The great hall was full of ghosts.

The first time Lyanna stepped back into the Great Hall, it was almost surreal, like being back in her childhood. She found herself staring at the great seat in the centre of the table in front of the hearth, and it was difficult to get the image of Ned Stark sitting there out of her head.

"I'm back home, father," she muttered slightly, stepping forward to rest her hands on the wooden table.

Lyanna's fingers lingered on the table as she stroked the wood, remembering all the family feasts, all the suppers and sinners they'd all had in this room. The great seat, and the ten other chairs at the table, for Lady Stark, the Stark children, Theon, Jon and Lyanna. Good times took place at this table, happy times.

Lyanna tried to imagine Robb sat in their father's chair, then Bran, then Roose Bolton. It hurt. In her mind, no one belonged there but her father. Even Robert Baratheon was an imposter to the seat, when he sat there so many years ago.

When the King sat there, that was when Lyanna's childhood ended. He sat there and legitimised her, betrothed her, and by extension, ruined her. Lyanna's hand began to shake as she thought about it, her stomach turning slightly. She rested her shaking hand onto her stomach trying to reassure herself. The pain of the past was in the past, they were home now, home and safe. 

"Lyanna," Jon's voice called, and when she turned, she saw him stood by the doorway, as if waiting for an invitation. "The rest of the banner-men will be arriving soon. Are you alright?"

"Just trying to imagine Winterfell without... without everyone," she admitted. "Before, I had too much to think about to properly register that they were all gone, but now we're home and we're not moving camps everyday, I guess it's all just sunk in that they're not here anymore,"

Jon offered her a small smile, making his way over to her. He took hold of her arm, squeezing it lovingly. She watched as his eyes darted about the hall, jumping from different focus points to her and then back again, until he smirked slightly.

"What?" Lyanna asked with a slight frown, though her tone was light from seeing her brother smile.

At her question, Jon turned back around, facing the back of the hall. He pointed to one of the tables furthest away from the great family table, and Lyanna immediately recognised it. Grinning, she made her way over there, resting her hands on the hard wood of it, glancing back to Jon through laughter.

"The table we both got drunk at during the King's feast," Jon remarked. "That was the first time I ever got drunk,"

"Wish I could say the same," Lyanna smirked, her eyes gazing over slightly as she stared down at the floor, deep in thought. "On our thirteenth, when you were off with Robb, I believe, Theon and Cayn snuck me down into the wine cellars. I had a very low alcohol tolerance back then, I could have drank double what I did that night in the east and not even feel it, but all I remember is laughing, a lot. I don't know how they managed to get me back up to my quarters without waking father or Lady Stark, especially when I threw up outside their rooms, but now I think they probably knew, but just chose to leave me be,"

"Why would father do that?" Jon raised an eyebrow slightly. "He loved you as much as Sansa and Arya, and I think he viewed you on par to Robb on many occasions, why do you think he would just leave you to suffer drunkenly?"

"Because there are stories of Brandon Stark doing the same," Lyanna sighed slightly. "I think that father liked having me act as a reminder to his brother, I think he liked the similarities. Maybe that's why he let me fight when we were children, because he wanted to see how much of my father's daughter I was, not just to train for the night's watch, he probably knew I'd never get there. Instead I think he may have been preparing me for something bigger, even if he himself didn't know what,"

Jon nodded, looking at his sister with a slight frown. Everything she was saying made sense, and part of him was jealous. Lyanna knew who her parents were, and through that she had a strong paternal and maternal bond that she often used to her advantage, especially in their recent war, despite never knowing either of her true parents. Jon, however, had nothing like that. Lyanna Stark seemed to know everything about herself, her parents, her family, her life. Jon Snow, however, knew nothing compared to her.

"I wish father told me more," he spoke eventually, and Lyanna understood what he meant; told him more about his mother.

"It was hard for him, Robert's Rebellion was a hard time for him," Lyanna attempted to justify her father's actions, but knew nothing would redeem Lord Stark when it came to him not telling Jon who his mother was. "But Jon, you don't need to know who your mother is or was to know who you are. I know you. You're my brother, you're the man who saved the lives of thousands of wildlings, led the Night's Watch, fought against Ramsay Bolton,"

"Not without help," Jon commented then. "You didn't tell me you'd written to the Tyrell's,"

"No, because I wasn't certain they'd come, part of me didn't want them there," Lyanna nodded. "But we needed them, and if they hadn't come we'd be dead... again,"

Jon let out a short, single laugh, then glanced back up at his sister. She was looking back down at the floor again, drifting off into thought. He could tell her mind was going back to the battlefield, replaying old memories of the fight, flinching slightly when the thoughts grew too harsh.

"You should have told me," he sighed, moving closer to her, putting his arm around her shoulder gently. "We can't have any secrets, not when we're at war,"

"Okay," Lyanna nodded. "No more secrets..." she trailed off, thinking of the biggest secret she'd been hiding from practically everyone; the baby. Was now a good time to tell Jon? Was anytime a good time to tell Jon? "Well I guess that's not strictly true, actually,"

"Lyanna?"

"Jon, I'm pregnant, and I've known for a long time, but I didn't want to tell you in case you tried to stop me from fighting against the Boltons, or from doing anything really,"

Jon's face was truly a picture. It was certain he hadn't been expecting any news like that, and so he stood, frozen for a few moments, his face going through confusion, anger, happiness and doubt all in the space of a few seconds. He frowned, blinking, and when he looked back at Lyanna, he saw the worry in her eyes.

"For practically my entire pregnancy with Brandon I was kept in relative confinement," Lyanna continued. "I wasn't allowed to leave the Keep, I had to be supervised everywhere I went, preferably by either father or Septa Mordane, and the maester recommended I spent as much time on bed rest as possible. The same applied after I had him too, except everything went wrong then so I wasn't as closely monitored. I was fourteen, Jon, and I was carrying the future King, so everyone treated me as if I was some delicate flower about to wilt. I couldn't do the same this time, not when we'd already been through so much and we were so close to getting our home back,"

"I- I understand," he managed to stammer out eventually. "Do the Tyrells know?"

"No, only you and Sansa... And Melisandre too I guess," Lyanna shook her head. "I wanted to tell Willas before his brothers, but you and Sansa needed to know. Are you mad at me?"

"How could I be?" he said with a small smile. "You shouldn't have put yourself in that much danger, but I understand,"

Lyanna grinned, and moved to hug her brother tightly. Jon's arms tightened around her protectively, and in this gesture of contact, Lyanna knew that Jon had her back and vice versa. It had always been a double act, Jon and Lyanna, and nothing had changed throughout time, their bond merely growing in strength. Lyanna knew that their bond was unbeatable, Stark-Targaryen and Snow; a Song of Ice and Fire.

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Hey guys!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! It was one of my favourites to write since I just love Lyanna and Jon's bond. Writing them together is just so fun and there was obvs a massive gap in this story of them being apart which makes chapters like this extra special to me no they're together again.

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~Olivia