They had been on the road for one month exactly when Lyanna's legs began to feel like leather. She ached all over, her legs, her arms, her chest. As they got closer to King's Landing, the weather got hotter, the air was less fresh and became thinner. Lyanna had never experienced going outside without a cloak. For the past week of riding, all Lyanna wore were silk dresses which Sansa had picked out for her. Sansa and Arya had both been miserable and at each others necks for two weeks nearly.

A few weeks before, Lyanna had gone riding with her father and the king whilst the queen made Jeoffrey and Sansa spend the day together in an attempt to get Jeoffrey to realise that Sansa was the much better sibling and should marry her instead. Whilst they were walking, they found Arya play fighting with the butcher's boy Micah with sticks as swords. Jeoffrey picked a fight with the boy and one thing led to another and Nymeria bit Jeoffrey's hand.

Arya and her wolf fled and, when they found Arya, they 'trialled' her and both Joffrey and Sansa lied about what happened, Joffrey to get Arya into more trouble and Sansa to get Joffrey to like her. Because Nymeria caused 'permanent damage' to the prince, or so the Queen said, Cersei wanted the wolf dead. Nymeria was not there, so Cersei decided that Lady and Winter must die for their sister wolf's mistake.

"I was not there, Winter was not there, we didn't even know what had happened!" Lyanna had cried to the queen, who was enjoying upsetting the girl.

"Lady didn't do anything, it's all your fault!" Sansa screamed at Arya. Arya pounced at Sansa and for once, Lyanna didn't care about them fighting. If Sansa had told he truth about what had happened, they would all probably still have their wolves by the end of that night.

"Please, your grace, I wasn't even there!" Lyanna fell onto her knees. She hated this, begging on her knees, but she was desperate. She didn't want to lose Winter. Winter was everything to her, the last piece, except for her family, of the north and Winterfell. Winter was full of memories of her brothers and her family. Lyanna refused to let Winter go.

"If my lady wasn't there, she shouldn't be punished," Joffrey spoke up, much to his mother's protests. It shocked everyone, Lyanna and Cersei especially. When Cersei tried to speak up, Joffrey cut her off, saying "My lady's wolf might be as wild as the others but she wasn't there,"

"Joff, if you leave that beast alive it might try to savage you like the others did," Cersei spat, obviously angry that her son was stopping her from spiting Lyanna.

"But it won't, will it, my lady?" Joffrey shot a glance to his betrothed, who was still on her knees.

"It won't, I swear by the old gods and the new. T-Thank you, Jeoffrey," Lyanna said quietly, ignoring the screams coming from her sisters.

"It's not fair, why does Lyanna have to keep Winter!" Sansa cried. "Lady didn't bite anyone! She's good!" As Sansa cried, Jory grabbed Lyanna's shoulder.

"Come Lya," He said to her gently, pulling her away from her sisters. Lyanna's face was streaked with tears and her heart was beating too fast. 

Jory led her to where Lady and Winter had been tied up and Lyanna immediately knelt next to the wolves and pushed her face into Winter's fur as her wolf pined to be untied. She pulled the rope off from around her neck and called her along as she got up. Lyanna heard Lady pine at her to be untied as well but Lyanna couldn't dare to look back. 

As she was about to walk off, her father came out, a dagger in his hand. It made her sick to think what he'd be doing with it. She saw him kneel down at Lady's side and stroke her on the head gently. Lyanna watched, tears in her eyes. 

"My lady," Jory beckoned her, grabbing her arm slightly, but she pulled away. 

"Father please, don't do it," she said through tears. "Just let her go, she'll find Nymeria, don't kill Lady," 

Her father looked at her with sad eyes. "I have to, -Anna, its what the king commanded,"

"Robert doesn't have to know!" she sighed. She loved her father, but his strong sense of honor often wound her up. 

Her father looked at the wolf again before getting up, sighing. He leant over and pulled the chain off from around Lady's neck. He nudged her with his foot but Lady didn't move. Lyanna knelt down and piked up a stone. She tossed it at Lady, who wimpered before running away. 

"You don't tell Sansa, or the Queen," her father said quietly before walking off with Jory, leaving Lyanna staring off in the direction Lady had ran off in.

"We'll be reaching King's Landing soon," the septa said over breakfast. Lyanna tore into a piece of bread and ate part of it before throwing it to Winter who was sat next to Arya, rubbing her head against Arya's leg. "Ladies shouldn't feed dogs at the table,"

"Winter is a wolf and a wolf gets fed when it wants," Arya said quickly before Lyanna got the chance to. Arya scratched behind Winter's ears, as Winter begged for more food. Lyanna had made sure that Winter spent time with Sansa and Arya to make up for the fact they no longer had wolves of their own. Sansa rejected Winter, saying she wasn't as nice as Lady an that Winter should have been killed instead. Lyanna knew she was mourning for a wolf she didn't know was still alive, but she couldn't help but think it rude and rudeness never suited Sansa. 

Arya picked up a knife and began slamming it into the wooden table. She continued for a good five minutes, Lyanna watching her, Winter's head cocked to the side. Lyanna knew why she was doing this; she was angry, upset and mourning. Joffrey's guard The Hound had killed her friend because of ther prince's lie and she swore revenge.

"What do you think you are doing, Arya?" The septa scolded her.

"Practicing," Arya said simply, slamming the knife into the table harder, so hard it stuck.

"For what?" Sansa spat at her.

"The prince," Arya explained to which Lyanna sniggered. The septa reprimanded her more, telling her to act like a lady and to not harm the prince.

"Valar Morghulis," Lyanna said, which made everyone look at her confusedly. Lyanna taught herself high Valerian at a young age because of the interest she had in languages. "All men must die," she explained.

Lyanna pushed her seat away from the table. "Ladies must be excused before leaving the table," the septa corrected.

"And by saying that I must be excused, you are excusing me," Lyanna smirked, walking out of their carriage, followed by her wolf.

Lyanna headed to Snow to saddle her up and get ready for another long day of riding when she was stopped by Jory. "The king wishes you to ride in the royal carriage today, Lyanna, seeing as we'll be arriving later today," Jory said, to which Lyanna pulled a face, triggering a laugh from Jory.

"The queen hates me, the princess finds me a unrespectable urchin and Joffrey treats me like a child, even if he is smitten with me," Lyanna groaned.

"King's orders, Lee, you'll have to go," Lyanna sighed to him and he hit her shoulder gently. "Look on the bright side, the sooner you get in the carriage, the sooner the queen might start to like you,"

"I think the Wall will thaw out before Cersei likes me," Lyanna groaned. "Make sure Snow gets there alright and tell my father that Sansa and Arya are still at each other's necks,"

Jory chuckled at her as Lyanna began to walk away. She walked towards the royal carriage where she knew the queen would be, Winter at her heels, and knocked on the door. It flew open almost as soon as Lyanna had taken her hand away, opened by prince Tommen. He threw his arms around her neck, hugging her, catching Lyanna off guard. She laughed at the boy as he nearly knocked her into the mud.

"Tommen!" She laughed at the young prince.

"Lyanna!" He laughed back at her, pulling away. "You're here, mother said you would be travelling with us!" Both Tommen and Myrcella had grown fond of Lyanna in their journey south as she had taught Myrcella bits of High Valreian and tried to show Tommen how to spar with a tourney sword. It had been good fun, until Lyanna saw the queen glaring at her more as she spent more time with her children.

Lyanna made her way into the carriage with Winter following her. She saw that it had been well decorated with plush red seats and a table in the middle, filled with food. Though she was not hungry, it was a magnificent sight.  Lyanna saw the queen sat in the corner with her daughter next to her. Myrcella, who had previously been scared of the dire wolves, shied away from Winter, still wary about the wolf.

"Your grace," Lyanna bowed her head in respect. "Myrcella, you have nothing to fear, Winter is not a savage, she is well trained," Lyanna sat across from the queen, who had forced a smile onto her face slightly at Lyanna, only out of politeness.

"You must be excited to get to King's Landing, Lyanna," Cersei said, almost slyly. "After all, your wedding will be soon," She said the word wedding bitterly.

"I wouldn't say excited, Weren't you scared before your wedding, your grace?" Lyanna asked. Lyanna hadn't told anyone, but she was actually losing sleep over worrying about the day she would wed Jeoffrey. It wasn't just the fact she would be signing her life away and be tied down at the age of fourteen without properly living, it was the bedding ceremony. It was the fact that she would be stripped naked by drunken strangers in front of her sisters and father and be forced to fuck Jeoffrey in front of all of them.

"Myrcella, Tommen, go outside for a moment I need to speak with Lyanna for a moment," she said to her children. They exited the wheelhouse as soon as she said, leaving Lyanna and Winter alone with Cersei.

"When I married Robert, he was the man every woman in Westeros wanted," he began and for once she wasn't glaring at her. "I felt so lucky and I was proud that I was the one that got to marry him. He was strong and handsome and it seemed like the best day of my life.

"When it got to the bedding ceremony, Robert was drunk. He smelt like wine and I don't think he even knew what we were meant to be doing. As he leant over me, he whispered one name. 'Lyanna'. Your Aunt Lyanna, his dead betrothed. He couldn't even remember the fact that she was dead and that he was marrying me.

"I wasn't scared for my wedding day, Lyanna because at the point of marrying him, I thought he was a wonderful man. Jeoffrey may have a temper and may not like you, but you are still lucky. He will not get drunk and forget your name, or sleep around with whore whilst you are in the next room,"

"I didn't mean to offend you, your grace, you son is a very nice boy," Lyanna said, lying though her teeth. She felt like she had already offended Cersei, she didn't want to cause more damage. "It is just getting married which scares me, I didn't really plan on getting married,"

"You were close to your brother Jon, weren't you?" Cersei questioned her. Lyanna nodded, not fully understanding where she was going. "Of course you were, he's your twin brother. You were close to Jon as I am to Jaime. Did you wish to go to the Wall with him?"

Lyanna nodded to the queen, still confused. "Yes, your grace. It was all I ever dreamed of really,"

"I can tell, you hate dresses as well as being ladylike and fight as well as any man I've seen," Lyanna decided to take the fighting comment as a compliment. However, Lyanna wasn't sure if Cersei was making fun of what Lyanna was wearing. Sansa, despite not liking Lyanna all that much at that point, had chosen her a thin, blue corseted dress along with a necklace with the Stark sidgil hung around her neck, as it always was. The dress was nice, but was far on tight on her and left her short of breath.

"I hate to be rude, Lyanna sweet one, but get over your dream," Cersei told her, glaring at her, putting on a kind tone as well as a pet name. Lyanna hoped that the pet name 'sweet one' wouldn't stick. "It is obvious Jeoff likes your masculine side but he needs a woman who is willing to marry him happily, not some wench who dreams of fighting among rapers,"

Lyanna opened her mouth to say something but Myrcella and Tommen came back in. The two children took their seats and the carriage started moving. After five minutes, the noise of the turning wheels began to annoy Lyanna greatly, as did the feeling of motion sickness. This wheelhouse didn't move as fast as Lyanna's carriage with her sisters and the speed of that didn't bother her. It was the fact that this was moving so slowly which was making Lyanna feel queasy.

After what felt like a lifetime, Lyanna's sickness began to fade. She didn't dare eat anything in case she was sick but Lyanna felt ravenous. She wanted to wait and eat with her sisters and fathers when they got to the capital but she was so hungry she ended up picking up a lemon cake from the tray in front of her. She picked at it, eating most of it. Lyanna's appetite had died down a lot since she had left Winterfell, mainly because most of the food they had eaten on the road was far too sweet for her. Lyanna had a sweet tooth but everything they ate exported from King's Landing seemed to taste far too sweet.

"Sit, Winter. Give me your paw, now the other one," Lyanna instructed to her wolf before giving her the cake she hadn't eaten.

"Winter is so well trained," the princess commented, not daring to touch Winter.

"Dire wolves are fiercely loyal and they're meant to protect their owner," Tommen said to his sister, rubbing his hand against Winter's back.

"Protect their owner, and savage innocents," Cersei said dryly. Her reference to the day Lady died made her feel suddenly awkward, not daring to look the queen in the eye.

As Lyanna talked to the prince and princess, there was a knock at the door as the wheelhouse grounded to a halt. Lyanna got up and opened the door to see Jeoffrey standing in front of her, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"My lady," He offered his hand out to her. "Would you care to ride with me the rest of the way?"

"Your father wishes her to ride with us, Jeoff," the queen cut in.

Lyanna smiled softly at the prince. Although she would rather tell him where to stick his offer, she knew that she had to play it sweet with him. She took his hand and jumped down from the wheelhouse, Winter at her heels again. "I'm sure the king wouldn't mind," she said, smiling at the queen. Jeoffrey closed the door and the wheelhouse began moving again. "Let me get my horse, my prince," Lyanna said but as she began to walk towards where she knew Snow would be tied to the back of the carriage but Jeoffrey pulled her away. 

"No my lady, you will ride on the back of my horse," Jeoffrey smirked at her, puling her towards his horse. He helped her up and then got on himself, sitting in front of her, holding the reins. Lyanna was uncomfortable, as she was perched on the edge of his saddle but she didn't dare say anything as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She did this not because she wanted to but because she felt like she had o, both for her relationship with the prince and fro her safety.

Jeoffrey kicked his horse into a canter so they could catch up to the rest of the party, Winter running alongside. Lyanna's legs already felt like leathe from all the riding but now her whole body ached. Jeoffrey was a sloppy rider and he was hogging the saddle. He slowed down slightly as the Red Keep came into sight and they rejoined the party, which was a slight relief.

"You will love the city, my lady," Jeoffrey said to her, but Lyanna knew already as they rode closer that she wouldn't. It seemed so dirty and she could smell the shit from where they were. However, Lyanna had to lie for the sake of her betrothed.

"It looks wonderful, my love," Lyanna wanted to cring at what she was saying. It all felt so fake, cuddling up to him, calling him sweet pet names. As fake as it was though, Lyanna had to. She knew there was one way to survive in the south and that was getting close to Jeoffrey. Plus, if she let it show that she still found him unbearable then her marriage would become torture. "I just wish my brother could have come with us,"

Lyanna didn't have to see Jeoffrey to know he was pulling a face. "Which one? The cripple or the one that used to beat you?"

She was fuming at what he said. She wanted to push him off the horse and ride it over him before stabbing him with Robb's dagger. "Don't call Bran a cripple, he may not even live," Thinking about Bran was hard and it felt like a dagger to the heart. It made her want to curl into a ball and cry. "He wanted to be a knight, part of the king's guard, don't you dare disrespect him. And Robb never beat me, he trained me. He is my brother, he'd never hurt me,"

Jeoffrey didn't say anything for a while, obviously embarrassed hat he'd offended her. Lyanna didn't say anything either, she just let tears spill out silently. She missed Bran. She missed Robb. She missed Jon. She missed Rickon and Theon too. She missed fighting with Robb. She missed watching Bran climb. She missed playing with little Rickon. She missed laughing with Theon. She missed riding with Jon. She missed Winterfell.

"I'm sorry, my lady, if I offended you," Jeoffrey muttered after a while. Lyanna ignored him, wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her dress. She raised her head and rested her chin on his shoulder. She could see the city getting closer and the smell getting stronger. She hated King's Landing already.

They rode on and eventually, the royal party reached the city. The king, his horse and their guards led them though the streets where the people were crowded. She could hear the shouts and cheers. Lyanna suddenly felt very anxious. She had come to a very dangerous place and she felt like most of these people hated her. Lyanna didn't know why she felt like that. It was probably just nerves but she felt scared in this city, almost like she knew something bad was going to happen.

Lyanna pushed her fear away and focused on the people surrounding them, all come for a glimpse of the king and the royal family. She didn't want the people to hate her, so she pulled away from her betrothed and waved to the crowd of people on her left. She could hear the voices referring to her as 'Stark's bastard', 'future queen' and 'lady of the wall'. Word had obviously spread from Winterfell about her and her desire to go to the wall. It made her flush red in embarrassment as she heard people call her 'lady'.

They kept riding until they eventually reached the red keep, where the king and his family lived. 'My new home', Lyanna couldn't help but think, which brought on a wave of nostalgia to her which was like a punch in the chest.

Lyanna vowed right then that, no matter how long she lived and whether she lived in King's Landing for the rest of her life, the north would always be her home. No matter how long she lived in the Red Keep with Jeoffrey, Winterfell would always be where she belonged.

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Hello!

I'm sorry this is so late but I was busy with school work and Doctor Who came back on which meant I had my DW head on all week. 

I hope you liked this chapter. I changed Lady's death because I didn't want to kill he off, her death still makes me feel upset and I have plans for Lady in this book in the future.

Please vote and comment and I'll upload next friday, as this friday is my DW fic's update week. 

~Olivia