Lyanna woke on the morning of her wedding to knocking on her door and the growling from Winter which came after the knocking. She groaned, rolled over and wrapped her sheets around her tighter. She closed her eyes tight, willing herself to go back to sleep, to sleep through the day. She didn't want to get up, she just wanted to stay in her feather bed forever and not have to marry Jeoffrey. She ignored the persistant knocking, until the knocker let themselves in.

Lyanna turned in her bed again to face the door. She saw three girls stood there, looking at her. She could only guess that they were hand maidens sent to help dress her. She groaned and turned away from them.

"Go away," she said tiredly. She closed her eyes again, blocking out the sun which was glaring though the thin drapes, pulled closed over her balcony window. Lyanna hadn't looked at her chambers much since they arrived a week ago as she knew she would soon be moving into one which would be much bigger with Jeoffrey once they were wed.

"Please, my lady, we've been sent to help you get ready, you'll get married in three hours," one of them said to her, walking closer to the bed. Lyanna turned again to face her to se the hand maiden stood by her bed was about sixteen, almost two years older than Lyanna. She had tanned, olive skin with dark hair, plaited around her head in a southern style. If this girl was here to get Lyanna ready, Lyana hoped and prayed that she wouldn't do a southern hair style on her.

Lyanna groaned and pulled herself up. She couldn't help but remember that, when she struggled to wake up for training in Winterfell, Jon or Robb would throw ice water or snow on her to try and wake her. She missed mornings like that. After today, she would never be woken up like that ever again.

The morning passed in a blur as the three hand maidens washed her in a tub of hot water in her room. Lyanna, though warned by the hand maidens that she would scold herself, got into the bathtub whilst the water was still boiling hot. Strangely to Lyanna, the water felt normal and not like it should be burning her skin off.

Lyanna shrugged the strange occurrence of the water off, saying "Winterfell was built on hot springs, every bath I took there was boiling,"

"Do you miss it there, my lady?" the dark haired girl asked her as she washed Lyanna's hair.

"Of course I do, my whole life, my entire family is in the north, but I'm sure I'll go back," Lyanna could have gone into more detail about how much she missed it but she felt like she'd be burdening her hand maidens with her pain.

As she got out of the tub, her hair freshly washed and pinned up as it was still wet, Lyanna saw what she would be wearing. It was a long white corset dress made out of a rich fabric she didn't recognise. Embroidered black wolf heads decorated the middle of the dress on her waistline whilst the rich fabric pooled out at the bottom in a lacey pattern. It was a beautiful dress which actually looked like it would suit her, unlike most things which she wore in King's Landing. Everything she had worn up to that point would have looked better on Sansa or even Arya.

She let the three girls dress her, lacing up the back of the dress tightly, so tight Lyanna's chest felt constricted. "I can't breathe," She complained, out of breath already.

"Would you rather look beautiful for the prince or be able to breathe?" the youngest one said, pulling the lace tighter.

"Obviously breathe, you have your priorities all wrong," She groaned, trying to take in deep breaths. She sat down by the vanity table as there was another knock on the door. She turned to see her sisters come in. They were both dressed, Sansa in a blue dress and Arya in a dark grey dress. Arya rarely wore dresses and the thought of the septa struggling to get Arya to wear it brought a smile to her face.

"Can I do your hair, -Anna?" Sansa asked her sister as Arya petted Winter. "Arya, the septa will kill you if you get that dress covered in wolf furs," Arya pulled a face which made Lyanna laugh and Sansa roll her eyes.

"Of course," Lyanna said to her sister, dismissing the three hand maidens. "Arya, be careful, Winter is shedding far more than usual, I think its because of the heat," Lyanna felt Sansa's hands pull at her dried hair, beginning to braid it. "No southern styles Sansa, I don't care if their fashionable, I don't like them,"

Lyanna saw her sister nodding the mirror as she braided her hair tight, pulling far too tight. "You must be excited," Sansa said as she braided.

"More like scared," Lyanna laughed. Arya laughed with her but Sansa didn't.

"Promise me you'll be good to the prince, you're ever so lucky you'll marry him, I think every woman in Westeros envies you," Sansa said, twisting Lyanna's hair, making her flinch.

"I'll only be good to him if he's good to me," Lyanna frowned. She had already decided that she would never roll over and give Jeoffrey what ever he wanted. "I'm not just going to roll over and let him use me as some whore or heir-giver," Lyanna shook her head slightly at the thought of it. "Arya how's your training going?"

Arya, who had started 'water-dancing' lessons with a sword artist. Lyanna wasn't the only one Jon had given a weapon to. Where Lyanna got a bow, Arya got a sword, a skinny, light blade forged by Mikken back at Winterfell. "I love it," she said, wrestling with Winter as the wolf tried to lick her face.

"I knew you would, we'll have to spar once you get good enough, I haven't trained in ages," Lyanna told her sister which made her grin.

"Are you sure Joffrey would let you spar, you are a lady and his wife after today?" Sansa said, making both Lyanna and Arya roll their eyes.

"I don't give a damn what Jeoffrey thinks, I may be his wife in a few hours but that doesn't make him my master and I his slave,"

Silence fell among the room but it was comfortable. Sansa worked, puling at Lyanna's hair, twisting it into a braid. Arya tried not to get Winter's fur on her dress. Lyanna tried not to think about her life with Jeoffrey in a few years. She couldn't help but daydream about him as king and her as queen. Somehow this thought didn't make her feel any happier.

"Finished," Sansa said proudly, holing up a mirror so Lyanna could see it. Sansa had braided her hair into long plaits and then looped them around into one bun which almost looked like a flower. It was beautiful as it was, until Sansa tucked a blue, northern rose into the center of the braid. Ity looked beautiful and Lyanna felt beautiful too, a feeling she hardly ever got.

"Sansa, it looks beautiful," Lyanna said honestly. "If I was good at doing hairstyles I'd repay the favour for when you get married,"

"If I get married," Sansa said, smiling slightly. Lyanna could tell that she was still bitter about the fact she couldn't marry the prince. Lyanna smiled slightly at her sister, not knowing what to say. Sansa's sadness about Lyanna's betrothal was mostly felt at Winterfell, but Lyanna and Arya often saw Sansa glaring at the king only slightly, as it was his fault she wouldn't be queen.

For the third time that day, there was a knock on the door. Lyanna was tired of knocking and wanted to tell whoever it was to go away. Lyanna got up and went to the door, pulling it open quickly, ready to tell the knocker to go away but it was a different story when she opened it and saw who was stood there.

Robb and Theon.

"Robb!" She screamed, throwing her arms around Robb's neck. She pulled away, before hugging Theon as well. "Theon! Seven hells, what are you doing here?"

"Do you honestly think I would miss my little sister's wedding?" Robb grinned at her. He went to ruffle her hair but she ducked out of her reach. "We rode up alone so we'd get here in time,"

Arya pounced on their brother in happiness, laughing. "I'm glad you came!" she cheered.

"Bran," Lyanna said quickly. "How's Bran? Is he okay? Is he-"

"Calm down, -Anna, he's fine, he's fine," Theon said as Lyanna took a sigh of relief. She had heard that her brother was awake but she had no idea what condition he was in.

"Well, not fine, he's lost the use of his legs and I think he's bored out of his mind not being able to ride or climb anymore," Robb said quietly. Lyanna could tell that it pained him to talk about their little brother as much as it did her.

"You look beautiful, my lady," Theon smirked at her.

"Is that what you would say to your future queen?" Lyanna joked at him, grinning like she hadn't done in what felt like an age.

"Key word there is future, my lady, you aren't the queen yet," Theon said to her.

"I hope never to be queen, I hear the people of King's Landing call me the Queen of the Wall, ironic that I've never been to the Wall," Lyanna told them both.

The siblings sat around and spoke for what felt like hours until sudden realisation hit Lyanna. "Robb, does father know you're here?"

"No, not yet, I don't really want to either, he left me in charge of Winterfell and I just left, mother isn't even there," Robb explained, just as their father walked into her bedroom.

"-Anna, are you read- Robb, Theon, what in seven hells are you doing here?" Lord Stark exclaimed, seing his oldest son and his ward sat on Lyanna's bed.

"I wasn't going to miss my sister's wedding now, was I?" Robb raised his eyebrows, smiling slightly at his last two words.

Their father looked at Robb seriously for a moment, before hitting his eldest's arm gently, smiling whilst he did it. "Very well," he sighed at Robb and Theon. "You head back to Winterfell in two days, is that clear? You shouldn't have left Bran and Rickon,"

Robb nodded at their father before Lord Stark said, "The carriages are downstairs, girls, go down with Robb and Theon, Lyanna and I are going alone,"

Arya, Robb and Theon gave Lyanna a hug whilst Sansa wished her luck but neither could stop the squirming feeling at the bottom of her stomach. Lyanna didn't want to go to the Sept. She didn't want to get married but here she was, about to get married to a prince who would probably be the worst husband ever.

"You look like my sister," he said quietly, almost sadly. "Are you okay, Lya?" Eddard asked her, seeing Lyanna's anxious face after the Stark's and Theon left.

"I feel sick and I want to go back to Winterfell, but apart from that," Lyanna sighed out, feeling the panic set in. "No, I'm not alright,"

Lyanna felt her father grab her shoulder and pull her into his chest, rubbing his hand on her back. "I would be lying if I said I wanted this for you,"

"I would be lying if I said I wanted this," Lyanna said into Lord Stark's chest. He chuckled at her slightly before he began speaking again.

"I love you Lyanna like you are one of my trueborn children," Ned continued. "I did not want this for you, to get married off to some high born man just to create a stronger alliance with a house. For Sansa and Arya maybe, but I never wanted you to marry, I never thought you would want to and I never wanted to force you. However, there is no getting out of it now and I am sorry that this is happening to you.

"I don't know of the future for you and Joffrey. If you do not like it, you could always get in a horsing accident, or so Jeoffrey would think," He had a small smile on his face as he said the last part.

Lyanna pulled away, smirking a little. "Are you, a man of honour, suggesting faking death to get out of a marriage?"

"I might be, but that is for the future, now come, you don't want to be late for your own wedding," Lord Stark linked his arm through Lyanna's, leading her out of her room and down the corridor.

Eddard had originally planned to not tell Lyanna the truth about her mother. He planned to tell nobody, to keep his secret about her safe forever, to take it to his grave if it meant that no one would know that Lyanna was truly a Targaryen, even Lyanna herself. But Benjen knew, he had to know, and even if Ned hadn't told him, he'd have seen him in Lya. Now Catelyn knew as well and he was almost certain Maester Luwin knew, ever since he saw her dark violet eyes. That was three people, so he had to tell Lyanna. It was unfair on her to not know the truth. Ned knew it would break her heart to know she wasn't his daughter, which was why her that day as not the day to tell her but someday soon, she would have to know of her dragon's blood.

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Hey guys!

Sorry this is so late, but I've had a few exams recently at school and I've been really busty with family stuff and stuff at my drama group, I literally haven't had a spare second this week! However, I got my predicted grades for my GCSE's, and alls good in the world right now, so I thought I'd upload tonight!

I hope you liked this chapter, I just had to make Robb come back into it as it's my last opportunity, so I hope you guys enjoyed his appearance.

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~Olivia