Word had come that Willas and the rest of the Tyrell's who hadn't fought would arrive at Winterfell by morning, and so Lyanna had spent all night tossing and turning, far too excited to sleep. She rose early in the morning too, taking her time on her appearance as she dressed herself in a black dress Sansa had sewn for her, the only colour on it being the red embroidery running around the high collar in the shape of Stark wolves. The dress flared out at her hips, but was also loose around her stomach where her baby was swelling, though it wasn't too noticeable yet. Lyanna threw a grey fur cloak around her shoulders, a cloak sewn like one Lord Stark used to wear, the only difference being the colour.

After her clothes, Lyanna began to braid her hair up into a bun but eventually gave up. Willas always preferred her hair down anyway. Giving up, Lyanna let her hair fall down in loose waves around her shoulders. She looked quite regal, Lyanna considered, and then remembered Robb's crown, the one that had been found by one of the bannermen and given to her, seeing it glint on the cushion she'd left it on top of on her desk. It had initially felt wrong to wear her brother's crown, the one he'd worn before he died, but the northerners liked it, and part of Lyanna couldn't help but feel honoured that they saw her on par to him, and saw her worthy enough for it, so she had begun to wear it with pride.

Carefully, she lifted the crown and placed it a top her head. The northmen had declared her their queen and it was time she showed them she was that. The crown was heavy and uncomfortable, but it had been Robb's. Lyanna was the first Queen in the North, and so she knew that if she wanted to be taken as seriously as her predecessors, she would have to show herself as strong of a monarch as they had been; she would wear Robb's crown, and wear it proudly.

Ready at last, Lyanna headed down to the courtyard, treading carefully to make sure the crown didn't slip off her head. After a while, she got used to it, and picked her pace up to a slight run, getting down to the courtyard just as the gates were opening.

"I believe that will be my brother, your grace," Garlan said with a slight smirk as he walked over to her. "I must say, you do look rather regal, trying to impress anyone?"

"Only your brother, Lord Tyrell," Lyanna spoke with the same smirk.

"No need to tell me your evening activities then," he mused with a small laugh, making Lyanna blush bright red.

That was when the Tyrell carriage rolled through, its bright green and golden detailing looking rather out of place and within the harsh stone environment of Winterfell. The harsh contrast made Lyanna worry slightly, realising that herself and Willas came from such different backgrounds. Would he like it in Winterfell? Would he like the North? Maybe he would regret the decision to move to her immediately, and would subsequently leave. She'd been apart from him for so long, she'd almost forgotten how much they loved each other, all of it seeming like a dream that had been far too sweet.

Even after the carriage stopped and the doors opened Lyanna felt the doubt building up in her, her stomach knitting together in nerves whilst the baby swirled about, feeling Lyanna's anxiety. Lyanna watched nervously as a little boy darted out of the doors before anyone could stop him, his mop of black hair flowing out as he ran like a mane. He didn't even stop, looking around Winterfell eagerly, as if he was thinking about all the exploring he could do, but when he saw Lyanna, he burst into a giddy grin and laugh, sprinting over to her.

Lyanna swooped down as he got close to her, enveloping her arms around him to hold him tight. He wrapped his little arms around her tightly as Lyanna remained crouched down over her Brandon protectively, the way she never had the chance to be to him before.

"Hello, little one," she spoke up eventually, kissing his cheek as she stood up, picking him up and resting the small boy onto her hip. "We're home at last. This is Winterfell, and this is where you belong,"

"Do I belong here to?"

A second person exited the carriage, and this time it was Willas. At the sight of him, Lyanna felt the smile on her face fall and instead of beaming to him the way she had done to Brandon, she felt tears begin to fall. She wasn't entirely sure why the sight of him made her cry, possibly because he looked the same as she had done before, preserved through High Garden's protection. Willas, whilst he had remained the same, would find Lyanna much changed.

"I've missed you, my love," he grinned at her as he limped to her. Lyanna, setting Brandon down on the floor, continued to cry, which made Willas laugh. "What are you crying for?"

"I don't know," she laughed through her tears, and as Willas pulled her into an embrace, he wiped the tear stains away with his thumb.

Lyanna did know why she was crying though; pregnancy hormones. She'd convinced herself that she wouldn't survive the battle to see him again, so now that he was standing right in front of her, in Winterfell, she couldn't help it. He laughed again, unknowing of their baby, pulling her closer, his hand stroking her hair.

"I see they've made you a queen," he said after pulling away, admiring her crown. "It suits you, does this mean I will have to bow and kiss your hand every time I see you now?"

"Yes, all the time," she said, putting on a serious tone jokingly. "But you knew you could kiss my hand before, in fact, I'd highy encourage you kissing me now,"

"With pleasure," he grinned, taking hold of her chin, pulling her face closer to his, so close she could feel his breath tickling her, just before he latched his lips onto hers.

"If you wouldn't mind putting the poor girl down," an older voice called, interupting the two of them. Lyanna laughed slightly whilst Willas erely rolled his eyes. The pair of them turned around to see Olenna Tyrell with Margaery, and Lyanna realised how much she had missed the women. "You've been in Winterfell for a mere few seconds and you're already attacking their Queen?"

"Grandmother please," Margaery grinned. "Oh, how we've all missed you Lyanna, just ignore her,"

"That's what Willas normally seems to do, how do you think we ended up here almost too late in battle?" Olenna Tyrell continued, and the three youngers smirked at her.

Lyanna broke away from her husband to hug the two other women, making sure not to embrace them long enough for them to feel the baby like Sansa had done after the battle. Margaery, however, didn't want to let go of her sister-by-law, instead holding her tightly as she looked around Winterfell, only to see a familiar girl running over.

"Sansa!" she called, moving away from Lyanna in surprise. The two younger women met, hugging each other immediately, laughing when they pulled away. "I missed you terribly in King's Landing. After you fled they all said you murdered Joffrey!"

Lady Olenna appeared exasperated at this, muttering something about no one giving her enough credit. Whilst Lyanna found it rather nice to just watch two of her favourite women interacting, she felt Willas' hand go to her waist, and when she looked up at him, she knew he wanted to see her alone. Understanding, without letting anyone else know, the two slipped off quietly, Lyanna leading Willas through Winterfell the way she had dreamed of.

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"So this was your old room then?" Willas asked as Lyanna led him to her old quaters she occupied as a bastard and a child.

The room was small, half the size of any of her other sibling's rooms, except for Jon's, who shared a corridor with Lyanna. Their rooms were across from each other, and so as children they'd always sneak into each other's rooms. Except for the bed, which was a straw matress compared to all the feather matresses in the south which Lyanna found far too soft, there was nothing to make the room stand out. However, there was a large, bay-like window, it's sill so wide Lyanna used to sit on it to read, the curtains providing her with a perfect hiding spot from the Septa when she was a young girl. The positioning of the chamber in Winterfell's towers also meant the window had one of the best views, meaning Lyanna was able to see half of Winterfell. It used to be great when Bran used to climb around the towers, since it meant that when they were looking for him, the Stark siblings could normally spot him from Lyanna's window.

As Queen, Lyanna had been expected to take Lord and Lady Stark's previous chambers, but part of her didn't want to even step foot in those quarters. They had been where her father worked and slept, where he took Lady Stark. It felt wrong to even consider making them hers, especially as she wasn't Lord Stark's true daughter. Instead, she offered Sansa the room, and decided to convert the other chambers on this corridor - except for Jon's room - into her suite; it felt right, like she was really home.

"It's not as grand as anything back in High Garden, but still..." she trailed off, looking around nostalgically before looking at Willas with a small, sad smile.

"I'm proud of you, you know," Willas smiled back at her, sitting down on the bed. Lyanna took a seat next to him, taking the crown off her head, stretching her aching neck. "What you've acomplished, it's amazing. I love you,"

"Willas... I love you too," she sighed, deciding that now was the perfect time to tell him about the baby. Taking a deep breath, she continued. "I have to tell you something,"

At this, she stood back up, and began to unbutton the top of her collar, so he would be able to see the scar from when she died. Willas shot up off the bed at the sight of the ugly scar, so quickly  he almost lost his balance. Lyanna grabbed his arms, forcing him back to sitting. She knelt down though, so he could see it better.

"I died, and I know that sounds dramatic, but the Night's Watchmen killed Jon and I," she began to explain, her voice shaking slightly. "I was resurrected be a Red Priestess shortly after she brought Jon back. I'm pretty much the same, except I'm always cold, and I know that this is hard to fully comprehend but this isn't the worst part,"

Willas' shaking hand reached out and stroked the scar genty, running his thumb over it lightly. He looked hearbroken, as if he had seen her truly die. He swallowed heavily, before meeting her eye again, his hand moving to hold her face, which was when Lyanna noticed he was about to cry.

"What could be worse?" he asked, his voice thick.

"Willas... I- I'm going to have a baby," she blurted out carefully. "It must have happened before I left, I never knew until after... the priestess Melisandre told me. She felt it when she was bringing me back. I'm sorry, Willas, I'm so sorry,"

"What?" he frowned, his eyes looking blank and disbelieving, though a small, shocked smile was crawling onto his face. "What? You're... Lyanna, my Lyanna... you- we..."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," she began to smile slightly, taking hold of his hands and pushing it to her belly. "But yes, I'm with child, and you're going to be a father,"

Willas shot up again, and so did Lyanna, placing her hands on his shoulders, watching him carefully, still unsure as to how he was reacting. He seemed to be in a state of shock, his whole body quivering ever so slightly, his eyes darting over Lyanna quickly. Lyanna herself couldn't help but laugh at him, seeing his utter astonishment though he still seemed unable to speak. Eventually, he regained himself enough to grab her face with both hands, hsi cane falling to the floor as he pulled her in for a kiss. Lyanna sunk into his embrace, kissing him back, biting his lip gently as his hands slipped down from her cheeks to her neck.

When he eventually pulled away, he looked at her in amazement again, moving his hands from her neck to her stomach, where he could see the slight swell through the fabrics of her dress.Lyanna moved her hands to hold his back, steadying his balance as his hands stroked her belly. Carefully, he knelt down so his face was on level to her stomach, and began to push gentle kisses against the bump.

"I love you," Lyanna said again before she could stop herself, kneeling beside him. "Thank you,"

"Thank you for what?"

"For... looking after me, for loving me," she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm not the easiest person to be married to, and I know these last few months have been hard being away from each other, but if anything they made me realise how much I do truly love you. I wish I had said it more before, but you're the first person to ever truly care for me and treat me nicely. I want to be with you forever,"

"You will, don't worry," he smiled, kissing her gently on her cheek. "I don't want to ever leave you. Queen Lyanna Stark-Tyrell, I will love you for as long as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, as long as the stars light up the night's sky. You, my little dragon in wolf's clothing, will forever be kept in my heart. I adore you,"

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Wowza that's the last official chapter of this story!
Don't worry though, the epilogues a two parter!
The end of this is so fluffy and cheesy I can't help but cringe in love for it so I hope you guys feel the same.
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~Olivia