When Summer Ends

Chapter One:

Long Ending of Summer

There were dancing bears. Round men dressed up as brown and black bears, that danced in the light through the feast. Moon Boy and his team of jesters singing and dancing across the tables, one for each. The guests were eating, drinking, joking and clapping through the feast happily and Lois Baratheon could not agree more. Although, her father was tending to some whore and her mother had been only chatting with friends. Lois could see it. Lois could see the embarrassing notion that was laying on her mother, Cersei Lannisters' heavy shoulders.

Her younger siblings were busy enjoying the festivities to worry about their parents. Young Tommen and Myrcella were busy eating and laughing at the jesters silly antics, although Myrcella was more focused on the lad sitting across from her. Her blond curls dancing on her shoulders from her laughter and Tommen's small chest rising and falling. Joffrey Baratheon, her younger brother by two years apart was busy dancing with a maiden from House Massey. Lois was thirteen and Joffrey was twelve.

She watched as her Lannister uncles amused the guests and her mother was asked to dance with an attendee that went along with Petyr Baelish. Lois had only decided to eat in silence and watch everyone enjoy the day, as it probably won't last long. The whole week, Lois had been plagued with queer and frightening dreams.

How long can she watch the happiness? Lois had justified for as long as there is summer. But, that was soon going to end too and she did not have time to catch a sun that will never lit in grey skies.

A light tap on the shoulders had spun her from her daze, and she gave her newly arrived guest a peculiar look. The young man was about her age, although slightly older. He had brown fresh curly hair, that ended to his neck and blue eyes. He was strikingly handsome and lithe in fitness.

"Excuse me, princess. But, I couldn't help but notice that you were sitting her alone. Would you like to have a dance?" the young man held out his arm and id a small bow. Lois blinked in astonishment. A spy from my mother, or is he a friend. "Pardon my greetings but, I should have told you my name. I am Loras Tyrell,"

And than Lois smiled. Yes, he is the Knight of Flowers, a prince every girl dreams. Even me...

"Aye, as you must heard, I am Heloise Baratheon. Everyone normally calls me Lois, I never did like my name," said Lois and shrugged. Loras Tyrell had only chuckled in amusement and softly clasped Lois' hand, giving it a chaste kiss on her knuckles. Lois blushed a scarlet red.

"Pleasure to meet you, My Lady. would you care to have this dance?" Loras asked and the orchestra had changed from an upbeat rhythm, to one with a soothing tone and a romantic outlook under it. Lois giggled. She was still the little girl that dreamed of the knights from songs and beautiful castles. Something beautiful and splendid to spend her life about. A happily ever after...

Lois nodded and placed her hand withen Loras' warm one. He gripped it, pulled her close and wrapped his arm around her waist. Than, the two had stopped together, with Loras spinning Lois around and Lois hanging her head back in fit of laughter. From the corner of her eye, she could see her mother staring. As if she was expecting this, or wanted something out of this, and than Cersei leaned over to her father whispering something in his ear. Lois kept note of that.

The bears were still spinning and the jesters were still tossing away their snotty jokes. The guest were dancing, laughing, and eating throughout the celebration, and her family still kept to the same antics. Cersei was sitting still like a good obedient wife, and her father was busy kissing up a whore. Her uncles were all dancing, although the short one was only dishing out snipe remarks. Myrcella and Tommen were clapping their hands to the music, but her sister was chosen to dance with some boy, and Joffrey was now dancing with a blond from House Lannister. Shes seen this scene so many times, yet she could never get through it.

The room was spinning around her when Loras twirled and laid her low to the ground, although he picked her back up when the music had cut off. Lois looked over to the singers and pouted. So quick to end, yet so far to begin. That was the words her uncle Stannis had told her this very morning about summer and winter. Lois didn't like that. She enjoyed the summer very much. "Thank you for such a lovely dance, Ser Loras," Lois had thanked him, and he shyly coiled.

"I am no knight,"

"But you should be. You are handsome and young, and full of grace every knight needs these days," Lois replied. Yet, you are as chivalrous as my uncle, maybe better. Those words had retained in her head for certain minutes before she spoke, but she shrugged it of. "King and queens need handsome knights that can lend a hand to the people and a scorching blow to the enemy. You fit this quite well, Loras Tyrell," she remarked.

Loras laughed. "Thank you, princess," Loras said. Lois bowed with grace and rose with grace. "You are very welcome," she replied. Loras turned from her and made a swift walk-away to another young woman sitting alone. He has manners, something my Lannister uncles lack sometimes. It must be because I am a princess. Thats how everyone looks at me, not as a person. But, some flower that needs tending. I should have been born a Tyrell...

Lois kept her thoughts to herself and moved back to her chair, until someone had ceased her by the arm. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes locked with his. Oh, how I loathe his very being sometimes. Arrogant bastard, he is. Jaimie Lannister gave her a pitiful smirk. He had always gave her one and almost always had the same look in his eyes, like her mother. They were twins, but Jaime didn't do it often. Sometimes he gave her a pitiful smirk, or smiled when she had snapped, or done something wrong. But now, he looked as if he was almost sorry for her. Almost. That thought quickly left her head when the blond man had swung her back to the dance floor and repeated the same actions Loras Tyrell did.

"What in seven hells do you want?" Lois barked, in a whisper. He smiled back and gave her a twirl, but clasped her back again.

"You look so much like your mother," that was the only thing he spoke of, before he chose to ignore her probing questions and finish the dance. Left foot, left foot. Right foot, right foot. Left foot, left foot. Right foot, right foot. Left foot, left foot. Right foot, left foot. oops. Lois stepped on Jaimes' foot, although it didn't faze him. Still, she had ruined the dance for her uncle and made herself look like an unruly child. "You did well," Jaime said.

Lois frowned and scrunched her nose. He's lying. He's just saying that to make me feel better. She looked down to her shoes, which turned to the corners. And than, a soft hand had lifted her chin up letting her stare into flashing green eyes of a lion. Jaime lifted her chin with the cup of his hand and stared in her pools of emerald. There was a spark of brown in them, but Lois never liked mentioning that about her eyes. His arms wrapped around her waist in a tender manner.

"You are still a child, you have a lot to learn," Jaime remarked. There it was, it was those beautiful moments like this that Lois loved the most. No matter how much her mother dislike her, she had still bought her gifts. No matter how much her father resented her, he still offered her presents and lessons in battle. No matter how much she found her younger siblings to be annoying, they were cute in their own way. No matter how much Joffrey liked to try to humiliate her, she still remembered the love they shared as children. No matter how much her uncles were different, they shared a unique atmosphere about them. Tyrion was smart and bookish, Renly was kind and humorous, and Stannis was strong leader of men.

Yes, these moments which Lois blessed the seven gods for. To never take them away from her, to never break her family and will.

And than, the peace and tranquility was last when Jaime had gripped her chin rather hard. Lois squirmed in his grasp, yet he was too strong. "But, you are not your mother," he exclaimed and with harsh, he let her chin go and strolled away to his dwarf of a brother. Lois rubbed her acheing chin, that burned with pain. Like I said, arrogant bastard he is. She had always wished to be a stag instead of a lion, they were graceful and pure. Lions were cruel and dominating. Oh, how true was the remark?

She than turned her glance back to her family. They were all having a good old merry time. Lovely.

Lois folded her arms against her chest and returned her attention to the dancing bears. They twirled and jumped in the evening light, that shined like stars. And than her attention, like everyone else broke when they heard the cry of Lyra Tully across from her table. Her lord husband, Jon Arryn was choking in a pit of rage. He reached for her hand, but let it down when his eyes had closed and his fury had ended.

Things were quiet, and than came an uproar with everyone running to her and her husband, Jon Arryn. Their son was crying and his tears had only ruined his shirt and fine made sweater. King Robert Baratheon sprung forward to cradle his friends' head in his lap, when Lysa had only covered her mouth, cowered and whimpered in agony. The Kingsguard had also sprung into action, rushing forward hands-in-blade and pushing past the crowd. But, her mother had grabbed Jaime by the hand and urged him to guard her children. Jaime nodded and ran for Myrcella, Tommen, and Joffrey. Although, Lois had caught the notion. Her children. she wasn't hers, she wasn't a Lannister.

Stannis had caught his wife and daughter close to him, and her uncle Renley, had chose the same. But, Loras Tyrell had stood by the couples side, barricading from any intruders. The women were scared and the men were defensive. Lois was alone, she had no one to protect or protect her. She watched as her siblings cried, but Joffrey had only reprimended them for that. She watched as her mother yelled at everyone to stay back and her father cradled his old friends' head. She watched as Lysa Tully hugged her child and cried with him, of her husbands death. She watched as Tyrion Lannister called forthed Grand Maester Pycelle for his aid in death and her grandfather rise from his chair in grace. She watched it all.

Lois wanted to comfort her father in crisis. He had always comforted her, alt east tried by having her take a swig of ale and laugh about it after. She moved her hands, but not her feet. Lois could move her mouth, but couldn't find her voice. She wasn't close to Jon Arryn, but it was death that did some toll on her. The smell, the look and the morbid feeling death brought had hurt her.

Before Lois could do anything, a hand had clasped around her eyes and pulled her to the fat belly. She tried to fight back, the person had laughed, with their belly rumbling with it. "Hush my child. I am sorry I am late to shield you off, oh the boy won't like that," a familiar voice had said. And from than Heloise Baratheon had knew. She knew her life was never going to be a happily ever after...

Yes, I tried my best to write a Game of Thrones fanfiction. As you could see it is partly about Cersei and Roberts' first daughter, Heloise Baratheon. Its sorta like a what if, like what if on their wedding night when they did the deed, Cersei gave birth to Lois. And Lois is Robert and Cersei's true heir to the throne. As you can see there may be some major competition with her and everyone's vouches for heir. Don't expect to come too quick into proposing, or at all.

Another reminder, I'm on the latest book, so I'm atleast update with the story. i know what I'm doing, I got the Moves Like Jagger... Well, next topic for discussion. R&R people, R&R.

Sayonora!