The days after Robb's departure passed far too quickly and, sooner than it should have been, Lyanna had been married for two months. One her two month anniversary, it was also the day of the Tourney of the Hand, being in her father's honour, despite him not wanting it.

The morning of the tourney, Joffrey left Lyanna alone in bed, getting up early and leaving their joint quarters. Lyanna got up almost as soon as Joffrey but she didn't dress, she just sat on her bed in her night clothes reading history books she had brought from Winterfell as the sun rose, shining through the silk drapes. She didn't dress until Sansa came into her room, already in a purple dress she had sewn herself.

"The tournament starts in two hours, you should be ready by now!" Sansa exclaimed.

Lyanna groaned, putting her book aside. It was just getting good as well, talking about the long night at the wall. Lyanna quickly pulled herself into a blue cotton dress with little grey birds embroidered into it. The dress had been a present from Sansa for her seventeenth name day, which had been a month previous. Sansa combed out Lyanna's hair, braiding it into two neat and tidy rope plaits before leading her downstairs.

That was when Lyanna felt her stomach turn, as quickly as if she had just snapped her fingers. She rushed to the privy, the long skirt of her dress slowing down, before finding herself leaning over the toilet, vomiting. She felt weak and dithery as she knelt over, pushing her hair out of the way as she retched.

Sansa had already gotten into the carriage which was meant to take them to the tourney. Arya, however hadn't, so when Lyanna felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. Lyanna pulled herself up and forced a smile to her sister.

"What's wrong?" Arya asked her, concern all over her face.

"I'm just sick, that's all. Don't worry about me," Lyanna shrugged, not wanting to worry Arya. "Tell Sansa that I'm going to stay here today and if Joffrey or any of the other damned royals ask..." Lyanna stopped herself talking, feeling her stomach flip again.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? I don't want to go either, maybe I can stay with you?" Arya smiled slightly, despite the fact Lyanna was retching on the floor into the toilet.

"Arya you have to go," Lyanna said quietly but knew not to bother trying to convince her. "Fine, come back upstairs with me, after you've told the septa,"

Arya ran off back outside as Lyanna pulled herself back up off the floor, talking in deep breaths. Lyanna waited for a few moments before she heard running footsteps coming back towards her. In spite being sick, Lyanna couldn't help but smile slightly at her younger sister.

"The septa wasn't going to let me stay, but I ran off and the carriage had started moving before she could come after me," Arya grinned.

Lyanna and Arya headed back to Lyanna's room which she shared with her delightful and loving husband, collapsing back onto her bed, picking her book back up. Arya jumped onto the bed, looking around at the room. She saw Lyanna's bow wrapped up in the same cloth Jon had given it her in and ran to it.

"Can I shoot this?" Arya asked excitedly, grabbing it, the cloth falling off.

Lyanna chuckled. "Shoot it where, the headboard of the bed?"

Arya put an arrow on the bowstring and pulled it back, aiming for the headboard Lyanna was leant against. Though Arya's aim was normally excellent, when Lyanna saw the arrow coming in her direction, she screamed, rolling over off the bed, out of the range of the flying arrow.

"Arya, careful!" Lyanna gasped, laying face down on the hard wooden floor.

Arya put Lyanna's bow back before jumping back onto her bed, sitting down next to her again. They spoke for a long while until one of Lyanna's handmaiden's came in. Lyanna didn't even know the girl's name, but she knew she was from HighGarden and was seventeen.

"Arya, go find Syrio, its time for your lesson, right?" Lyanna sighed, getting up off the bed as her sister took her leave.

"Is everything okay, my lady? I heard you were sick," The girl asked Lyanna.

"I'm fine, just sick," She shrugged. "You've been tending to me for over two months and yet I don't even know your name,"

"My name is Alize, my lady," The girl said, standing up a little straighter and putting her hands behind her back in respect. However she didn't stay still for long as she came towards her, sitting down on the bed next to Lyanna. "I hope you don't mind me telling you, but I don't think it is just a sickness. When I was in HighGarden, before my step father got jealous of me and shipped me off here to 'be of some use', my mother got sick rather a lot. Each time, I thin it got worse and worse, until she died,"

Lyanna's eyes widened in shock at what Alize was telling her, especially after Lyanna had just been sick. "I'm sorry, I'msorry your mother died, but why do you feel the need to tell me this?"

"Because each time she was sick, she had a baby," Alize said simply to Lyanna, which made her stomach flip, but not in sickness, in shock. "When was the last time you bled, my lady?"

Lyanna paused to think. She had 'flowered' about two years previous, after learning hardly anything about her bleeding. One day aged twelve, she woke up, blood soaked in her sheets and in her night dress and, upon seeing it, screamed. Lady Catelyn had heard her and despite resenting Lyanna her entire life, came and helped her. Catelyn found the servants to change her sheets, she helped clean her up and explained to her what had happened to her.

"In Winterfell, no, on the King's Road," Lyanna could scarcely remember the past few months; they had been a blur.

"Before your wedding then, yes?" Alize began to smile as Lyanna nodded. "You are with child, princess, the gods have blessed you, they have blessed us all with a little prince or princess,"

Lyanna suddenly felt overwhelmingly stupid that she hadn't recognised the signs before Alize had mentioned it. The next emotion to come to her was resentment. She wasn't sure who she resented. The king for making her marry Joffrey? Joffrey for getting her pregnant? Herself for being too stupid for having sex with Joffrey when his seed could quicken inside her? However, despite all the anger she felt inside her, there was a small part of her which felt warm and almost slightly blissful at the thought that there was a person growing inside of her. This emotion did not last long.

"Fuck the gods,," Lyanna muttered, glaring down at the floor. "Go, Alize, find my father, I need to speak to him."

"Of course, lady Baratheon," Alize said, getting up and curtsying to her. 

Lyanna had grown to hate the formalities people had began to show to her and, above all, Lyanna hated being referred to by her married name. At heart, she would always be a Snow, not even a Stark, she would never be a Baratheon.

Lyanna didn't do anything whilst she waited to see her father except stare down at the floor, contemplating the news she had just received. She felt tears prick at her eyes but she refused to let them come out. She refused to let her fear show, even though she was shaking. Lyanna heard a knock at the door so she got up, her hand subconsciously placed on her stomach. She took her hand away as she opened the door to see her father.

"Your handmaiden said you needed to speak to me," he said to her as Lyanna walked out onto the balcony, opening the heavy wooden doors to see Winter laid out in the sun on her back with her tongue hanging out. 

Joffrey didn't want to anger his wife by getting rid of her wolf, so she had agreed to keep her on the balcony and walk her early in the mornings when she couldn't hurt anybody. She new that her wolf wouldn't kill any man or woman without Lyanna's command but she kept quiet.

Lyanna knelt by her wolf, stroking Winter's stomach gently. "I need to cut her fur, she's overheating out in the sun," she said quietly, talking to herself before looking up at her father. "I'm pregnant, father," she sighed quietly, getting the words out quickly before she could stop herself.

She watched as her father's eyes widened in realisation. "Are you sure? I mean, you're far too young," he said, his voice full of denial.

"I'm sure, Alize my handmaiden says I've shown all the signs and I believe her," she sighed quietly as her father knelt beside her, his arm on he shoulder. "I don't want a baby. I don't want to be here. I want to be in Winterfell with Bran, Rickon and Robb," 

"I know, love, I want to go home too, but we must do what has to be done. We've come to a dangerous place, you should know that more than anyone considering why you're here," he sighed.

Lyanna looked down at her wolf then back at her father, contemplating what she should say. "I want you to tell me about her, my mother. Does she even know where Jon and I are? Does she know I'm married and that Jon's taken the black? Is... is she even alive?"

Ned knew that she would ask that question as soon as he step foot into her room. He also knew that he couldn't hide the truth from her anymore. He'd promised the truth to Jon the next time he saw him which meant that Lyanna would be asking soon after. It was about time he told her about her real father, as well as her mother.

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Hey guys!

Were any of you expecting that? Lyanna's pregnant! I can't believe my little cinnamon roll of a child is actually pregnant!

Also, I'm really sorry that this wasn't posted last week and then I was going to post it this friday but I didn't feel well so I just binge watched disney movies all night until I decieded to re-watch season 1 of Modern Family (such wild weekend plans!)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and if you did, please like and tell me what you think in the comments. Make sure you stay tuned and I'll post the next chapter next week on thurseday, which is Christmas eve, so it can be my Christmas present to you guys!

Keep reading!

~Olivia