Married life was suiting Lyanna well. They had been married for at least two weeks, and Lyanna had never been more content in herself and her life. All day was spent with Willas, their first day of marriage not even making it out of their quarters.

After being married to Joffrey, where she had no choice but to let him do what he wanted, Willas thought Lyanna wouldn't want to sleep with him straight away. He was ready to wait for her, even if they were married, for as long as it took to let her feel comfortable with him seeing her, let alone touching her. Yet, much to Willas' surprise and admiration, she did, almost as if to rewrite all the bad memories as soon as possible. Willas may not have taken her maidenhood, but she made sure that he knew he was the first man to have her trust and her love.

It was early morning, the sun only just rising when Lyanna woke. Her eyelids were still heavy with sleep as the sun began to shine through the drapes of their open window. She sat up, leaning on her arm, just to look at Willas. He was still sleeping, and the sight of his face made her heart ache with love. Though she was only nineteen, the age gap didn't bother her. He may be in his mid-twenties, but she loved him for his heart, as he did her. There had been worse age gaps in marriages, and in those there was no love.

Looking down at him, Lyanna smiled as she thought how lucky she was. After all the pain and suffering she had not so long ago, it seemed quite radical to imagine that everything had changed so much. She'd not been home in the north for almost four years, but had gained a new one in the reach, just how she had gained a new family with the Tyrell's since the loss of her own. She missed Robb with an aching heart, as well as Bran and Rickon, and she longed for the day she would see Jon, Sansa and Arya again, if they were alive still, but she cared for Garlan, Loras and Margaery how Willas did.

It was then that she noticed his eyelids opening, and as he caught sight of Lyanna through squinted vision, a smile played across his face. Lyanna lent down and placed a kiss on his lips, Willas putting his hands on her shoulders, pulling her down to him. She smirked as she laid back down alongside him, their faces so close they were touching, their noses Eskimo-kissing. The two grinned at each other as Lyanna sighed out contently.

"Good morning my beautiful Lady wife," he smiled gently.

"It's way past morning," Lyanna noted. "We should start getting up earlier, our wedding was weeks ago now,"

"Why should I get up and do the same monotony around High Garden when I could stay here with you?" He laughed gently. "You're far more interesting than anything this city has to offer, you and your stories. Tell me one now, my love?"

"How about the one where-" Lyanna offered, just as she heard a knock at the door.

"Ignore it, it's probably another request from my grandmother about having lunch with her, and there's only so many times I can do that in a week," Willas tried, but Lyanna simply rolled her eyes, pushing a kiss onto his lips, still open from talking, and got up, wrapping herself in a thin night robe.

Upon getting to the door, she opened it to see a handmaiden stood, her hands folded in front of her. As she saw Lyanna, she straightened, and cleared her throat.

"Lady Lyanna, there's a visitor for you from the capital, and he insists you see him as soon as you can," she said smoothly as Lyanna frowned.

"Who is this visitor?" Willas asked, moving to stand behind Lyanna.

"He gave no name, my lord, all he said was that it was urgent to talk with you," she said.

"Very well, just let me get dressed," Lyanna nodded, ignoring the churning feeling of nerves in her stomach as she turned away, shutting the door.

Lyanna slipped out of the robe she was wearing and into a light green wrap dress which fell to her ankles, pulling on her new black boots. She tied her hair up into a loose bun, strands of hair falling out at the sides almost elegantly. Turning to Willas, only to see his nervous expression at the prospect of her going to see a visitor from the capital, she smiled at him, lent over to plant a kiss on his forehead before attaching her weapons belt around her for the first time in almost two months.

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"Lady Lyanna, how wonderful it is to see you alive and well after so many years, and I must say congratulations on your marriage, you now not only hold the key to the north but the Reach," Lord Varys greeted her as she saw him in the courtyard of the gardens.

"Lord Varys, it's good to see you," Lyanna admitted smiling. If not for him, she'd probably never have gone east. "Thanks to you, I met my Aunt Daenerys, and gained enough experience in battle and combat to make me a far better soldier than a lady,"

"Not that your new husband minds, evidently," he gave her a knowing smirk, which made her blush. "You seem happier than you did the last time I saw you,"

"The last time you saw me, I had just watched the execution of my father and the murder of my son, and not long before that, I had been torturer, and before that I had been forced into a marriage that I did not want and was moved far away from my family and my home," Lyanna pointed out, almost sharply. "Time doesn't heal, it doesn't make you forget, but I've learnt to live with it, all the suffering I faced in King's Landing,"

Lyanna thought of the suffering she faced in the East. Alize's death, the battles, the slaves she saw being tortured. Lyanna knew suffering was all over the world, and she'd never escape it, but for now, she could ignore it, or at least she thought.

"I hate to bear you more bad news, especially after the recent death of your brother," he continued. "But after your sister disappeared after the Late King Joffrey died, it seems my little birds have found her in the North, getting ready to marry Ramsay Bolton,"

Lyanna felt her insides boil. Sansa and that bastard? A Bolton, those who murdered their brother and betrayed the north, soon to marry her little sister. This was Lyanna's fault, if only she hadn't left the capital Sansa wouldn't be in such a dangerous position.

"Why do you tell me this, Lord Varys? I only have a small force behind me and the north is so far away," she decided to play the game, hide the fact that in her mind, she had already decided to go north to rescue Sansa.

"I believe in you, because your father's blood makes you a natural leader in combat, and your mother's blood makes you a natural born ruler, both of which the kingdoms need, especially the north," Lord Varys spoke, as if she was some brave queen from a history book. "Your time in the east made you smarter, I'd have liked it if you'd have stayed there longer for your own safety, but now you're back Westeros needs you again, the north needs you again,"

Lyanna began to laugh. It all sounded so ridiculous. Back in the east, taking back the north seemed like a realist prospect, an achievable goal, but now she was here, it still seemed so far away. 

"You don't seem to understand how serious I am, Lady Stark," Varys leaned in closer to her, frowning. "Perhaps hearing it from me complicates it too much for you, so maybe one of my friends here could explain it better to you,"

As he finished, he gestured a beckon, and two people walked forward from around the corner, a young woman and a little boy, around at least three. 

The woman had a delicate face, like a porcelain doll, with thin lips, a small nose and a soft jaw line. She was tall and skinny, with long brown hair styled up in a southern do. Despite the differences, Lyanna recognised her immediately.

This was Siane, Alize's younger sister.

Holding her hand was the little boy, who had a mop of black hair, a long shaggy fringe hiding most of his face, though Lyanna could still make out what would grow and mature into a big nose and strong jaw like her own. She could also see through the thick hair a pair of indigo eyes, the exact same as her own.

Eyes, nose, hair, jaw.

Everything was the same as hers, but smaller, younger, more male-looking, despite his young age.

He looked just like her.

This little boy also looked like a much younger version of the man she'd seen in a vision at the House of the Undying of her son in Kings Landing with Daenerys.

There was only one person who could look like this, and he had been dead for a long time.

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