"If you ever need me, or anything," Willas said, as they stood on the docks. "I am only a raven away. I love you,"

It seemed so odd to think that just three months ago, this was where Lyanna and Willas met. So much had changed, they were now husband and wife, and now Lyanna was leaving him to go home, a thought which had once been abstract to her, only a distant dream. Finding true love had been just that too, except now Lyanna had that. Maybe in under three months she would have her home back too?

"I know," Lyanna smiled, her hand on the hilt of her sword. It felt good to carry weapons again. "I'll see you soon, I promise,"

"I've got you a gift, my men put it on your ship," Willas continued, taking hold of her hand. "You'll know what it is, I just hope all of our hard work means you can use it. Promise me you'll think of me when you use it?"

"How very cryptic," Lyanna frowned slightly, though she felt a smile creep into her face as she leant up to him, placing one final kiss onto his lips. "I'll see you soon, I love you,"

She didn't look back as she strode onto her ship, her men around her hard at work. Casca approached her, ready to bombard her with questions about where they would be sailing to, what she wanted the men to do, all the things that she'd told him already. Dismissing him, she instead went to her cabin, where Winter was curled up on the straw bed, her tail thumping down into the floor as she saw Lyanna.

Her cabin was also where she saw Willas' gift. Sat waiting for her was an oiled, leather saddle, too great in size for a horse, but not for a dragon. She realised it was more of a harness style, with stirrups which would control Rey's movements exactly, and a clip for herself to attach onto her belt, making it hard for her to fall off.

Training the dragon was where their relationship started to bloom, and now Willas was acknowledging that they were done training Rey, his gift was hinting that he expected her to use it when it came to war.

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If there was something Lyanna was sick of, it was sailing. The days all seemed to merge together they were all that similar, with nothing to do but run training drills for the soldiers, which eventually became boring. Other than train, there was nothing to do but stand and watch the world go by.

One morning, Lyanna stood at the front of the ship, staring off into the distance, trying to make out castles and keeps she could see. That was when she saw two small keeps, either side of a river. It was the Twins, the place where her brother died. It was where Lady Catelyn, Robb's wife and the northern army all died. A massacre, a betrayal, and yet here Lyanna was, looking on from a distance. Like a coward, she'd hidden in exile with Daenerys until her shame brought her back. She should have died in there with Robb.

No. She couldn't die, not yet. She needed to reinstate house Stark as the wardens of the North, even make the North truly an independent state, the way it would have been if Robb had been King. House Stark lived through Lyanna, and she wouldn't hide away from her true responsibilities any more.

She needed to send a message. To the Boltons, to the Lannisters, to anyone who cared, to say that she was back in Westeros and she would avenge her family.

The Twins seemed like a nice message.

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Lyanna wore a sleeveless black leather dress, lined with grey fur, the Stark wolf embellished around the skirts, stitched in with red silk. She attached her swords around her belt, and Robb's dagger was fixed in a holster on her back. The dress had been a wedding present, so it seemed only fitting to wear whilst avenging a wedding.

The dragon harness fit perfectly, and Rey was more than happy to wear it, surprisingly since it was the first time Lyanna had tried anything like this. Rey, who was at least  now the size of a medium-sized smuggling boat, was well-trained like Winter, unlike Drogon, Viseryon or Rhaegal, who would have detested this.

Taking a deep breath, Lyanna put her foot in one of the styrups and pulled herself over, onto the dragon's back, seating herself in the saddle. Rey took a few steps, rearing slightly in shock, but then calmed down. After a few moments in the saddle, Lyanna realised it was just like a horse, just like Snow had been, except instead of reigns to control Rey, it was all in the feet. Lyanna also realised all of the commands Rey had learnt all still applied.

'It's just the same,' she tried to convince herself, though she still felt her heart pounding.

"Your grace!" It was Cassius, her commander, stood with all the others who'd been watching nervously, looking warily at the dragon. "Is this really the best option? If you want the Twins, can we not ride and attack?"

"This isn't wise, your grace, you're putting yourself at direct risk! You're going to get yourself killed!" This time it was Brutus, the new commander that Eryk had recommended to her in High Garden. He was a good fighter, but highly opinionated.

"Doing attacks like this is the only reason we all came to Westeros; to avenge my family," Lyanna pointed out.

"But this... is it honourable?" Brutus pressed her further.

"Honour? Five months ago you were all still sell swords and cut throats, so don't presume to tell me anything about honour," she said through her teeth. "If you're with me, you're with me all the way. I want you all by the Twins to fight with me. Brutus, Cassius, keep Winter with you, guard her with your life, and when enough are dead, send her to me, and if I die first, I'll see you in one of the seven hells,"

At this, Lyanna took another deep breath, and then pushed her heels into Rey gently, biting her lip, trying to keep a strong front for her soldiers. Rey jerked, taking a few steps back, and with another kick, she took off at a run to the front of the boat, but before she could run into the wooden front, Rey took off into the air. Lyanna' stomach surged as she realised she was in the air, flying. They gained height, and Lyanna gripped onto the saddle, only just realising she had a fear of heights; oh how great she would have been at the wall. Biting onto her lip, she tried to calm herself and get a grip of her nerves, but the only thing that kept her calm was the thought that she would soon be avenging her brother.

As they came above The Twins, Lyanna pressed her heels into the dragon and Rey dipped down through the air, letting out a screech as she descended. She hovered over the keeps for a few seconds, and Lyanna watched as below, some of the Frey soldiers rush out of the keeps, half in armour, brandishing swords which looked as if they had all just been picked up at random. They saw the dragon and began to scream, and then they saw the small armed force riding towards them, and even in the air, Lyanna saw the hope die in their eyes.

"Dracarys," Lyanna said, with a small smirk, leaning closer to the dragons neck as Rey swooped down again, but this time instead of just screeching, she let out a burst of flames targeted at the Frey men who were screaming and running.

It was then Lyanna realised that she should have brought her bow instead of her swords, as she could have shot the Frey soldiers with arrows from this height, but until she landed her only weapon would be Rey, which wasn't too bad. That was when Lyanna caught sight of the Frey soldiers lining the high walls of the keeps, armed with bows and crossbows. They took aim and shot at the dragon, and occasionally the arrows hit, but Rey's thick armoured skin deflected the shots. Lyanna dug her heels into Rey's side, directing her towards the archers, and when they got there, all the archers took shot again, this time their target being much closer. One arrow hit Rey, and although it bounced off, she let out a pained screech, before turning to the Frey who'd shot her, leaning over and took a bite at him, tearing him in half. She withdrew, and let out flames as she flew alongside the wall, capturing everyone there in a great inferno.

Their defence was brave, especially since a dragon had not been seen being ridden since the days of Aegon the Conquerer. Not that their defence helped them much, as they all burned to ash in the flames. The few survivors were soon put down by Lyanna's army. After all of them were dead or burning, Lyanna brought Rey down, closer to the river, swooping across the keeps until she landed in the courtyard of the main keep, her men swarming in.

Pulling her legs out of the stirrups and hopping off the dragon, Lyanna pulled out her sword as she walked to her men.

"Death toll? How many of ours have fell?" She asked, and Cassius simply shook her head. "Do you still think using Rey was dishonourable? We've saved our army, I didn't want to lose have of my armed force before I even get to Winterfell and the Boltons,"

At this point, Winter came trotting over, her grey muzzle blood stained, her height now reaching Lyanna's hip. Lyanna scratched behind the direwolf's ears before she turned, walking towards the keep entrance, Winter trotting after her as Lyanna attempted to find the main hall, the room where her brother was murdered.

When they got there, the large wooden door was open, revealing the grand hall, which compared to that of Winterfell, it looked like a cellar. Without waiting, Lyanna strode into the hall, only to see an old man sat at a main table in front of her. Lord Walter Frey was sat at the top of the room, holding a wine goblet, sipping from it slowly. No one else was around, obviously gone to fight. When he saw her, he set down his goblet and looked her up and down.

"You're a pretty looking thing for a traitorous bastard," he looked at her chest whilst he spoke, practically licking his lips.

"Don't talk to me about being a traitor you fucking hypocrite," Lyanna spat, and her tone caused the dire wolf to snarl.

"Bastard or not, I could have made a good wife out of you, if you'd not married the king," she continued, but Lyanna simply glared at him. "Better than half the other whores I've had for wives,"

"I already have a husband," Lyanna said simply, without any emotion, her mind turning to Willas.

"And you've also had a son, I needed a good wife who'd give me plenty of heirs," he said, still looking at her chest.

"I think you have plenty of heirs," Lyanna rolled her eyes, but then she remembered the sight of the burning Frey's outside and the smell of their flesh burning. "Well, not now,"

"No, not now," he said, for once meeting her eye. "What was the point of fighting against a dragon? I guess it is true what they all say, about you being filthy dragon spawn. I'm sure you're so proud of yourself, looking like one of those sister-fucking ancestors of yours. Is that why you're here, because you wanted to fuck your brother that I killed?"

"Like I said, I already have a husband, but yes, you did kill my brother," Lyanna spoke through her teeth, keeping her hand on Winter's head to make sure the wolf didn't snap. "You took him into your home, you killed his army, you killed Grey Wind, you killed his pregnant wife and his mother, and then you looked him in the eye and watched as the Boltons murdered him,"

"And then we stitched his wolf's head to his body and paraded him around, and I'd do it all over again," he laughed slightly. "His uncle Edmure is still in the cells, and so is the Young Wolf's body, if the worms have left anything. Now, if you're going to kill me, get on with it, and at least take your clothes off and make an old man happy,"

Lyanna felt sick. He deserved to suffer, to feel the pain and fear of death, the same he'd inflicted on her beloved brother. Robb had spent his last few moments here, going from happiness, to hopelessness. Lyanna imagined the pain he felt when he watched his wife die along with his unborn child, and remembered Alize dying, and then thought about how she would feel if she saw Willas die suffering in front of her. That's what made her snap.

"You will get no graces, no kindness, no mercies, because you deserve none," Lyanna said with no emotion but contempt. "You will not burn like your children, that was a kind death, but instead you will suffer the way you should,"

As she finished, she looked into Winter's eyes, and then jerked her head in Walder's direction. Winter snarled, then lunged at the old man's face. Walter Frey screamed out in pain as he was mauled by the wolf. Lyanna gave Winter a few more moments before she took a few steps forward, pulling out Robb's dagger, and then slammed it into the top of Walker Frey's skull.

"You call me a bastard, and dragon spawn, but I am a Wolf of Winterfell," Lyanna spat at the corpse of the man, the reason why she didn't have a brother anymore, pulling her dagger out of hid skull. "The north remembers, and now Winter has come for house Frey with fire and blood,"

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