The wedding date was set for a week after the two decided to get engaged. It would be low-key, small, just the Tyrells. After telling Willas about her desire to take the north back from the Boltons, Lyanna had Willas promise her that they would say their vows again in Winterfell in the Godswood with what was left of her family to bear witness.

Ned had given Lyanna away at her first wedding, but now he was gone, the honour should be given to her brother. She wanted so badly for Jon to present her to Willas in the Sept, but he was so far north. Not even King Tommen knew about this wedding in order to keep Lyanna's presence in Westeros quiet, especially from Cersei, so it was impossible for her family to get to High Garden. Instead, she had asked Eryk to walk her down the aisle. He was practically family. If Alize was her sister, then he was her brother, and it seemed only fair to ask him after everything they'd been through.

For her wedding to Joffrey, her wedding dress had been beautiful, but tight. Not once had she been able to take a deep breath whilst wearing it. This time, when talking to the tailors with Margaery about what she wanted, she made sure to say buttons and lace. The last dress was not only impractical but was far too regal. Last time she was marrying a prince, this time she was marrying her love, and she didn't have to make herself look like a princess for him to marry her.

The last wedding had been centred around her house and Joffrey's houses. She had so much pride in being a Stark -and having Targaryen blood- just as Willas had pride in being a Tyrell, but this wedding saw no need of sigils. Last time was to join houses, this time the marriage was for love. They didn't need to show off that they were from great houses to be in love.

The morning of the wedding, Lyanna woke up early, butterflies in her stomach. Her hands shook constantly as she tried to pour herself a glass of water, and even then she could barely swallow, only managing tiny sips. She hadn't been this nervous before with Joffrey, maybe that was because she didn't care then, and she was almost four years younger when she married Joffrey. Marrying Joffrey was like signing her life away, like saying there would be no more happiness for her after that point, but marrying Willas was starting a whole new life.

A knock on the door meant that her new handmaids were now waiting to get her ready. This pulled on her heartstrings, as this was the moment last time that she met Alize. No one would replace Alize for her, but she just hoped that whoever was coming now could plait hair just as good as her. When the door opened she half expected irony and coincidence to provide her with one of Alize's sisters as her new handmaiden, but instead it was an olive skinned woman around the same age of herself, and a red haired, tall teenaged girl. Lyanna wasn't disappointed, but the handmaiden simply reminded her that she still had to find Alize's family.

The new girls didn't talk much, clearly very shy, instead just getting straight on with getting Lyanna ready. When it came to her hair, one of them brought in a crown of flowers. A mix of delicate creams and soft, northern blues woven into a wedding crown with a long, lacy veil attached at the back was placed gently onto her head after the girls had woven her hair into gentle braids, leaving majority of it down, flowing out into long, natural waves. It was hard for Lyanna to remember her previous hairstyle, once mad and curly, then short and severe to her jaw. Now it was long again, but calmer, making her look less childlike and more like the strong, mature woman she is.

Then it was the dress. It was golden ivory and was long, pooling out at her feet, decorated with lacy details of flowers. At the shoulders, two long veil-like trains flowed out, long enough to match with the rest of the dress. The belt was silver, woven together like vines, but with the Stark wolf at the middle. The belt meant that despite all the finery, she could attach her dagger to it; it had been Robb's and so she wanted a piece of her brothers with her when she married.

A slight knock on the door made Lyanna jump. When it opened, Eryk came in quite timidly. He always looked a little bit lost since the death of Alize. He was dressed finely too, in grey and gold robes, one of Alize's rings hanging on a chain abound his neck.

"Lya, are you ready?"  He asked, almost carefully.

"I think so," she glanced at the two handmaidens who nodded at her. "I'm so scared, Eryk,"

"I'm scared for you too, Lya, marriage is terrifying, even if you do love the person," Erik agreed. "Scared or not though, you love Willas, and he adores you. He looks at you as if you singlehandedly make the world turn around. You two are going to be happy, and you both deserve it. Now come on, their waiting for you in the sept,"

Lyanna nodded, taking Eryk's arm as she followed him out of the room, Winter at her heel (who had been allowed to sleep in the castle since the engagement). The two of them and the dire wolf walked down the corridors through High Garden, Lyanna taking deep breaths as she felt the nerves for her new life set in.

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Their hands tied together in a delicate golden cloth, Lyanna cloaked under Willas' protection, they began to speak.

"Father, Warrior, Smith, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger," they spoke, looking at each other, both of them smirking. "I am his, he is mine, from this day until my last day,"

"With this kiss, I pledge my love," Willas grinned down at her, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss onto her lips. "And take you for my lady and wife,"

"And I take you for my husband," she beamed at him, as the two turned back to the septon.

"Let it be known that Lyanna of houses Stark and Targaryen and Willas of house Tyrell are one heart, one flesh one soul, from this day until their last day," the septon spoke, untying their hands.

As soon as Lyanna felt the cloth fall from her wrist, she practically jumped up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a close embrace. Willas laughed in a mix of shock and love, and when she pulled away, he gave her another kiss on the lips, which she gladly returned, a large, happy grin still on her face. Though she blushed when she heard the applause of Willas' family, those who were standing witness, she didn't care. They were her family now too, Garlan, Loras and Margaery as much her siblings as Jon, Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon.

After the ceremony it was back to High Garden for the celebratory feast. The food was the best she had ever eaten, the wine was sweet and the music was great. At one point in the night Willas and Lyanna danced together, despite the struggle with his bad leg, and it as the best moment of her life, being held so close to the man she loved as he stroked her hair, whispering in her ear about how much he loved her.

Near the end of the night, Lyanna began to feel anxiety bubbling up as she remembered her last wedding, and how all the men in attendance had carried her off to her room with Joffrey, taking off her clothes and making crude comments about her and her body. She remembered every night and day after that where Joffrey took advantage of her as his wife. She remembered the torture he put her through in front of the whole court. She found herself feeling increasingly nervous at the thought of these memories and it was becoming quite obvious in the way she was acting. She was biting her lip, knotting her fingers together, jogging her leg up and down, to the extent that Willas put his hand on her knee, making her jump.

"Lyanna my love, are you alright?" he frowned nervously. She nodded, making him frown more. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." she muttered, almost distractedly. "Look, Willas, I didn't really have the best exeriences being married the first time, and with the evening drawing ever later, it's starting to catch up on me a bit. I'm just feeling a bit... overwhelmed at what I know is inevitable,"

"-Anna, are you talking about the bedding?" He asked, and even the mention of it made her tense up. "Oh, my love, please don't worry about that. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, I know how much has happened to you over the years and I in no way want to force you into doing anything which would hurt you or in anyway remind you of being hurt. I love you, Lyanna, and you're my wife, I only want to make you happy,"

At this, Lyanna felt all of her nerves slip away as a small smile began to form on her face again. He did love her, enough to wait for her. She loved him too. If she loved him, surely all her other experiences didn't matter, because now it was all about him and her. With this in mind, she stood and took his hand, smiling down at him.

"Do you mind if we..." She began, and he got the hint, rising from his seat, gripping onto her hand and his cane and began to lead her out of the hall without the rest of the family noticing, down towards their new quarters.

When the two of them got to the room, Lyanna sighed as she went to sit down on the feather bed. Willas sat down next to her, placing his hand on her knee gently, lovingly trying to reassure her that her anxiety was for no reason.

"Can I ask you something?" Lyanna asked nervously.

"Of course," Willas frowned.

"How many women have you been with?"

"Honestly? None," he sighed, offering her a small smile. "I'd never visited a brothel before my accident, and about six months after, Garlan complained about how I was still down in the dumps. So, one evening he took me out, saying that a visit to see the finest ladies of the Reach would cheer me up and make me feel like a man again. I got there, and Garlan found me a pretty blonde. She took me off to one off the rooms, took her clothes off and began to kiss my neck.

"I'd never really thought about intimacy, although that seemed odd. My father, until then, made sure my focus was on becoming a good knight, I didn't have much time to think about girls. So when this pretty blonde began to kiss me and take my shirt off me, my mind went to my future responsibility as Lord of High Garden. I thought about how in a few years after, my father would arrange a marriage for me of great convenience for the Reach, and how the pretty lady I would marry would be expected to remain a virgin for me to bring her family honour.

"It didn't seem fair for me to be with this whore, as lovely as she seemed, whilst my future wife would be judged and shamed for the same actions. I told the blonde to stop, and I left Garlan there that night, and made a promise to myself that I would wait until I married the beautiful maid who had saved herself for me to save myself for her. It seemed like the right thing to do, the honourable thing to do,"

"I'm sorry to disappoint," Lyanna felt awful, she wasn't a virgin, she wasn't the maiden he had waited for. Her history with Joffrey made her unworthy.

At her words, Willas turned to face her, his hand moving up to stroke her cheek, making her look at him. She gazed into his eyes as her stomach turned with butterflies. She was still nervous, but she felt the feelings of love flourishing inside of her.

"Lyanna, I never want you to think you disappoint me," he said, almost fiercely, his hand still on her cheek. "You are the most amazing person I have ever met, and I love you more than life itself, and the fact that you are here, the fact you love me and you're my wife is enough for me. You were worth the wait,"

Lyanna took in a deep breath as she stood and began to unpin her hair, placing her flower crown and veil aside. Letting her long brown hair flow down her back, she began to unbutton her dress, letting it fall away from her body, leaving her bare and naked in front of him. She swallowed nervously as she felt his eyes on her, and then, as if he knew it was making her feel anxious, he began to take off his own clothes.

When he stood in front of her, naked as her, she felt all her nerves slip away, especially as she began to kiss him, feeling her anxiety turn to passion. Soon the kissing turned into hands roaming each other's bodies, which then turned into Lyanna leading him to their bed, where she let all of her lust and infatuation out onto her husband.

For the first time in years, Lyanna felt worth something, and more importantly, she felt loved.

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