime was the first to attack, giving a horizontal feint, and this time I did what Lady Janna said, instead of parrying his blow, I moved my practice sword from below upwards, following the movement of his arm and guiding his sword to one side, and I was surprised how easy it was.

Jaime must have seen my smirk, because he began to strike faster and more unpredictably, making it harder to evade his blows, but unlike him, I wasn't playing fair, "Father!" I shouted loud and strong, with a happy smile forming on my face.

"Father?" Jaime asked in confusion, turning back, and that was enough to give me the expected opportunity, wasting no time, I closed the distance between us and dragged his supporting foot, causing him to land breech on the ground. "Do you give up?" I said smugly, rejoicing in my victory.

"B-but... But... That was cheating, that's not fair," Jaime wailed, and shame began to cover me, how had I been able to play so dirty to beat him? And to my brother, "It wasn't cheating Jaime, you were in a fight, and until you defeated or killed your enemy, you had no room for distractions, Cersei took advantage of that, and you died, end of story".

Exactly, he lost, I won, end of the matter, there is no middle ground, in the Game of Thrones, you win or you die, and Jaime had better learn fast, "Very well done Cersei, you did great, and Jaime", Lady Janna congratulated me, taking the practice swords from both of us and holding them, "Jaime, in a battle you have no time for distractions, you have to be aware of your surroundings, yes, but your priority is the person holding a sword to kill you".

"You don't teach them honor, befitting someone from Essos, but this is Westeros, here chivalry makes a difference, and honor makes a man," a man approached us, in the company of Brandon's younger brother and who I assumed was Robert Baratheon, so the man must be Jon Arryn. As high as honor, pure bullshit.

"Excuse me?" Lady Janna asked confused and a bit curt, and I was about to enjoy how she left the stupid Arryn in his place, "Honor? Something like that should only be applied to friends, family, and the king, if you have someone pointing a bloody sword at you, honor is the last thing you should give them, and instead propitiate them to a quick death."

"But this is not war, Lady Janna, I don't know how things are in Essos, but..."

Before Jon Arryn could continue with his nonsense words, Lady Janna interrupted him, "Exactly, you don't know how things are in Essos, and from what I see, neither here in Westeros, the Free Folk North of the Wall are barbarians, the Mountain Clans who for generations have plagued their lands are barbarians, the pirates of the Three Daughters are barbarians." One by one, Lady Janna named those groups that for years had scourged the kingdom.

"Those chalky ones do not know the meaning of honor, and if you think for a moment of fighting with honor present, let me tell you then you will be a dead man, honor is valid, I never said no, but giving them the option of being honorable to our enemies will only result in their women being raped, their children becoming slaves and their men dying on the battlefield without glory and fortune."

Lady Janna's words were quick, concise, and harsh, putting in his place that man who thought honor could get him a lot, and as Lady Janna had taught me, honor would get you assassinated, "you are wrong my lady," Eddard joined the conversation, which surprised me, since he liked to keep quiet, "honor is indispensable in every man's life, no matter if he is an enemy, even in the North we are like that."

"Hahaha," Lady Janna decided to laugh, not caring how unseemly it looked, she wasn't much of a lover of decorum after all, "that's rather odd for a Northerner to say," Lady Janna said, much to the Stark's confusion, "since they are the ones who have been known to be cruel, vindictive and spiteful, or how do you think the Starks became the kings of Winter? For drumming and drinking ale with the other kings of the North was not the case."

"And in case," Lady Janna this time addressed the Baratheon heir, "your house was formed because the winner of the war set his bastard half-brother as the Lord Paramount of The Stormlands, something that would not be viewed with honor to this day, what runs this world is power, if you don't have it, honor will not serve you, other than to be left as a stable boy, or if you are lucky, the court jester."

"And if I may, I still have half an hour of teaching," that was the farewell for the three men, who could do nothing but walk away to another place, after being humiliated by a woman, hahaha, what a good sight that was.

"Cersei, Jaime, Jon Arryn is right," Lady Janna told us once the group walked away, which made me look at her surprised, "but you said."

"I know what I said Cersei and Jon Arryn is right, but not entirely," Lady Janna knelt in front of Jaime and me, as she took us by the shoulders, "Honor is high, and it is something every man and woman should have, but discard it the moment your own life or that of your family or friends is in danger, it is in those cases that all weakness, no matter how small, must be eradicated and forgotten, because the lives of your families depend on it."

"Heed her," my father's voice startled us, and looking up I beheld him in all his glory, dressed in the colors of House Lannister in all his brilliance, towering over us like a lion of the Rock, "honor is of fools who think their enemies will have principles."

"None of that matters when your life is in danger, so I don't want ideas of honor in war or love to consume them."

Suddenly, shouts and murmurs began to be heard, with several knights and guards rushing to the scene, "What's going on?" my father asked one of the running guards, as the shouts intensified. "Brandon Stark, my lord, Lord Rickard's son, hunted the beast, but he is badly wounded, I don't think he will survive."

That was enough to fuel the panic on my father's face, not only was this about the heir to the North, but also my betrothed, and from what I had heard from Lady Janna, the anchor to control the North.

Together, we began to head towards where the crowd was gathering, I knew the hunts were difficult, in the last one many men died, and this one was no different, with bodies being pulled out of the forest every three hours, but seeing someone I would be close to on the verge of death, gave me a new feeling... Something strange.

There he lay, with blood covering his clothes and a huge wound on his chest, plus he had his arm bone out of his body, the scene was gruesome, and many women or ladies vomited or fainted at the sight of Brandon like.

"The Starks are not doing well in the South," my father said, watching Brandon's condition with an unintelligible look.