The morning after Lyanna's wedding, the sun shone down on King's Landing like it was Dorne. She felt homesick even just by the weather. She got out of her feather bed carefully, not wanting to wake Joffrey.

She dressed quickly and quietly, not bothering with her hair as she left the room, ushering Winter out with her. She paused momentarily to attach Joffrey's wedding sword in its scabbard to her belt before rushing out of the room.

Lyanna headed to where she knew her family would be eating, walking at a fast pace with her wolf at her heels, not wanting to be seen by any of the guests staying in the Red Keep. Once she reached her family's quarters, she let herself in, not bothering to knock. She saw her Robb, Theon, Sansa, Arya and the girl's septa sat around the table with Jory guarding the door.

"Morning," Lyanna called out to her family, taking a seat at the table between Robb and Arya.

"You seen tired, didn't you get much sleep last night? Too busy doing other things, like the prince?" Theon smirked at her, which made Lyanna stamp on his foot, glaring at him slightly. "Ow, Lee, I was joking," he raised his hands up in defence, but that didn't stop Robb doing the same as his sister to Theon. "Robb, I was joking,"

"Well don't," Robb scowled at him, before turning to his sister. "Did he hurt you last night?"

"Does bad sex count as being hurt?" Lyanna said simply, helping herself to her food. Everyone in the room including Jory laughed, except for Sansa and the septa.

"It's not funny Lyanna, he's a prince and your husband," The septa reprimanded her.

"Don't remind me, I was there yesterday, I know full well that he's my husband," Lyanna rolled her eyes.

"You should be honoured, being married to him. You will be queen one day, your sons will be kings, their sons will be kings," Sansa muttered to her, not bothering to look up.

"Sansa, if you're still upset that you couldn't marry him, don't be," Lyanna told her sister almost sternly, sick of Sansa's envy. "He may be a prince, but that doesn't make him great, he's foolish, arrogant, vile,"

"Didn't we have this conversation yesterday?" Robb sniggered at her slightly. "But you're right, you shouldn't have..."

"Shouldn't have what? Joffrey isn't the king yet and he's my husband too, I can say what I like about him," Lyanna snapped slightly which was when Robb got up. "Are you leaving already?"

Robb nodded to her as Theon stood up as well. "Don't... don't leave us yet, please," Lyanna felt tears pricking at her eyes and she began pushing them away. "Please Robb, please Theon, I don't want you to leave,"

"We have to -Anna, I'll see you soon, good luck with your husband," Robb pulled her into a hug. He was slightly taller than her, which meant her head was resting on his chest on his leather armour. She pulled away, turning to Theon.

"Keep him safe, Greyjoy," Lyanna said quietly to Theon. As Robb and Theon walked out of the room, Lyanna turned away, hiding her reddened face away from their view.

"I wish I could go back to Winterfell with them," Arya sighed.

"I wish you'd go back to Winterfell with them too," Sansa muttered, shooting a glare at Arya.

Lyanna rolled her eyes at her sisters, not wanting to bother getting them to stop arguing. The matter of the wolves was still a tender subject between them and even mentioning their names to each other could set Sansa and Arya off at each others necks again.

Lyanna sighed, pushing her stool out. She got up and went back to the door. "Where are you going?" Arya asked her, getting up soon after her sister.

"To ride after Robb," She muttered simply, smirking at her sisters.

"You can't! Your Prince Joffrey's wife, you have to stay!" Sansa exclaimed. Lyanna wasn't sure why she cared so much about her relationship with Joffrey.

Lyanna turned towards the door to see Jory stood in her way. "Let me go, Jory," Lyanna tried to push past him but he put a firm hand on her shoulder. "Jory, let me go! Let me go after my brother, please. I'll ride with them to Winterfell, I just want to see Bran and Rickon and I'll ride back after a few days, I promise. Please Jory," She felt like she was begging but she couldn't help it.

"No, -Anna," He said simply. She continued to beg and he stayed firm on what he was saying.

Lyanna sighed once more, exasperated at Jory. "Fine, that's fine, I won't go after my brother," She walked towards the other door, Winter following her from where she had been laid under the table.

"Just because I said no doesn't mean you can run away through the other door," Jory sighed, yet he didn't sound serious.

"I'm going for a walk, if that's so terrible," she muttered, calling back to him as she began walking down the hallway. "If you don't believe me, you could always come with me,"

As she was walking she heard footsteps and knew Jory had followed her. She stopped, waiting for him to catch up. Winter however, didn't stop and kept trotting forward around the corridors. Lyanna heard a scream and running footsteps around the corner.

"A beast!" A girl shrieked as she ran around the corner. "A monster in the castle!"

Lyanna began sniggering at the girl but when two more ran around the corner dressed like whores, shrieking. Jory began chuckling along with her as Winter came back around the corner, cocking her head, looking curiously at the screaming girls.

"Stupid girls, Winter is no beast or monster," Lyanna rolled her eyes as she carried on walking down the hallway with Jory, the pair of them still laughing.

"Aye, but when you grow up in the south with nothing but fat house cats running around, you would think a three foot dire wolf pup was a monster too, my lady," Jory commented, still slightly sniggering.

"I rarely saw a cat in Winterfell, only dogs, and by the end, there was rarely a dog in the great hall because of the wolves," Lyanna muttered, more to herself as they walked along.

The two of them walked around the Red Keep and around the gardens, until they reached the clearing where the wedding party had been held. Lyanna paused, looking around. All the tables had been moved and the decorations had been taken down. The area looked completely different to the night before. She paced out into the center of the clearing and looked back at Jory, pulling her sword out.

"My lady?" he questioned her, a slight smirk on his face.

"Oh, come on Jory, fight me," she said, feeling like she was begging again. "I haven't had a proper fight since I left Winterfell, I'll get rusty,"

"I could hurt you," he began but she cut him off by knocking his arm slightly with the flat of her blade.

"Robb hurt me plenty in training back home, I have loads of bruises and scars, so trust me, even if you give me another few, no one will notice or be able to prove they weren't there before," she smirked, almost excitedly at the thought of sparring.

Jory sighed. He knew her father wouldn't exactly like this but he also knew that Lyanna could wrap anyone around her little finger; there was no point arguing.

Jory pulled his sword out but before he could even move, Lyanna was aiming to strike him. He blocked her quickly and she soon realised that Jory had been to war, Robb, Jon, Theon and Joffrey hadn't. Jory had experience, he'd had to fight to survive, like many other soldiers, but her brothers and husband hadn't. Jory was going to be a much harder fight.

The two duelled for what felt like hours, uninterrupted by any one. A few people had walked into the clearing but as soon as they saw Lyanna and Jory locked in a fight, they all turned and ran the other way. It wasn't until Lyanna heard the padding paws  and howling of Winter was her concentration broken. She spun around to see Winter holding a cat in her mouth, blood staining her muzzle. At that same time, Jory slashed her right arm. The blade cut away the sleeve of her dress and blood began to seep through. Lyanna hardly felt it.

"You made me bleed," she hissed, only feeling the pain when she took the sword in her right hand. She fought with her left hand, which was backwards to most men, but it felt natural to her.

Before Jory could respond, there was the sound of heavy footsteps as four city watchmen came around the corner in full armour, their swords drawn.

The first man, Ser Janos Slynt she believed, stepped forward. Lyanna held her sword ready, unsure why he was even approaching her. The man laughed and the others copied him; obviously the sight of a woman with a sword amused them.

"Put the sword down, girl," he spat at her as Jory came closer to Lyanna. "These are the Red Keep gardens, not some corner of Flea Bottom where you can fight with your stolen sword, put the blade down,"

Lyanna began to laugh and Jory did too. That was when she noticed how ragged she did look. Her hair hadn't been properly taken out of the braid from yesterday and now resembled a tangled birds nest. Her dress was muddy at the bottom where it swept across the ground and it was torn, tattered and slightly bloody from where Jory had hit her too hard. She looked like a common peasant.

"I live here," She said defiantly, which caused them to laugh more. "Honestly, I live here, I'm Lyanna Snow - I mean, Stark, I'm Lyanna Stark," the name Stark still baffled her and had hardly hooted used to it, even if she was a Baratheon now.

There was a shuffling sound and all the guardsmen got down onto one knee. Lyanna  wondered for a second if they were bowing for her, but then she saw Cersei walk in front of them. Lyanna sheaved her sword, sliding it back into its scabbard, Jory doing the same.

"I heard there was some sort of disturbance here, I knew it would be you," Cersei said to her, the same patronising but bored smile on her face. "I tried to tell Robert you were too unruly to marry Joff and only now do you wish to prove it to him,"

"I'm sorry, your grace, I always knew I was unworthy for Joffrey," Lyanna lied, not making eye contact with Cersei.

"You are," she said bluntly, glaring at Lyanna's bloody arm. "Your bleeding," she muttered, pointing out the obvious. "Only been married a day and yet you wish to bring disgrace onto the royal family?"

"Oh, of course not, your grace," Lyanna smirked, hoping she came across as genuine rather than sarcastic. "Nothing brings me more delight than my marriage,"

"One day, something will haplen to you and it will make everything good taste sour in your mouth, and you'll know that it was because you were lying to me," Cersei spat at her, leaving her stunned. Before she could reply, Cersei had stalked off, the city watchmen following her. She grunted in irritation and pain before walking off in the opposite direction, her mind on Winterfell and how much easier everything was back home.

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Hey guys!

I'm really gonna miss Robb! I really want to write him in again somewhere but he just can't fit without ruining the flow of the original plot. I wish I could fit him in, but some dreams don't come true. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it was really hard to write for some reason!

There's gonna be a few bombshells in the next few chapters, which none of you are ready for! I can't wait for then! In the meantime though, I just updated my Doctor Who fan fic, which you should check out it you like DW.

Stay tuned,

~Olivia