Lyanna had finally relaxed when she heard the bells coming from the sept, which led her to tense up again. She looked over to her father before forcing on a smile, trying to convince him that she was still okay.

"You are a terrible actress, Lyanna," Ned said to her, helping her out of the carriage. "Don't try and fool me, I've known you your whole life and I can tell when you are bluffing,"

Lyanna sighed lightly, trying to put on a more genuine smile. She didn't know what would happen after today, which made Lyanna feel sick with worry.

Lord Stark led his daughter through the street which the Sept was on, the pair of them ignoring the cries from the crowd surrounding them. The members of the King's Guard who were stood by the great wooden doors moved to stand next to Lyanna protectively, despite them all knowing she could protect herself if danger stood in her way. The King's Guard pulled their swords out, blocking the crowd from getting to their future queen and the Hand.

Lyanna looked over to her father as they both made their way into the sept, their arms linked together. As they entered to old, holy building, Lyanna heard godly people singing softly before she saw the great masses of people, staring at her. Most of the people there she had never seen but as she got further into the building she saw her sisters, Robb and Theon stood in front of her father's men, with the septa and Jory stood among them. On the opposite side, Cersei was stood with her two youngest children, Jaime in his golden armour and white cloak of the King's Guard and a man who Lyanna could only guess was Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock an grandfather to Joffrey. Lyanna didn't see Robert among them, or anywhere else for that matter. She wondered where he was.

That was when Lyanna saw Joffrey. He was stood waiting for her in front of the Septon, wearing golden robes with stags and lions embroidered into them. When Ned and Lyanna reached him, Joffrey linked his arm through her free arm as Lord Stark let go of her, bowing slightly at the Prince before going to stand with the rest of her family.

Lyanna felt Joffrey pull the golden royal cloak over her shoulders and the septon began talking. Lyanna wasn't really listening but she kept her eyes fixed on Joffrey and kept what she tried to be a happy, unforced smile on her face. When it came almost to the end, Lyanna found her right hand tied to Joffrey's with a silk cloth.

"Let it be known that Lyanna of house Stark and Joffrey of houses Baratheon and Lannister are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who attempts to tear them apart," the septon announced to the crowd. Lyanna couldn't help but think about how much she would reward the person who broke her and Joffrey up.

As the septon pulled the silk away, Lyanna felt Joffrey pull her in. He pushed his lips against hers gently, no passion included in the small kiss. She didn't pull away, not wanting to seem displeased with her new husband. She waited until Joffrey pulled away completely before she smiled at him again. He linked his arms through hers as the guests clapped. As he pulled Lyanna back down the aisle, Lyanna avoided eye contact with her family, not wanting to look at her father or her brothers and sisters, or even Theon.

"My lady, you are my wife now," Joffrey said, smirking cockily at her as he lead her outside. Lyanna stopped him as he began walking towards their horse they would be riding back to the red keep on.

Lyanna raised her hand in the air and waved to the crowd. She watched as Joffrey glanced at her, looking at her like she was stupid. "What are you doing, wife?"

He addressed her as his wife which left Lyanna still in shock at what had just happened. She still felt in denial about the wedding, even though it had happened five minutes ago. "These will be you people one day, you need to show them respect and, one day, they will respect you if you treat them correctly," Lyanna explained, taking hold of Joffrey's hand, triggering cheers from the crowd. "My father always says that. Imagine a war comes and you ask every man in that crowd to fight for you. Those men will not want to fight for a stranger, they will want to fight for a leader who makes himself known to them, who respects them,"

Joffrey laughed at her, as if what she was saying as ridiculous. However, he still waved to the crowd momentarily before mounting onto the horse waiting for them. He offered his hand out for her and she took it. He pulled her onto the back of his horse and she wrapped her arm around him, still waving to the cheering crowd.

Talking of her father made her home sick for Winterfell. Each night at dinner, her father would invite a different person from his guard or household staff to sit with them on the top table. Lyanna liked the nights where Old Nan would sit with them and tell them stories, but she used to like it when Mikken the Black smith would sit there as well, as his trade of forging swords and other weapons fasinated her. When she got older , however, she loved it when Jory sat with them, because of the war stories he would tell. She longed to go back to the days where the only thing she worried over was who would sit with them at dinner.

"Did I tell you that you looked beautiful today, my lady?" Joffrey said, kicking the horse into a trot as they rode down the streets of King's Landing, snapping her out of her daydream. "You're the finest northern lady that has ever lived,"

"Thank you, my prince, but it is untrue," Lyanna said, pulling a face at his cringy words. "My sister Sansa is so much prettier than I and I heard that my aunt Lyanna was the most beautiful girl in all the seven kingdoms, or so I've been told,"

Joffrey didn't say anything until they got back to the castle. He jumped of the horse, helped Lyanna off and then began to lead her towards the gardens where the wedding celebrations would be held. He took hold of her hand in his as they walked past all the southern plants and flower bushes leading to the seating area laid out by the servants. Lyanna didn't want to hold his hand but she knew she had to, she had to act and lie like the rest of the high lords and ladies of King's Landing.

Joffrey led her to the clearing to see that small, circular tables set out around the bottom half whilst three long rectangular tables had been put together at the front. Three banners had been put up behind the tables, one showing the grey and white wolf of house Stark, one showing the red and golden lion of house Lannister and the last the black and yellow stag of house Baratheon.

Lyanna and Joffrey took their seats in the two fine wooden chairs tied with red, grey and yellow ribbons as the rest of the guests arrived. Lyanna grabbed the golden wine goblet and poured the horrid tasting southern wine into it and, before it could even settle in the cup, she had downed it. If Lyanna had to sit next to Joffrey and some Lannister's for the rest of that day then she would drink enough to not remember it.

"Where's your father, Joffrey?" She asked after a while, only to get her answer from Ser Jaime.

"The king got royally drunk last night," He explained, the look on his face telling her that he was ashamed of the man his sister was married to. "He couldn't even remember what season it was, so I doubt that he knew it was your wedding day today,"

Lyanna laughed slightly, finding the King's habit to get drunk rather funny, even though it was quite serious considering the fact he never actually made a decision about his kingdoms. She filled her goblet of wine again, mimicking her previous actions only to realise Theon was staring at her from the other side of the table.

"Lyanna your drinking like a man about to go into battle," she heard Theon say, smirking at her. It hadn't gone though her head that she would also be sitting with her family, as well as her family-by-law.

"Are you criticizing my wife, boy?" Joffrey glared at Theon.

"Joff, this is my father's ward, Theon," Lyanna interrupted his accusation. "Theon is like a brother to me and I'm as close to him as I am to my real brothers. He meant no harm, my love," Lyanna's last two words caught in her throat like vomit but she forced herself to say them, no matter how much she hated to say them. She didn't love her husband, she never would, but she would have to pretend, at least for now.

Robb sat down next to Lyanna and her father next to him but all Lyanna could think about was the fact that Joffrey was sat next to her, his hand on her knee. As much as Lyanna hated it, she kept a smile on her face, laughing at the right time. However, when she knew no one was looking, she let her face fall as she downed another half cup of wine. This was not often as she was Joffrey's bride, so whenever she looked up, at least three people were looking at her.

"Joffrey, Lyanna," Lyanna heard a stern voice say. She looked up to see Lord Tywin Lannister standing in front of them. He was holding a fine sword with a golden hilt with a ruby on the end of the handle. He laid the sword on the table in front of Joffrey as a wedding gift.

"It's a beautiful sword, my lord," Lyanna said. It was a fine blade, not as good as her father's sword Ice, but it was greatly made. "Can I see it, Joff?"

Tywin laughed a harsh and ungenial laugh, smiling almost scarily at his granddaughter-by-law. Lyanna knew that his was a harsh man, uncaring to everything except the reputation of his house. She felt his eyes burn into her to the extent it made her feel uncomfortable and slightly scared. She refused to show this fear however, choosing to stare out the old lion instead of cowering away.

"Swords are for men, not girls," he reprimanded her, making Lyanna flush red.

She wanted to say that if swords were for men, how could she so easily beat Joffrey in a duel, but she didn't at first until Joffrey laughed along with Tywin.

"You try telling my lady that," he sniggered at Lyanna, making her blush more. "Instead of how a woman loves sewing needles, my wife loves her weapons, fighting is like a second instinct to her,"

"There's a difference between fighting and knowing how to defend yourself," Robb spoke up. Lyanna could tell that the conversation made him feel as uncomfortable as it made Lyanna.

"Then why, may I ask, is my lady covered in bruises from your so called 'defense lessons'?" Joffrey asked Robb, his question making Lyanna burn with anger. Robb had bruised her in their fights, but only slightly. Joffrey, though he had suffered more that she, had given her two scars, making him a hypocrite.

"Excuse me, my lords, my prince," Lyanna sighed, pushing her chair away from the table. She felt sick and her stomach was in knots. Her head was spinning slightly from the wine making her feel dizzy. She needed to get away from all of the patronising laughter and fast before she got frustrated and embarrassed.

Lyanna headed towards the smaller tables where she knew the other guests would be sat at, walking swiftly to the area of the gardens where no one was, not even the musicians who played Lannister songs. She sighed, her hand gripping onto her throbbing forehead before sliding down the back side of a tree, hidden from view of all of the guests. She inhaled deeply, raising her knees, resting her head against them, the cool evening breeze from the ports blowing in her direction, taking the heat off her.

The whole environment of the celebrations made Lyanna feel wrong. It wasn't even a feeling she felt because it was a new and alien situation. Sure it was new, but it was the fact she was now married off, surrounded by people she didn't really know (including her own husband) with her husband and her husband's family laughing at her. Lyanna didn't want to be in King's Landing, she didn't want to be married. But yet it was real, it had happened and she couldn't change it.

"I've never seen trees this green," she heard a voice from behind say. She didn't bother turning around; she knew it was Robb and she knew she didn't want to talk. He squatted down next to her, nudging her slightly with his elbow. She didn't look up, not wanting her brother to see her slightly puffy eyes. "The trees in Winterfell always had frost on them or were always a little frozen, even in summer. This is actually the first time I'm not wearing more than two layers,"

Robb nudged her again but Lyanna didn't even bother looking up . "Theon's abandoned me already, headed to the brothel. It's not a surprise really, every man in Westeros says Littlefinger's brothel is the finest there is. I'm not that keen really, I'd rather be with you to say we rode for four days straight to get here," he carried on. Lyanna knew he was only talking to let her know that he was there and it was okay that she didn't want to talk. He as always like that when Lyanna felt down, which meant he was a good big brother.

"Rickon misses you," Robb said after ten minutes of silence. "Well he misses everyone, mother especially. I don't think he really knows what he's meant to do with only Bran and I around. Bran misses you too, a lot. He said it was like everyone had died whilst he was asleep. I think he misses everyone being around, you and Jon especially,"

Hearing Jon's name, Lyanna sighed before raising her head, leaning back against the tree. "Any word of Jon?" she asked quietly. Robb smiled at her brightly upon her talking.

"No, no word has come but I suppose it won't be long. Don't worry about him, -Anna, he's a good fighter with a good name .The imp hasn't rode south from the wall yet and I suspect he'll expect to stay at Winterfell on his way back. Where's your wolf?"

"I hope he makes a ranger, that's what we used to hope to become. Imagine that, two northern bastards, off seeking adventure, defending the realm. Winter is up in my room. The queen didn't want her around the guests but if it was up to her she would be dead along with Lady, so I'm lucky," Lyanna shrugged, her mind fixed on Jon, up at the wall with Ghost and uncle Benjen, fighting off wildlings. She didn't bother telling Robb that Lady was actually alive and out in the wild.

"I wouldn't say you were lucky, Lee. You're married off in a strange, dangerous land to a prince who's a spoilt git," Robb raised his eyebrows at his little sister. "Who knows how often he'll let you visit Winterfell and winter is coming, Lyanna, you should be with us in the north,"

Lyanna sighed before remembering what her father had said earlier. "Father said I could fake my death, but I can't see him being serious, you know how he is about being honourable and keeping vows,"

"If he cares about keeping vows that much he wouldn't have slept with another woman and we wouldn't have you and Jon, would we?" Robb said, pointing the obvious out.

Lyanna shook her head, glancing over to Joffrey who was messing around with the sword, slicing it into the table, sending the two wine goblets into the air.

"How charming," she grimaced, cringing at her new husband.

"He doesn't deserve you, you know," Robb said quietly as they sat watching Joffrey. "You deserve a decent man who actually knows not to play with swords. Someone that knows that fighting isn't an art. Someone who isn't... well look at him! He's also arrogant, obnoxious, vile, rude and..." Robb ranted slightly, making Lyanna chuckle slightly.

"He is also your future king, so I'd be careful," Lyanna suggested. "I hate him, but I'm going to have to get used to this,"

"Is that what you want though? Spending your life in this shit hole, with a man you don't love, in a place you hate, lying your whole way though your life?" Robb questioned her. Lyanna sighed,  not wanting to face her new life. "What about when you become queen? When you have children? Are you going to lie about your happiness all through your reign and to your future children?"

"Robb..." she sighed before getting cut off by a shout from Joffrey.

"Wife!" he called her. She pulled herself up, dusting her dress off, heading back to Joffrey. "Do not abandon me here!"

Robb got up angrily as if he was about to knock some respect into Lyanna's husband but she grabbed hold of his elbow, stopping him. "Go, go spend some time with the girls, Arya especially, I think she feels lonely here," Robb dithered for a moment, debating what he should do before sighing, running a hand though his hair, and turning around to find his sister.

Lyanna sighed, taking her seat again, drinking more vile southern wine. She watched as Joffrey received their wedding presents, swords, books, dancers, musicians, all whilst smiling and faking her way though it. Eventually the time came when Joffrey's uncle, Lord Stannis Baratheon of Dragonstone, came forward holding a leather box, its lid held tightly closed by two bronze buckles. On the top was an engravement of what Lyanna guessed was a stag but upon Stannis placing it heavily on the table in front of her, she realised what it truly was.

A dragon.

Joffrey, not seeing the image of the dragon on the leather case went to open it up but was stopped by Stannis.

"It's my wedding gift, I'll do as I like and open it," Joffrey spat stubbornly which led to Stannis glaring at him.

"I think not, Joffrey, this is for your wife," Stannis glared at Joffrey but Lyanna couldn't tell if it was a real glare or if he looked that way all the time to everyone. He glanced over to Lyanna and then gestured for her to open it, keeping his face dead-pan the whole time.

Lyanna nervously reached out, pulling the case towards her, covering the dragon engraving with her hand before Joffrey, or her lord father who was now standing behind her could see it. She glanced up to the glaring lord before undoing the buckles, lifting the leather lid to see a large, oval shaped, grey egg. Lyanna reached her hand out, stroking the cold, stony scales.

"Back in Dragonstone, the Targaryen's had cellars filled with the eggs of unhatched dragons," Stannis said, seeing both Ned and Lyanna's shocked expressions. "They believed that in the longest days of the summer they would hatch, but during the last winter, they all froze into blocks of ice. Robert had most of the eggs destroyed after I took Dragonstone, all except four. Three disappeared, sold away by a merchant, but this one, it was much smaller than the others and was left behind,"

"Why do you give my daughter this gift? You know how your brother feels about Targaryen's and dragons," Ned Stark spoke up, looking down at his daughter, a Targaryen by blood, stroking the egg.

"Robert would hunt down every man, woman and child that bore even one drop of Targaryen blood in them," Stannis said simply. "He would smash all four eggs if he could get his hands on them, but this is just an ornament, never to hatch,"

Joffrey began protesting, telling him how Lyanna couldn't have it, how it wasn't a gift for a girl or a gift for his wife but Lyanna raised her hand and he stopped talking straight away. "Thank you, my lord," Lyanna cut in simply before her father or Joffrey could say anything more.

Stannis nodded to her before he took his leave, walking off in the opposite direction. Lord Stark sat back down next to her, pulling the case towards him, examining the egg. "If I had any sense I would destroy it right here," he sighed to Lyanna.

"You obviously have no sense then, Stark," Joffrey said in his regular cocky tone. Lyanna glared at him slightly, before remembering that she had to be nice to him.

"Keep it," Lord Stark said, pushing it back towards Lyanna as she smiled slightly, looking down at the grey stone. "It will do no harm, as long as you keep it away from Robert,"

Lyanna closed the lid and buckled it up quickly before anyone else could see what it was, hiding it under the table. Lyanna couldn't help but feel like it wasn't stone. As she had touched it, it didn't feel like it had been frozen, like it had turned to stone. Lyanna knew that it was foolish to think it would hatch but part of her told her that it was not just an ornament.

Joffrey stormed off in the same direction Stannis had gone in, leaving Lyanna alone with her father. For the rest of that evening, Lyanna talked with her father and, until the crowd carried her off for the bedding ceremony, it almost felt like normal. Almost.

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Hey guys!

I'm sorry this update took forever but I got really side-tracked with other projects, like a new GOT fanfic! I won't post it yet, I want to get further into this story before I do post the new fic, but I'll le you know when I do post it.

I hope you guys liked this chapter, I worked really hard on it, so please comment and vote. I'll hopefully update in two weeks, but I can't promise anything because mock exams are soon and I'll be busy revising.

See you soon!

~Olivia