Lantern - Game of Thrones - Robb Stark - Baratheon

At the age of seven, Jocelyn Baratheon decided she wanted to be Queen. She did not understand why her brother Joffrey had been chosen as Heir. "Why not me?" She had asked her mother, tears in her eyes. "I'm a girl, but I can do what Joffrey does, and like uncle Jaime, so, but father says girls are the weaker sex, what does that even mean?" She had cried.

Cersei had tried to calm her daughter down, but she had no right answer to Jocelyn's questions. She felt the same way, she had been born first, not Jaime, yet she would not ever rule over anything.

Now, much older and wiser, Jocelyn stated at her brother training in the yard, he looked quite stupid to her. He never took his lessons seriously and wasn't ever taught how to properly wield a sword. He was a prince, ofcourse, a crownprince, but he didn't care much for duty, he liked only to order people around and collect gold and sneers.

"You're a cruel little thing." She whispered to herself when Joffrey started berating one of his own knights. She looked to the Hound, his guardsman. Jocelyn hated the Hound, he hid his evil acts by doing good every once and awhile, but he did all of Joffrey's nasty dirty work.

There were only a few Kingsguard who Jocelyn truly respected and adored, one of them being her favorite uncle Jaime.

Joffrey had told his sister that their uncle Tyrion had taken up residence in a brothel, the idea disgusted her so, and whilst Jocelyn loved her uncle Tyrion and also liked his wit and clever questions and humor, she strongly disliked his often fool mouth and jokes. It always reminded her too much of her father, and added much to her belief that all men were dogs.

Unless they loved you, as her mother had said so many times now.

Joffrey had informed Jocelyn that they would be going on a hunt tomorrow, when she had lit up and asked who were to attend he had smirked and said; "Not you, you're a girl."

Sometimes she truly hated him, and off late, she had become more and more aware of what a cruel person he could be.

The North was truly boring Jocelyn, she hadn't wanted to spend time alongside the young Ladies of Winterfell, who were currently getting taught by a Septa. (Jocelyn loved embroidering, but she failed at it so miserably that ceased trying a few years ago)

She wanted to look for her mother, but a servant told her the Queen remained occupied and Jocelyn couldn't find her favorite uncle either. Her father was spending time with Lord Eddard Stark and Myrcella and Tommen were with their Septa.

Atleast in the South, Jocelyn had many Ladies, Companions and other members of the court to spent time with. Winterfell didn't House as many people, unfortunately.

Sulking, Jocelyn sought out her uncle Tyrion, he was busying himself with the books in Winterfell's library.

"Found anything interesting?" Remarked Jocelyn in a tired voice, pulling out a chair to sit besides him.

Tyrion didn't move his fave, instead he turned a page and shoved a book from his stack towards her. "Ofcourse, read these."

"Battle on Hills and ice, are you reading books on war?"

Tyrion shrugged. "I'd ask Lord Stark to permit me to bring these South with us. Marvelous books, truly."

"Mhm" Jocelyn almost yawned, but she opened the book nontheless, taking a few moments to browse through the pages. She hesitated before settling on a chapter about historical battles fought during Winter Times.

After what felt like an hour, but really it was not even a quarter of an hour Jocelyn poked her uncle's arm. He had ignored her calling his name.

"I have a question."