"Lyanna, you haven't smiled once since we left Winterfell," Sansa commented over breakfast, one week into travelling along the King's Road.

Lyanna looked down to her empty plate, grabbing a bread roll from the middle of the table. She tore it to pieces and, looking up to Sansa and Arya, fed it to Winter, which made her sister's faces fall. Lyanna hadn't eaten much since they had left. In fact, Sansa was right, Lyanna's face had been sullen the entire ride so far.

Lyanna had had a miserable time so far. The septa had taken Lyanna back under her wing, which meant that she was forced into riding in the carriage with Sansa and Arya instead of riding alongside her father on Snow. She was made to do needlework instead of fighting, which was just a cause of utter misery after experiencing the joys of fighting. Everything Lyanna did was chastised by the septa. The septa was constantly commenting on how her two months of fighting and training had turned her into a beast  and that she had to be re-trained in the art of being a lady.

Sansa and Arya knew better than to force Lyanna into telling them what was wrong. They both already knew that she was missing Winterfell. They both already knew that Lyanna missed her brother's, especially Jon, who was probably at the wall at that point. They both knew, even though Sansa did not understand, that Lyanna didn't want to marry Jeoffrey. They both knew that she wanted to go back to fighting, which the septa and the queen had not allowed.

The first day on the road, Lyanna had snuck out of the carriage with Arya and their wolves and rode out to a nearby forest with a practice bow and arrows she had taken from one of the guards, trying to teach Arya how to shoot. Lyanna didn't want to use the bow and arrows Jon had gotten her whilst they were on the road in case it got damaged or the arrows got lost. Lyanna shot the trees, practicing her aim until she felt confident enough and began hunting.

At first all she could catch were squirrels and birds, which they cooked on a fire they built and ate them whilst they were out. That was until they saw a hog. It was quite large, but it was young and magnificent. Arya nearly squealed with excitement but kept herself quiet, knowing she would scare it off. They didn't have a shortage of food at camp, but Lyanna imagined how glorious it would look if they came back with that night's meal.

Lyanna strung her bow up, aiming her arrow at its head. She took a deep breath, feeling the feathers of the flights tickle her cheeks. She remembered the day she had shot with Bran, Robb and Jon, all those months ago and she smiled at the memory. When she let her arrow fly and it punctured the hog's head, killing it, Lyanna was still smiling.

Arya rode back to camp with the wolves whilst Lyanna dragged the hog back, grinning the whole time. When she got back, Lyanna heard cheering. She looked up to see Arya grinning at her alongside her father. Lyanna saw all her father's men stood behind them, cheering. As she got closer, she saw people move out of the way as the king came forward towards her.

"Look at this beauty!" he cheered at her, coming towars where Lyanna was dragging the hog. He grabbed Lyanna's shoulder in victory and, just as Lyanna was laughing along with the king, Cersei came forward, looking angry at both of them.

"You call this a celebration, our son's betrothed acting like a beast?" she spat at her husband, glaring at Lyanna.

"Oh, shut up, woman, the girl just caught tonight's dinner!" He said, dismissing the queen, still smiling at Lyanna.

"You are a woman, and a future queen at that, start acting like it," Cersei snapped at her.  "Start acting like a lady, you aren't with your brothers anymore to play at fighting. Legitimised or not, you're still a wild, bastard from Winterfell and you always will be, even if you become queen. The least you can do is act like you are a lady,"

"We could go riding today, Lee," Arya suggested. "Or hunting or there's a stream nearby that we could go swimming in?"

"Just because Lyanna has to act like a lady doesn't mean you can compensate and turn wild yourself," The Septa said to Arya, to which Arya pulled a face.

"Being a lady has made Lyanna miserable, so why should I become a misery?" Arya grinned at the septa cheekily which actually made Lyanna laugh slightly. That was when their lord father came into their carriage.

"Lyanna, Arya, Sansa," he greeted them. Lyanna managed a small smile at her father. "Lyanna, come," he beckoned her out of the carriage and Lyanna followed with Winter.

"What do you want father? I thought I was supposed to be a lady and ride in the carriage with my sisters?" she said, her tone bitter. That was when she noticed Snow, saddled up ready.

Eddard smiled at his bastard daughter as she realised what was going to happen. "The king and I have spoken, we both agree you are terrible travelling company when you are miserable, well, that's what he said, anyway," her father took a break frombeing serious to chuckle at what he had said about Robert. "I don't want to seeyou be miserable, Lyanna, even if you are doing what's best. If it makes youhappy, I want you to do it,"

Lyanna wanted to smile andembrace her father, except all she could do was think about his words. "Thequeen says..." she began, but he cut her off.

"The queen doesn't matter. I'myour guardian, not her. She does not tell you what to do, I do. She may be thequeen and she may rule over the seven kingdoms, but she does not rule over youin the way that she can make you miserable on purpose. Now get on your horse,we'll be moving soon," he said to her rather sternly but with a smile, hitting herarm gently.

Lyanna grinned at him beforejumping up onto the back of Snow. Lyanna realised that her thick, white, woollendress and black fur cloak wasn't the most appropriate attire for riding, whichmeant she had to ride side saddle, her dire wolf running alongside. Lyanna feltrather content as she kicked Snow into a trot, which was a feeling she hadforgotten in the last week.

As Lyanna bounced up and downin her saddle, she saw the queen glare at her as she got into her own carriagewith her two youngest children. Lyanna smiled at the queen and waved to thelittle price Tommen and the princess Myrcella. Lyanna decided never to letCersei bother her ever again. As she rode past her, she was immediately stoppedby none other than Jeoffrey.

"Lyanna, it is good to seeyou, my love," he said almost caringly. Lyanna thought straight away that hewas putting it on but if he was, he was a very, very good actor.

"My prince, I'm glad to seeyou've forgotten about my disrespectful behaviour in Winterfell," She replied.Lyanna learnt quickly that lying was the best way to get what she needed. Sherealised then that lying would help her greatly in King's Landing.

"Not forgotten, but you willnever do it again, is that understood?" He sounded patronising as he scoldedher and all she could do was nod at her betrothed. "You will be my wife and myqueen one day, and I need a queen who knows how she must act,"

It felt like she was a child and he was teaching her a lesson, speaking down to her. Lyanna wanted with all her heart to retaliate to him, to tell him where to shove his idea of her being prim and proper but she didn't want to create a reason for him to resent her. If he began resenting and hating her, their marriage would become hard and Lyanna knew that she would suffer when Jeoffrey came to power.

"Lyanna Stark," Jeoffrey said softly, looking at her as she sat like a lady in her saddle. He still didn't like her all that much. He found her over powering and found her idea that she was as strong as a man different and weird but he wasn't sure if it was good weird or bad weird. He liked her spirit and strength but he knew that it would be a problem. She was a woman and should be concerned more about her wonky embroidery stitches and wearing the right style dress, not whether her sword is sharp enough or if her bow string is too loose. She should'nt be concerned in the matters of men like warfare and weaponry but yet she was and, although he refused to admit it, this frightened Jeoffrey just a little. He had never met a woman like her before.

He hated to admit it but she looked very beautiful sat upon her white mare. The wind was blowing her light brown hair delicately and her pale skin matched her dress and suited her furs. He had never realised it, but Lyanna had very dark purple eyes, so dark they were almost brown. Jeoffrey had never seen a Targaryen but he knew that they had violet eyes, silver blonde hair, porcelain skin and good facial feature with high cheek bones. Lyanna ticked the boxes for both skin and facial features, except for the fact she had the hard jaw of a Stark. She nearly fitted into the violet eyes category but hers were too dark, like the violet of the Targaryen merged with the brown of the Stark. If Jeoffrey didn't know better, he would think her mother was a Targaryen woman but he knew she couldn't have been. His father was best friends with her's and Lord Stark would never bed a dragon. No, Lyanna was just gifted with looks, even if she spent most of her time in filthy clothes, sweaty and grimy from training.

"Lyanna Stark," Lyanna repeated. "It still sounds weird. Part of me misses being Lyanna Snow but it won't matter, soon I'll be Lyanna Baratheon," Lyanna added the last part with a smile. Despite still not wanting to marry Jeoffrey, she could at least act like she did and live a life of lies where people think she's happy. Lyanna couldn't help but think of Jon who was probably freezing his balls off at the wall, along with uncle Benjen and the Lannister. Part of Lyanna wished that Tyrion would return to King's Landing after his visit. She got on well with the imp and found his company nicer than that of his sister and her twin brother.

Jeoffrey did not reply, he simply looked at his betrothed. She would be a good wife, he knew that. She was a nice girl, a pretty girl with good wits and a good spirit, despite her temper. She may not be the most ladylike, like her sister Sansa, but she was something special. Jeoffrey didn't want to marry her all that much right then, but he knew that he was already falling for her.

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Hey guys! 

Sorry this is quite late! I'm going back to school tomorrow so I thought I would post today before getting back into the friday update routine. 

I really hope I got Robert right, he's really hard to write. I really want to get everyone's personalities right, which is quite hard. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. 

Please leave some feedback and I'll try to update soon.

~Olivia