|A Coat of Red
Author: AuroreMartell PM
After their failed rebellion, every rebel from House Reyne were supposed to be executed... except one. Nora is alive, in King's Landing, and ready to get revenge. But what she doesn't know is that Tywin Lannister is after her... Rated T for bad language. Inspired by "the Rains of Castamere. AURated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Drama - Myrcella B. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,587 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 12-08-12 - Published: 12-02-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8760000
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A/N: In case you don't know House Reyne's background: They rebelled against Tylos Lannister and almost defeated him, until Tywin Lannister succeeded him as leader of the army. He then defeated House Reyne, executing every member of the family.
Nora Reyne throws down her pencil. She really can't fucking deal with school, not now. Actually, "not ever" might be a good way to express it, but she's too angry to dwell on that.
"Write a paper on an extinct House," says the assignment on the chalkboard.
The problem is, when Nora throws the pencil, it bounces off her desk. And hits the floor. And rolls lazily until the septa in the classroom steps on it with her heeled shoe, slips, and falls to the ground. Her papers fly in the air, and Nora thinks, well, do I still have to do the assignment now?
So she laughs. And gets sent to detention for that.
Nora Reyne hasn't been doing so well in school as of lately. King's Landing High just isn't the right school for her. It hasn't been a good match. Neither had any of the four schools she had attended previously. Back in Winterfell High, at least there was that sexy Stark boy, Rickon, who was just as fucked up as her. But Nora made the executive decision to set fire to one of the school's weirwood trees. And got kicked out.
There are no hot guys here, Nora thinks two and a half hours later. It's a public school in the capital city, proud of its diversity. So why aren't there and hot guys?
Oh sure, there are the good-looking ones. But Nora doesn't like the golden boy type. She likes the dangerous ones. Rebels like her.
Nora taps her pencil on her desk, letting her eyes close. House Reyne was once a proud house, a rich house with control of Castamere, in the Westerlands. And the bravest, in her opinion. The only house brave enough to be true rebels. Rebels who almost managed to conquer Casterly Rock.
But as the song went, "but now the rains weep o'er his hall, and no one there to hear."
Nora hates that song. Not "hates" like "I've heard it so many times I hate it." She despises it. The song made by those pompous fuckers about how they destroyed her family.
Tywin Lannister must have thought he killed all of her family, and he was close. As close as the Reynes were to capturing Casterly Rock. But just as the Reynes forgot about a young soldier who would succeed his father, the same soldier forgot about a young pregnant woman with a child in her belly.
"In a coat of gold, or a coat of red, a lion still has its claws," Nora quotes to the silent room.
Nora's mother died last week. At her funeral, Nora was the only person to attend. This was when they lived in Winterfell. Everyone from Dorne to the Wall had forgotten about the last two Reynes left in the world. One day Nora will return to Castamere to see if the myths are correct, if it never stops raining out of sorrow.
"And mine are long, and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours."
The detention room is exactly like a tomb. Nora finds it amusing, in the same way her fucked up sense of humor skewers. It's like this school, owned by the Lannisters, is trying to swallow her up and extinguish the last traces of House Reyne left in this world.
Nora's mother wanted her to take the surname Algood, another house from the Westerlands, so the Lannisters who sit on the throne won't bother her. Nora refused. She believes, even to this day, that if she is executed like the rest of her family, she will do it with the name Reyne.
Is someone supposed to come tutor me or something? Nora wonders. Not that she cares. Nora is failing all her classes. She knows soon she will be kicked out again, and since her mother isn't there to put her in another school, Nora will most likely spend the rest of her teenage life in the streets of King's Landing until she can rustle up enough money to get to Castamere.
For the past two days Nora has been blowing off homework to draw a poster of House Reyne's sigil, a red lion on a silver crest. Most of the septas here are too stupid to realize it's not a gold Lannister lion, so they don't bother her. It's Nora's little rebellion.
Nora is tall with what a woman once called "Lannister-gold" hair. Nora cut off two feet of her beautiful blonde hair shortly after hearing that. She was nine at the time. Luckily she has the straight, not curly hair, and dark blue eyes special to the Reynes, which is really the only thing keeping her from facial disfiguration.
There is a tepid knock on the door, and a girl walks in. She's a bit younger than Nora, her clothes more expensive and her posture perfect, her eyes wide and fringed with thick lashes like a baby doll's. But that's not what Nora notices first. She only sees the mop of curly gold hair and emerald eyes, and her blood boils.
"I'm Myrcella Baratheon," says Myrcella Baratheon quietly, "and I'm to be your tutor."
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