Winter was waiting for Lyanna when she returned to the main tent. So was Eryk, who dropped his guard as soon as she came in, practically throwing himself at her, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"I knew you'd come back! I knew you would!" He cheered, hitting her on the back. "The city is Khaleesi's then? The slaves-"

"They're liberated, real people now, like you," Lyanna grinned, still high on adrenaline, hitting his arm.

She pulled away, kneeling to greet the dire wolf. Winter was almost at Lyanna's hip now, no longer the runt pup they found in the wolfs wood, and so as she bounded over to Lyanna, her large paws hit her shoulders and knocked her to the ground. Eryk jumped out of the way, almost being knocked over by her wagging tail. Her tongue placed sloppy kisses on Lyanna's face as she laughed, wondering if Grey Wind greeted Robb like this after a battle, Ghost to Jon? How were the other wolves? Lyanna didn't know, but she knew her's was a gentle giant.

"Lyanna," Ser Barristan called to her after she'd finally gotten up. He noticed the bleeding wound on her forehead and wiped the blood away with his thumb. "Your face is cut, are you injured anywhere else?" She she shook her head, and he continued. "Mormont says you led the Unsullied through the city, and that you saved Darrio Naharis' life,"

"Everyone else seemed a little busy to go fetch the troops," Lyanna shrugged.

"Your mother, and your father too, they'd have been proud," Lyanna grinned again at his words. She hit his arm, struggling to contain her blush.

His words made her think. Her father would have been proud, but what about Lord Eddard? How would he have felt about Lyanna in battle, killing people? She liked to think that he'd have been proud of her too, he was the man who raised her after all, as much of her father as Brandon Stark. And Robb, Jon and even Theon too, what would her brothers think? She was a soldier now like them, the way she'd always wanted.

Maybe if she went back to Westeros, she could be a soldier for Robb. No. She was part of Dany's party, she needed to stay with her, and not think of her brothers. One day she'd be back in Westeros, with Robb, Bran, Rickon and her sisters, one day when the Lannisters were out of Kings Landing. That day was not here yet for Lyanna, and so she must wait until she could see her family again.

It had been a long, exhausting fight. She wanted a bath, and to go to bed to sleep for hours, until she woke up naturally, not from a nightmare, or from Alize being sick, or from the impending doom of a battle. Deciding she'd talk to Dany in the morning, when she wasn't aching or bleeding, Lyanna began to head back to her tent, Winter trotting after her. Waiting for her was Alize, who was sat cross-legged on her bed, seeing something, probably for the baby. The baby which already had more than enough clothes, since Alize sewed non-stop most nights, distracting herself from thinking of her family. As Lyanna entered, she looked up and grinned, putting her sewing aside, attempting to jump up to greet her. She struggled, the large swell of her stomach getting in the way slightly. Lyanna had only known for a few days, so how far a long was she? At least five months, or less, maybe she was carrying twins? Twins, like Lyanna and Jon always thought they were. Like Jaime and Cersei. Lyanna hoped that if Alize was having twins they would be more like her and Jon than the incestuous Lannisters.

"Welcome back, Lya!" She cheered, before noticing her cuts and bruises. "Let me help you clean up,"

"It's fine, I can do it," Lyanna smiled back, beginning to strip off from her armour, leaving on just her undershirt and trousers, kicking her boots off, throwing her weapons onto her bed, far enough to be out of reach.

Lyanna made her way to the mirror, examining her face. The cut wasn't deep, but it would still scar. Good. Another one to her collection. She wiped it clean, applying some sort of salve that Alize brought to her. It stung, but felt nice. She applied it to her other wounds, before pulling her hair out of their tight braids. Her hair looked as curly as it used to, though now it normally fell in neat waves instead of wild curls like it used to. She ran her hands through the locks of hair, shaking it out, her hair falling to the bottom of her shoulder blades.

"I'm hungry, shall I get Eryk to fetch us something?" Alize asked, setting her sewing aside again, sighing, her hand on her belly.

"I'm not really hungry, I'm still high on adrenaline to be honest," Lyanna shrugged. "What are you craving? My pregnancy craving was northern soup, one like Old Nan used to make, with peas,"

"I remember," Alize almost gagged at the mention of peas. "I like the idea of something sweet, though I'm not sure Daenerys has an abundance of lemon cakes,"

"You sound like Sansa," Lyanna laughed, remembering the way her sister used to get excited over the sweets, trying not to squeak in excitement whenever a serving girl would bring them some. For her tenth birthday, Lyanna had attempted to bake her some. "I'm sure Dany will have something sweet, Eryk could get you something anyway from one of the nearby markets,"

"I'll go and find him, he won't be-" Alize cut herself off, instead taking in a sharp breath and letting out a groan of pain. "L-L... Lya..."

Lyanna didn't realise what was happening, as she turned around casually, she didn't expect to see Alize stood by the opening of the tent, her hand clenching down on her stomach, with... What was that staining the front of her dress...

Blood.

Then she saw it. A man in heavy armour - red and gold armour - shoved his way through the tent, gripping Alize's shoulder as he shoved a dagger into her belly repeatedly whilst she screamed. Lyanna couldn't move fast enough, by the time she was reaching for her sword, he had thrown Alize aside and was coming at her. He aimed his weapon at her, but instead of attacking her, Winter leaped up, letting out a vicious snarl, like one she'd never made, her weight pushing the assassin. Lyanna quickly ran to her wolf's aid, stamping on the assassin's wrist, crushing the bone, making him drop the dagger.

His armour... Lannister armour. A Lannister always paid their debts.

"Who sent you, Cersei or Joffrey? Or the Kingslayer, if my brother's released him yet?" Lyanna spat onto him, Winter pinning him down, her snarling muzzle inches away from his face.

"The Young Wolf is dead, bitch," he snarled, trying to keep his courage despite the wolf about to tear his face off. Lyanna felt her heart stop, her stomach flip and her head spin. No, it wasn't true. Robb, dead. No. "I thought she was you, Lord Tywin wanted you back, the King wanted you to face the Kings Justice, or worse,"

"The King is a bastard and holds no power over me," Lyanna glared down at him, nudging Winter to kill.

That's when she dropped at her knees by Alize's side, the girls face filled with terror and pain, her hands clenched onto her stomach, the bump now stained red. When Lyanna pressed her own hands on her stomach, Alize began to cry, more like sob, hyperventilating. She took her hand away, gripping Alize's.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, look at me, it's going to be okay!" Lyanna tried to be positive for Alize, keep her emotions in tact.

"L... Lya... I-I'm going to..."

"No you're not!" Lyanna practically screamed, not being able to hold back the tears anymore. "You can't, you're my sister, I love you! I need you!"

"I-I lo- love you t-too..." She groaned in pain. "E-Eryk..."

"He's okay, I'll keep him safe," Lyanna tried to promise, but remembered promising to keep Alize safe too. Oh how she wished she didn't promise something so hard, so difficult, so heart-wrenching. "But you can do that for me, because you're going to be okay, you're Alize, you're always alright, you're the one person I've had through all of this, and you're not going to leave me now,"

"M-My fam... Family," she choked out, taking a few deep breaths as if preparing herself. "Promise me, Lyanna... Promise me..."

"I promise I'll find your sisters and brother, I'll keep them safe, the way I couldn't for you," Lyanna nodded quickly, before choking on her tears, realising the inevitable. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, but I promise,"

"Promise me... Lyanna,"

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*Mic drop* bet you weren't expecting that...