Alright, so here is my new story! It's my first time writing in this style and my first fic of Game of Thrones. This is an AU and I might not fully follow some of the events in the show—although I will try to follow it!

I am not by any means a professional writer, nor am I a particularly good writer. I'm simply just creative and have pretty decent story in my head, so you'll have to forgive me for the millions of grammatical errors that will most likely be in this story. However, I am trying to the best of my abilities to edit my own work. Also, I would like to thank cdog0803 for helping me edit this as well!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or A Song of Ice and Fire.

Pronunciation key: Iseis (Eye-Say-Iss) Take off of the name Briseis from Homer's The Illiad.

Chapter 1

Iseis Baratheon rarely ever cried. She hated crying, she hated looking weak. Her mother told her that she was as much of a Lannister as she was a Baratheon, and Lannisters do not shed tears. Lannisters would rather shed blood than tears, Cersei told her.

But this time Iseis could not hold back the sobs. She had never been so terrified in her life as she had been in the past few days. The fear clouded her every thought, polluting her mind while poisoning her brain. It ran deep through her veins, freezing her like ice and causing her heart to seize up. Iseis hated looking weak, yet she hated being held in a cage even more.

Her mother would be so displeased to know how she was held. She was thrown into a traveling cell like an animal; she was a dog left to die in the iron casket that held her.

If she had been her mother she would have never allowed herself to be taken alive. Cersei would have and fought until her last breath. Iseis knew she should have fought more, tried to escape when her attackers overcame her in the dead of night. Iseis was terrified and was a still as a statue when they came. Her body had not responded to her in her desperate state of sheer and utter panic.

Before that night she had never seen bloodshed in anything besides the tournaments her father sometimes held. That night there was so much death, so much pain. The screams still echoed in her head as she envisioned in her brain her men being slaughtered one by one, her handmaids being brutalized and raped. Her valiant Ser Maxwell, her sword shield, had died trying to protect her.

He had yelled at her to flee when he realized they had been overrun. He helped her to her Palomino mare Uncle Renly had given her on her name day four years earlier and smacked the horse on the rump to send her into a gallop.

Iseis had been able to ride, but not so far before men surrounded her. They caved in on her, coming closer one by one as a tide came upon a surf.

Her mare had screamed and snorted as she spun her around, looking for a way out. She dug her heels into the mare but she refused to move besides going on her back legs and giving a small rear. It was obvious from the wild and maddening look in her eyes that the mare was just as frightened as Iseis was.

It wasn't until a man had grabbed her mare's reins she knew it was hopeless to try to flee. Her mare fully reared and Iseis, though and expert rider, could not stay in her seat from the panic coursing through her body. She fell to the ground with a thud, the air exiting her lungs. She couldn't breathe from the wind being knocked out of her so terribly. She tried to get to her knees before iron like hands grasped her as she screamed and struggled.

She fought even though her limbs felt like jelly and her movement was drawn out. Iseis had sprained her wrist upon the fall and it had prevented her from fighting even more.

A man hit her over the head with something to stop her from struggling and she remembered nothing besides darkness after that.

At first the men only thought she was some wench traveling with a Lannister caravan. It wasn't until they saw her fine clothes and the golden headed lion necklace she wore they realized who she truly was.

She was confused though; the men had called her a Lannister. She was not truly one, her father was Robert Baratheon and she too was a Baratheon, just as her siblings were. Yet they were convinced, and the extravagant little lion necklace with rubies for its eyes seemed to prove that she was a Lannister. Iseis was not so naïve, she had heard the rumors of what her mother and Uncle Jaime had done. But did she believe them? Of course not!

Her captors had been so positive she was born of incest, though it was more that obvious who her father was. Iseis did favor her mother far more than her father in looks. She had her mother's face shape with high cheekbones and a perfect nose, as well as her green eye color. Her father could be seen too, he could be seen in the flashes of blue mixed in with her green eyes and her smile as well as her lip shape. Years ago she had had his black hair too; right up until her seventh name day, then her hair began to change to a dark brunette color.

Regardless of sharing most of her mother's features, it was still apparent to anyone who was not blind that she was her father's daughter. She was the daughter of the previous king and sister to the current. So why was she treated as though she were a mere prisoner?

Both her ankles and wrists were shackled tightly, causing her pain. Wherever she was bound was covered in cuts and dark bruises, and when she moved blood would leak from the cuts and travel down her forearms. It was warm and sticky, dripping to the floor before drying on her skin.

Her once beautiful dress was torn and ripped in to pieces. She felt more filthy than stable boys who lived in Flea Bottom, she hadn't washed since she had been captured and her long and usually beautiful wavy hair was a tangled mess. Iseis had no idea where her shoes had gone but for some reason she did not wear any.

It was freezing. She did not know where ever it was they were heading but north could be the only option. That was the reason it was so cold.

She could not see the terrain due to being chained and unable to move no more than two feet in the black cell. The only indication she had of night and day was a tiny window high above her sight that was barred with iron. The cold settled in her bones, sinking past her southern dress that did nothing to warm her. Often she thought that was how she would die; by freezing to death. She would much rather have her head taken then to be forced to endure a death of freezing alive in the bitter cold.

This place was nothing like her home. It was cold and unsettling, not warm and vibrant. How she missed home, she never wanted to be sent away to begin with but her mother insisted sending her to The Reach where she would be safer. With Robb Stark and Uncle Stannis heading towards the Capital with a mass of armies Cersei supposed that the safest place was away from King's Landing. If the city was sacked she feared mostly for Myrcella and Iseis, she knew what would become of them if the city should fall. That was when Cersei made arrangements to send Iseis away. Far away.

Although, Iseis highly suspected that she was not being sent to the Reach. It was clearly a ploy to actually send her to Casterly Rock, only her mother was too clever and did not want to enemy to know where she was truly being sent. Cersei wanted to protect her eldest daughter and to keep her safe.

Had only her mother known what would befall her trying to escape danger, only to be delivered into the clutch of it.

She missed everything about her home; she realized she took many things for granted. Some of her favorite times were when Uncle Jaime would take her to the beach; he would race with her to the waves and run back when the water would rush to the shore. It was her favorite game to play. They would do that for hours and her mother would laugh as she watched them under a shaded area.

Uncle Jaime would often throw her in the water and she would scream at first and her mother would scold him if Iseis was not dressed for swimming, but Iseis would always get him back. She remembered splashing him with water countless times, soaking him in a form of revenge. He would often pout and pretend she won the splashing contest and then he would go to her mother. They would watch her together as Iseis built a sandcastle and dug in the white sand.

How she longed to be on the beach again, to lay there on the warm sand without a care in the world. She wanted to drag her fingers across it and sink her heels in as she closed her eyes and felt the heat of it on her back beneath her.

She loved it so much on the beach and it was where she was the most happy. She would sit there for hours, away from everyone while just watching the tide inch further and further towards her, then further and further away. It calmed her mind and made her feel lively and at peace.

Seeing the vastness of the ocean, how it never ended in a big stretch of blue made her think. Seeing it made her feel small; it was so powerful and unpredictable, angry yet calming, treacherous yet beautiful. She felt so many things just peering out into the openness. Though in these times when she sat there alone, with no guards and no one knowing where she was, she had felt infinite. She felt as though anything could happen all at the touch of her fingertips. The ocean gave her a sense of power, and she wanted to be like it. She wanted to be powerful but respected. She wanted to be feared but loved.

How she missed it all! She hated it here; it made her ache to think of home. The Seven were cruel to do this to her! She wanted nothing else than to go back home, back to her castle and back to her beloved ocean. She wanted to be back in King's Landing, to be playing with Myrcella with her dolls and Tommen with his kittens and pretend swords.

She even missed Joffrey, dare she say it. He scared her since he had become so rash and unpredictable. Their relationship was often not would it should be... but Joffrey was different. He was difficult and harsh, but he was still her little brother regardless. They used to be great friends right up until he understood he would be king one day and could do whatever he wanted.

Thinking of home only made her want to cry more. Instead of allowing tears to flow down her face she stifled a sob and breathed deeply. She didn't want any of her captors to hear her. Her captors scared her beyond measure. Often, just to taunt her they would claw at the cell and drag their swords across the bars; yelling obscenities at her and crude remarks and shallow threats.

She wondered what her mother would do in this situation. One thing was for sure, she would not let them get the best of her. She would hold her head high and puff her chest out. She would never cry, and if she did it would be tears of blood. But Iseis was not her mother. Iseis was not Cersei Lannister, she had not grown up on Casterly Rock and she was not the Queen Regent.

She was only Iseis Baratheon, and she was a hostage. Every time the cell moved across the bumpy ground as the horses pulled it her stomach would lurch and she would dry heave since she did not have enough in her stomach to get sick.

They barely fed her, she weighed less than she had in King's Landing and she probably looked like a starving beggar. Her dress hung loosely from her body, far more than it used to. Luckily, they gave her more water than food—thank the Seven!

She would have died of thirst within the first few days had they not been generous enough to give her as much water as they did. It was only a little they gave her and they usually deposited it with a ladle through the bars of her window. Iseis would watch them pouring water in her hands and drink as quickly as she could before the precious liquid that might as well been gold leaked through the cracks of her fingers.

She barely remembered what another human being looked like. The only interaction she had was when someone came to take the small chamber pot in the cell every couple days. She had never seen them though; the light was always too terrible and she was temporarily blinded while the pot was emptied and put back in only a quick few seconds. She had not spoken to anyone since she was captured and questioned. No doubt her voice would hurt when she used it again. Iseis always had a smooth and calming voice, it had once been described as velvet. Velvet would no longer describe it when she spoke again. It would be raspy and sore, dry from the limited amount of water she received.

She bitterly regretted not putting up more of a fight when her mother wanted to send her away. Cersei would hear none of it though, and she threatened to drag Iseis away kicking and screaming if that was what it came to; and it almost damn near did. Yet Iseis did not protest when the day came to send her away. She had been good, it was expected of her. She had said goodbye to her family and set off, not daring to try to argue with her mother again.

Iseis heard shouts and she winced. Her head pounded and her stomach rolled even more as the wheels of the cage went over small hills and bumpy rocks. She heard chatter and clings of metal. She heard the murmured voices of men speaking, more pangs of metal upon metal.

Fear curled inside her as more sounds appeared. Where was she? What were the strange voices?

Horses' whined and boisterous laughter filtered in through the cell's narrow window. She did not know what was outside her cage, but she feared she would find out. She did not notice how badly she was strained until blood began to leak down her wrists. The crimson liquid ran down her arms as she struggled more. Her wrists burnt but she did not care, she could not take another minute of being confined.

Iseis shrank in her seat, trying to make herself seem smaller. She wanted to be invisible, unseen to the rest of the world's eyes. Sweat appeared on her brow, her eyes widened and the racing of her pulse quickened at every foreign noise of the unknown. She chewed her lip nervously and she gripped at her lion necklace that was meant to bring her good fortune. Iseis almost scoffed at the idea of it. Some good fortune the golden little trinket brought her; if anything it only made her luck worse. However, she could not bear to part with it. The little golden lion head was the only reminder she had of her home.

Warrior give me courage, she repeated over and over. Warrior give me courage. Give me courage, give me courage. Make me brave and fierce, Warrior give me courage.

Her hands shook as she clutched at the necklace and her heart was pounding so hard she was afraid someone could hear. She bit her lip so hard that she tasted the metally iron taste of blood in her mouth. A rushing sound made its way through her head and her ears buzzed.

Warrior give me courage.

Her father had once told her the only god of the Seven he prayed to was the Warrior. The Crone, Mother, Maiden, they did not matter. It was only the Warrior she should pray to.

"You're a Baratheon," He told her after he interrupted her prayers in the high Sept one day. "You don't need to pray to bogus gods; only one... The only one who listens."

"They all listen," She frowned as she followed him. At six years old she had trouble keeping up with his quick stride; it was before he had gotten fat.

"The Warrior, Iseis." He looked at her as he turned and spoke.

"But mother says—"

"Damn your mother, don't listen to a word she says. She'll try to turn you into a Lannister." He growled and he leaned down to her level and placed a hand on her shoulder "Don't you listen to her. You're a Baratheon, not some golden-haired lion Lannister of Casterly Rock." His blue eyes seemed to gleam as he spoke to her. He was so proud and so strong. Back then he was the Robert she heard about in the stories: fierce and warlike… The years had not been kind to him, they robbed him of the life and spirit he once had.

"Yes father," She nodded

"That's a good girl." He patted her cheek as he stood up again.

Iseis wanted nothing more than for her father to be here with her. He would smash all the enemies with his giant war hammer, he would cave in their chests just as he did with Rhaegar Targaryen and he would rescue her and take her back to the Capital.

Her relationship with her father was not what was typically expected. She had loved him and he had proved to be fond of her. He would ask her opinion on things he didn't wish to speak to his council about when she was old enough to understand, but that was all. He entrusted her with some small matters; but really only to keep her mother from getting involved.

Iseis remembered her father was not here and could not save her. Her father was dead in some crypt, his body rotting. Her mother was not here either; nor was Uncle Jaime. Uncle Renly had become an enemy of the crown, taking his own claim. Uncle Stannis was certainly not here, and he was one of the reasons she was sent away in the first place. She would have been grateful even if Uncle Tyrion was there; he would comfort her with his words and most likely talk their way out of imprisonment.

But none of them were here. None of them were with her and she was all alone.

The cage had come to a stop. Her heart raced with every word spoken outside of it; even though she could not hear due to rushing of blood in her head.

Would they take her out? Would they beat her as they did before? Torture her? Rape her?

Her hands shook more and she breathed deeply, she would not be afraid.

Warrior give me courage, she begged.

The cage unlocked and she tried to raise her hand to shield her eyes from the wave of light shining in. She squinted and she felt someone tug on her chains and remove her shackles. Cold wind came in through the now opened door and hit her, but she was not as cold as she suspected. She was sweating from how nervous she was and her body temperature climbed terribly.

"No," Iseis protested hoarsely, her voice sounded worse than she previously anticipated. She had not spoken in weeks; she had only sat in silence.

They tugged and pulled while the light still blinded her. The sun came in as bright yellows and oranges and her eyes tried to adjust. She saw spots behind her eyes and she knew that probably wasn't a good sign.

The smell that greeted her in this place was terrible! Or perhaps that awful smell was just her, caused by sweat and not being able to wash for weeks? But if did not smell of human stench. The air smelled wet and humid and left a sour taste in her mouth. It was almost as though they were surrounded by swamps and bogs the smell of it was so terrible it made the back of her throat hurt.

When her chains were freed from the iron walls of the cage and her shackles were released men roughly grabbed her by the arms and shoulders, causing bruises. They pulled her out and she lost her footing. Her legs were weak from the long period of time of not using them and every inch of her body ached.

Iseis yelped as she fell from the big step off of the ledge of the cage. Her legs could not handle the pressure and buckled out under her weight.

She landed in the mud on her knees, dirtying her already ruined gown even more. Men laughed as she tried staggered to her feet and she felt bile rise in her throat.

She would kill them all, she would have Joffrey give her all of their heads or she would take them herself.

"We found this one with a Lannister party in the woods," Her captor, who she could only assume was from the Dreadfort due to the sigil on his doublet.

All she knew was that the Bolton's words "Our Blades are Sharp" was a very appropriate motto for their house. After all, she had tasted their words first hand and she did not like it.

Her sight began to come back as she got to her knees, coughing from the air she lost.

"A girl from a Lannister party? What do you expect me to do with her?" A familiar voice said with a hint of annoyance. She recognized the voice; she had heard it only a year earlier.

"Not just any girl, Iseis Lannister—"

"Baratheon!" She hissed while trying to find her feet and she began to stand up. She yelled again in a cry as she was backhanded by her captor and she fell back into the mud while her face stung. The ringing in her ears was back and she tried to shake it off and not lose consciousness. She was so weak she was ready to pass out and make herself look even weaker.

In the morning there would be a pretty bruise where she was struck. She remembered her mother being hit by her father, how her mother wore it without shame. Cersei did not even cover it up with make-up or powder. To Iseis it only showed how brave and strong the woman truly was. Iseis would wear her scars just as her mother had, to show that no matter how many bruises they graced her skin with, they could not hurt her pride or spirit. Though her spirit really broke the moment she was taken... But she would not show that to her enemies.

She bit her lip and drew more blood in her mouth. She would not look weak. She was a Baratheon, daughter of one king and sister to another, niece of Stannis and Renly Baratheon. She was the daughter of Cersei Lannister and granddaughter to Tywin Lannister. She had the most prestigious and powerful blood in all the Seven Kingdoms. She was not weak.

"What you do with the bitch is none of my business, trade her, kill her, or bed her. It's really none of my concern." Her cruel captor laughed.

She got to her feet once more, breathless and worn out. She could see far better now, her vision almost back to normal. She looked around to see a band of men around her. One in front her captor from the Dreadfort who hit her, and another she immediately recognized.

She looked around and Iseis knew where she was, much to her horror. Banners flew in the wind, flapping from the strong gusts. Tents were set all around and scary looking men stood by them and watched her, inspecting her and looking at her so closely it was almost as though she had no clothes on.

She was in a war camp, and not Uncle Renly or Uncle Stannis's war camp, where she knew she would never be harmed. Iseis was right in midst of Robb Stark's.

She had found herself within the jaws of the wolf.

That wasn't too bad, right? I just wanted to mention this story will probably be rated 'M', because it's Game of Thrones fic and will most likely have adult content... Let me know what you thought in a review! Also, let me know if you wish for me to continue with this story! :)

-Amelia