Led by the Kings Guard Jon and Lyanna made their way to the throne room where King Robert Baratheon and his Queen Cersei they were waiting for them. Though Lyanna never prayed, she prayed in this moment that Jeoffrey would not be there, as if she was under a court trial you would make it far too biased and she would most likely lose her head.

Upon reaching the throne room Jon took hold of her hand and said, "It will be okay he said they won't kill you, it was only an accident you were training, that's all,"

Lyanna was nervous. Her stomach was in knots and she felt like she couldn't speak. She wished that her father would be there to reassure the king that she didn't mean the Prince any harm. However even with her father there, Lyanna knew that prince he would not let her get away with what she'd done.

Lyanna and Jon walked into the throne room, led by the Kings guard. The bastard twins saw the King sat on what was normally their father's chair, his queen sat to his right and the Prince was to his left. We only got a little closer when she but as she got closer, she soon fell to her knees, out of nerves, forgiveness and respect. Lyanna suddenly realised that she wished she had listened to Lady Stark and had stayed away from the Royals.

"Your Grace, my queen, my prince, I'm sorry I did not mean to hurt the prince, we were practising, when I practice with my brothers I'm normally rough and they don't seem to care, I'm sorry, I must've forgotten, I must've forgotten that the Prince is so much more important than me, I must've forgotten that he will one day rule the seven kingdoms well I will probably just end up working in a brothel or a tavern," Lyanna begged, looking into the King's eyes the entire time.

Queen Cersei began to talk, but it was interrupted by a loud bang at the door. Lyanna turned to see her father running over to her and Jon. He moved to stand next to his two bastard children, his hand resting on the on Lyanna's shoulder as she still knelt on the floor.

"What is the meaning of this, your grace?" Lyanna's Lord Father said, his gaze switching from the king, queen and prince.

"Your bastard daughter hurt Jeoffrey in a fight, Lord Stark, she attacked him," Queen Cersei glared at her.

"I do not mean to interrupt, your grace, but Lyanna did not attack Prince Jeoffrey," Jon spoke up, defending his twin sister. "Lyanna was meant to be duelling with Robb, but the Prince was rude to my sister and they decided to settle their quell with a fight but with real steel swords with blunt edges," Jon continued, explaining what had happened.

The King glanced over to Lyanna, looking the girl up and down. "Is this true?" he asked her. Lyanna nodded, feeling tears in her eyes as she stayed on her knees.

"If you do not mind me saying, your grace, what are the prince's injuries?" Jon asked, looking over to Jeoffrey who's only injury seemed to be the small cut on his cheek.

"Jon, enough," Their father warned him.

"He cut her hip, that's all, though it wasn't deep she was still in pain, Jon explained.

"It doesn't matter now, its done, get up Lyanna," The king sighed as Lyanna got up, her father's hand still on her shoulder. "I called you in for another matter," no one said anything, even the Prince and the Queen, who obviously didn't know what he was talking about.

"Lyanna has done nothing else, your grace," Lord Stark said, frowning in confusion.

"Its not what she has done, it's what she will do," King Robert explained. The queen still looked perplexed. "I want her legitimised, Ned,"

Lyanna felt her heart stop in shock. "But- I'm a bastard," Lyanna pointed out.

"Your grace, why do you want Lyanna legitimised? It's not like I have no other children," Their father enquired whilst Jon stayed silent. Jon had always wanted to have the surname Stark instead of Snow but Lyanna didn't. She never really tought it mattered.

"I want her legitimised so she can marry Jeoffrey," The king informed them, which made Lyanna want to scream.

"Robert, you can not be serious?" The Queen demanded, obviously not liking the idea of her eldest son married to a Stark bastard. "You want to let this wild, unrefined bastard marry our son and become queen one day?"

Despite hating every word Cersei said about her, Lyanna hoped that what she said would convince her husband that she was not good enough. Lyanna didn't want to marry the prince. He was vile and a bastard in personality. She knew he would not treat her well; she would become his toy for him to torment.

"Your grace, I do not wish to marry your son, as great an honour as it is," Lyanna said, feeling like she was begging again. "My sister Sansa on the other hand would be more than happy to marry the prince, she is a true born Stark as well,"

"No, I want you to marry Jeoffrey, and this is the last I will hear of it, you may go, Lyanna, Jon," the King told her.

Lyanna stormed out of the room, angry and upset. She felt tears prick her eyes and she didn't bother forcing them away. She could hear Jon calling after her, calling her name repeatedly but she ignored him as she ran to the stables where her snowy white mare Snow was. Lyanna didn't bother saddling her up, she only fixed on the reins and jumped on, kicking Snow into a gallop.

Lyanna ignored the shouts of Jon and who she guessed was her father, kicking Snow to go faster as she rode out of Winterfell, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks. Lyanna wasn't sure where she was going but anywhere would have been better than where she had left, where she was going to be married off and sold like a common horse.

Lyanna had been riding for half an hour and hadn't got a clue where she was going until her horse got spooked and threw her off. Lyanna fell onto a pile of snow in a clearing in the middle of a forest. Her head nearly hit a stone but the fresh pile of snow broke her fall. She buried her face into the cold, crying into it. Lyanna was cold as she was not wearing a cloak but yet she did not move, sobbing more and more as she knew if she cried at Winterfell she knew she would be heard and would be called weak. Here, in the middle of nowhere, Lyanna could cry and scream in upset and anger as loud as she wanted without anybody hearing her.

"Lyanna," she heard a voice say from behind her. She didn't bother getting up, even when she felt someone grab her shoulder, trying to pull her up. "Lyanna, you will freeze,"

Lyanna pulled herself up, her face cold and wet, snowflakes stuck to her face in certain places. She saw her uncle Benjen looking down at her caringly. Lyanna felt his arms wrap around her and pull her into his chest. She continued to cry, even though she was getting her uncle's cloak wet. It was only then as she was hugged by Benjen, in all his black furs, just how cold she was.

"I'm - I'm n-not..." Lyanna stuttered through her tears. "I'm not marrying Jeoffrey!"

"Shhhh," he whispered. "You don't have to do anything, -Anna,"

"The king... the king... want's me legitimised," she cried. "I don't want to be legitimised; I'm not going to be legitimised! I'm Lyanna Snow, not Lyanna Stark!"

Benjen tried to quieten Lyanna's crying and after ten minutes, she was simply sniffling back her tears. "H-how long was I gone?"

"Six hours," he sighed, still stroking his niece's back. We thought you'd come back but when you didn't show up and your horse came back without you on it, your father sent out a search party," he smiled sadly at Lyanna. "We left Winterfell about two hours ago. Everyone was worried, especially Jon,"

Lyanna hadn't even noticed that Snow had rode away without her; she was obviously too busy crying. "Father gave me Snow for my tenth name day, six years ago almost seven. I'd woken up early but father wasn't there, he'd rode out with Jon, Robb and Theon to execute a deserter. That day was probably the day when lady Stark was nicest to me, even though she hated me, I don't think she could bring herself to be spiteful to me on my name day.

"Father rode back late, so late he missed the feast we had. When he came back, Robb, Jon and Theon came running to me in excitement, telling me to come out into the court yard quickly. When I came out, I saw father holding the reins for Snow. She was much smaller, skinnier. Father said that they had found her tied up outside an inn. He didn't want to leaver her to die, so he had brought her back for me to train and to build up. When I asked him what her name was, Theon joked how she was pure white, like snow. He said 'snow for a Snow', and the name stuck.

"I like being a Snow. I know that it means I'm not a Stark and that I'm constantly excluded because of my surname and status but I like being a Snow. It reminds me that somewhere I have a mother that is not Lady Stark. It sounds stupid but it makes me feel closer to Jon,"

Benjen smiled sadly at her. "I sent a raven to Mormont, he's the Lord Commander at the Wall. I saw you fighting a few days ago with Robb and I realised that you were right. You were right. I told him that you were trained in fighting and he replied this morning," he looked over at her, smiling again. "He said he would like to meet with you and see if you were worth the gamble,"

Lyanna wanted to be excited but she knew that his discontented tone was not about to give her good news. She kept her eyes fixed on the snow, trying not to cry.

"I told your father when he told me why you were missing. He told Robert about it, and Robert found it hilarious," Lyanna sighed, letting her head loll back onto his chest. "I'm sorry, Lyanna, I tried to get you out of this, I'm sorry,"

The two of them sat there in silence for a while, Lyanna looking around at where they were. "Where are we?" she asked, looking around, breaking their silence.

He chucked slightly before saying "No idea, I rode north, whilst your father rode a little west, Robb and Theon went east whilst Jon went south," he explained, getting up off the ground, making his way back to his horse. "Come on, Lyanna, let's get back to Winterfell,"

Lyanna sighed. "I best get back to my dearest betrothed," she muttered sarcastically, thinking of the impending doom she would face when she married Jeoffrey.

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It just kicked off! (Well, it kicked off more in the last chapter but you know what I mean!)

I LOVE Benjen. I know I mentioned it before but he's quite likable, in his own little northern way. I recently started re-watching GOT all over again and it was really nice to see everybody alive and to see characters I didn't fully appreciate characters I didn't first time round (like Jory, Ser Rodrik, Benjen, Pyp, Grenn, etc...)

Anyway, I'm really sorry I didn't post this on Friday but I just couldn't seem to find the time to post until now but please leave a comment if you enjoyed this chapter and leave a comment and I'll see you next time.

~Olivia