Lyanna sighed, wiping away her tears as she sat next to Bran, holding his hand whilst he laid unconscious in his bed. It had been three days since he fell and he had not woken up since. Maester Luwin had tended to him but all they could do was wait. Neither Lyanna's father nor Lady Stark had left his side and the Stark and Snow siblings had been taking it in turns sitting with him.

Today was Lyanna's turn, and it seemed fitting since Lyanna, Arya, Sansa and their father were riding south to King's Landing. Lyanna didn't want to go and she could tell Arya and their father didn't either. Sansa was the only one who was looking forward to getting to the capital.

It wasn't just the fact that when she got there, Lyanna would have to get married to Jeoffrey. Everything about leaving Winterfell was terrible. She would miss the walls which would occasionally erupt steam because of the hot springs the castle was built on. She would miss the snow. She would miss dinner with her whole family. She would miss going for rides with Robb, Theon, Jon and Bran. She would even miss Lady Stark.

Lyanna looked out of the window and she could see the royal party beginning to stir, preparing itself for the long ride ahead. She could not see the king, queen, their children or either of the Lannister brother's but she could tell that they would be leaving soon.

"I'll miss you Bran," Lyanna sighed, trying to force away tears. "I will miss sparring with you; you were easy to beat. I'll miss riding with you, listening to you complain about your pony. I'm sorry you fell, Bran. I wish you were with Jon and I that day and I wish I had been there to catch you,"

That was when Lady Stark came into the room. She looked more miserable than usual, especially when she saw Lyanna. Except her expression seemed more of a sudden realisation, like she had suddenly seen her properly for the first time in Lyanna's whole life. "What are you doing here?" she asked her husband's bastard.

"Saying goodbye, my lady, we're leaving in a few hours," Lyanna explained, before turning back to Bran. "I'm sorry Bran, I wish I could be here for when you wake up but I promise you I will visit when I can, when the wedding is over and done with. But if I promise that, I need you to promise to me that you will wake up and get better, okay?"

Lyanna got up and wiped away the tears that she hadn't realised had fallen. "I wish I didn't have to leave him," Lyanna admitted to Lady Stark. "I wish I didn't have to leave full stop,"

Lady Stark then did something which she had never done before to Lyanna; Catelyn engulfed Lyanna into a hug. It felt surprisingly warm and caring, even if she could tell Lady Stark still did not like her much.

"Good luck, Lyanna, watch over Sansa and Arya for me," Lady Stark said quietly.

Lyanna left Lady Stark alone with Bran as she headed for her bedroom to finish packing. She had been far too distracted with making the most out of the time she had left with her brother's, packing properly had slipped her mind. It was not like she had lots of things to pack. She was getting all new clothes in King's Landing, as the few dresses she had few woollen and sewn to keep her warm and were far too thick for King's Landing's warm weather and her other shirts and trousers were far too scruffy for the prince's betrothed to wear, or so Queen Cersei said.

This left Lyanna throwing her riding clothes into her trunk as well as her two formal, summer dresses which were almost as old as Rickon. Lyanna packed mostly books, and a pair of black, woollen gloves she had made with the septa. As she was sorting out the few parts of jewellery she owned, Lyanna heard a quiet knock at the door.

Winter, who had been asleep on Lyanna's bed woke and began howling at the knocking. Lyanna didn't answer but instead the door opened, revealing Jon, holding an object wrapped in a cloth.

"Jon, I was about to come find you," Lyanna lied, avoiding eye contact with her brother. She didn't want to say goodbye to Jon as she knew it would be far too hard. Though she wouldn't see him, maybe ever again, she could not bring herself to say goodbye, maybe forever, to her twin brother and best friend.

"I was looking for you, I wanted to give you something," Jon said, almost sadly as he handed her the package. Lyanna took it in her hands, feeling the cloth.

She pulled the cloth away to see a beautiful golden bow, with three silver arrows. The bow itself wasn't golden, it only appeared that way because of the colour of the glossed wood, but it was embedded with silver gems, shining in the light. The string looked strong and sturdy, like they had been threaded properly, not like the ones she had always practiced with. The arrows were also beautiful, with silver bodies and black flights and arrow heads.

Lyanna placed the bow and arrows onto her bed and threw her arms around Jon's neck, pulling him in close for a hug, crying onto his shoulder. "Thank you, Jon," she said, her voice muffled by his furs.

Jon chuckled at her, pulling away. "Its my pleasure, lady Stark, you're going to be the queen one day, which means you deserve a proper bow," he teased her slightly, calling her by her new title.

Lyanna picked the bow back up and stretched the string out, standing in the proper stance. The pull was perfect and it was made in the way that it could be tightened if need be. She examined the engraved detail on the wood to she that there were wolves imprinted at the top, along with snowflakes and what she guessed as crows and stags. It was almost like the bow was telling her life story, how she started off as Lyanna Snow, then Lyanna Stark, how she wished to become a crow (a night's watchman) and how, one day soon, she'd become Lyanna Baratheon.

"I have nothing to give you, I'm sorry, Jon," she said before getting an idea. Lyanna went over to her half packed trunk and pulled out the poorly made gloves. She handed them to her brother before blushing. "Except these, they're really crap but I won't be wearing them in King's Landing. I had to make them for the septa when I told her I was done with her lessons. She told me that as long as I could make a pair of gloves which would keep me halfway warm would mean I've learnt at least something from her. I made them, but whether they'll keep you warm at Castle Black is the real test," she laughed at herself whilst Jon smirked at her.

"Don't kill the prince," Jon joked.

"Don't freeze," Lyanna smirked as her brother hugged her again.

"When I'm the queen, I'll do a royal visit to castle Black, every year, I promise," Lyanna said quietly through tears.

"Maybe if I don't make a ranger, I could do what father's friend Yoren does and ride to King's Landing every month to empty out the dungeons and bring men to the Wall," Jon suggested, which made Lyanna smile. "I wish I could come for your wedding,"

"I'm still in denial about it," Lyanna admitted. "Have you seen Bran yet?"

Jon shook his head. "I'm going to go see him now," he hugged her, pulling her close once again. He pulled away and kissed her cheek. "I'll see you soon, little sister," He said quietly as he walked out of the door.

Lyanna sighed, examining the bow she had been given. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever been given and she knew that she would treasure it. She wrapped it and the arrows back up in the cloth before sliding it into her half-full trunk, closing the lid and locking it. Lyanna wrapped a thick, fur cloak around her white woollen dress. She grabbed Winter's leather lead and clipped it onto her collar whilst picking her trunk up. Though it was not heavy, it was large and, just as she came to the conclusion that she would need help with it, Theon came into her room, smirking.

"Your father sent me to help you with your trunk, my lady," He grinned at her before taking the light trunk into his own arms. "Are you sure the horses will be able to take this much weight, you've packed so much stuff," he joked sarcastically whilst Lyanna hit him on the arm lightly.

"Don't call me 'my lady' Theon," Lyanna rolled her eyes as they began to walk though the corridors of the castle, Lyanna's grip on Winter's lead tight. "I'm still a bastard, legitimised or not,"

"Get used to formalities, Lya" he advised. "They'll be inescapable when you get to King's Landing, especially when you're married,"

As the reached the court yard, Lyanna could see the royal party preparing to leave. Theon led her to a wagon where Sansa and Arya were stood before lifting her trunk onto the back of it, where her sister's belongings were already strapped.

"Are you ready to go?" Arya asked her to which Lyanna shook her head.

"Theon, where's Robb?" Lyanna asked, which led to Theon linking her arm though his, leading her to where her eldest brother was in the edge of the courtyard, talking to Jon and their uncle Benjen.

Robb saw his sister and smiled softly and Benjen did the same.

"Good luck in the capital, Lyanna, and if you ever feel like running away, the Wall will always have a place for you," He said, hugging his niece. Lyanna felt like all she had done that day was hug and be hugged. Benjen pulled away and walked off to where his horse was, followed by Jon.

"I'm sad to see you leave, Lya," Robb admitted to her.

"And so you should be, I am your sister," she laughed. Robb's hand went into his fur cloak and he pulled out a small, ruby handled dagger, holding the blade in his gloved hand, the hilt pointing to Lyanna.

"Take it, I want you to keep it on you at all times," Robb explained as Lyanna took the dagger, examining the blade. "King's Landing is a dangerous place and you need to be able to defend yourself,"

"Thank you, Robb," Lyanna whispered, feeling tears bud in her eyes. "I guess I won't see you until after I'm married, but keep Winterfell safe, and look after Bran and Rickon, okay?"

"Farewell, Lyanna," Robb said, pulling Lyanna into another hug. Robb gave her a much warmer hug than his mother had given her, which proved that Robb truly cared for her, unlike Lady Stark.

"Goodbye, Lord Stark," She said quietly before turning to Theon. "Make sure you don't do anything stupid, Greyjoy," She smirked at him. All her life, she had viewed Theon as her brother like Robb, Jon, Bran and Rickon, despite the fact they weren't related. He had been a good friend over the years, even with his sarcastic sense of humour.

Lyanna heard Sansa call her name so she turned away from Robb and Theon, slipping the dagger into her pocket. She pulled Winter along, who was pining to get back to Robb. She herself wanted to go back to Robb and Theon too, she wanted to hug her brother more, she wanted to embrace Theon and, most of all, she wanted to stay in Winterfell.

Lyanna was forced into riding along in the carriage with Arya, Sansa, the septa and their dire wolves, with Snow tied to the front, pulling them along with the rest of the royal party. As they were slowly leaving Winterfell, the only home Lyanna ever knew, Lyanna finally felt the tears come. She had not been able to cry since she had ran away and was found by Benjen. She had kept a brave face on for the last week, repressing all the negative thoughts, all the festering feelings of hatred to the prince, all of the anger to her father for agreeing. But now, as they left, Lyanna didn't have to pretend anymore. Except for her sisters, father and a few of her father's guards, Lyanna was now completely alone in a land full of Lannister's, liars and whores. Most of the people she cared about enough to not let them see her cry were all in Winterfell. There was no point staying strong anymore, she was going to be married to Joffrey, her life was already signed away.

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Hey everyone!
I'm home from my holiday in Lanzarote now, which is really kinda sad for me (I wanna go back!) I had such a great time but I couldn't get this story out of my head the entire time!
Please leave a vote or a comment if you enjoyed this chapter. I hope to get back into a proper update schedule soon, maybe this time posting once every fortnight instead of once a week.
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~Olivia