The last few nights had been a nightmare. Lyanna hadn't slept, and neither had Winter. The direwolf spent the nights pacing up and down by her son's cradle, whilst Lyanna herself sat on the edge of the bed, sharpening her dagger and Joffrey's wedding sword, whilst keeping her bow and arrows close. The guards which had been stationed outside of her door hadn't slept much either, but they seemed to be a lot more alert than Lyanna.

Sleeping in the Tower of the Hand was comforting for her. She was closer to her family this way, and closer to the Stark guards, who would be able to protect her much better than Baratheon or Lannister guards ever could.

Not only had Lyanna been surrounded guards, but Alize had been with her constantly. The handmaiden had helped her feel safe in ways that guards could not. Alize had helped with the baby when Lyanna wasn't sure what to do, especially when it came to choosing his name.

"What are you going to call him?" she had asked the night before and Lyanna tried - more like struggled - to get him to sleep.

"I never thought of any names," she cursed herself, crading the small boy into her chest.

"I chose all of my sibling's names, my mother always said that carrying and birthing was the easy part, naming was the difficult stage," Alize commented. "One time, she was so stuck for a name, I suggested she name it after my father, though she would have sooner killed herself than do that,"

Lyanna looked down at her son. Her real father would never see her, let alone his grandson. Suddenly, a name seemed to stand out to her.

"I'm going to name him Brandon, after my uncle... I mean, my father. I'm still getting used to thinking of him like that," she said rather firmly, beaming down at the little boy. "Prince Brandon Jon Baratheon, the first of his name,"

***

"My Lady," Lyanna heard a call from behind her as she walked back to her uncle's solar with Sansa and Arya, Brandon sleeping in her arms. She tightened her grip on her son as she turned to face Lord Baelish.

"My Lord, to what to I owe the pleasure?" She forced a false smile onto her face. Lyanna turned to Sansa, laying Brandon into her arms. "Take Brandon and go see father, I'll be there shortly," She hated to see him go where she couldn't watch over him, even if it was her sister he was with.

"I merely wished to congratulate you, having a child is not something all women survive," he said, rather smugly. It sounded like he knew something to do with the assassins in her room the few nights before, but she didn't want to question him.

"Thank you, my Lord, if that's all," she turned to walk off in the other direction, where Sansa and Arya had moments ago, but his hand reached out, taking her wrist into his grip, stopping her.

"You look remarkably like your father, you know," he said, his tone never straying from being sly. "You also look like your mother, though you only see the resemblance if you're looking,"

"Thank you, Lord Baelish, though I don't know who my mother is, my father never told me about her," she said coolly, trying to stay calm, despite getting the feeling he knew her secret.

"Pity," he said, his eyes crawling over her face. She stood her ground, looking him dead in the eye. Eventually, he let go of her wrist and she began to walk away. "Knowledge is power, you know, and that piece of knowledge is something people would kill for,"

She kept her facade up as she walked away, hiding the fact that she had stiffened upon hearing those words.

'Knowledge is Power' is Baelish's words. He sent the assassins.

As she turned a corner to the Hand's Tower, she began to run, grabbing the skirt of her long Baratheon-yellow dress in a fist. As she ran, she felt her heart pounding in her rib cage, those awful words echoing in her mind.

She reached the door and opened it with a hurry, practically falling into the room. She saw Lord Stark sat behind a desk, his head in one hand exasperatedly, Sansa and Arya sat beside him, Brandon sleeping in Sansa's arms. Protectively, Lyanna took him back into her own, holding him tightly.

"What have I missed? What's going on?" she said, forging calmness.

"I'm sending the three of you back to Winterfell," Lord Stark said, causing a grin to cross over her face.

"Are you serious?" She exclaimed happily.

"Why are you so happy about this? You'll be leaving your husband!" Sansa exclaimed, a mixture of anger and upset on her face.

"Fuck him," Lyanna shrugged, thinking of the purple bruise still gracing her cheek.

"I'll have to miss my lessons with Syrio!" Arya called out.

"I'll teach you," Lyanna shrugged again. "Are you actually being serious? Can we really go home?"

"Yes, Lya, we can go home," her uncle muttered, clearly irritated about how Sansa and Arya took the news.

"Why would you want to go home and leave your husband?" Sansa cried. Lyanna couldn't help but hate how her sister still adored the prince, even after she had seen the bruise he'd given to her. "You're married to Joffrey, you'll be queen one day and have his children!"

"Seven hells," Arya rolled her eyes.

"I've already given him a son, which he said to my face he didn't care about before I even gave birth," Lyanna glared at Sansa slightly, trying to keep her voice low as not to wake her son.

"He hasn't even seen Brandon yet, how could Joffrey hate him?" Sansa asked, desperately trying to defend Joffrey with no success.

"The same way he could hate me," she hissed bitterly.

"Joffrey is a golden lion, and he's brave and honourable," Sansa said, in the same tone she used when talking about brave knights and fairytales.

"Joffrey is a Stag, like his father," Arya rolled her eyes again.

"He's nothing like that old fool," Sansa said and something which resembled realisation crossed their father's face.

What Sansa said made Lyanna think. Baratheon's typically had black hair and blue eyes. Joffrey had blonde hair and green eyes. Baratheon traits were stronger than those of house Lannister, so why did Joffrey look the way he did? Unless he wasn't a Baratheon. He might not be Robert's son at all.

"Go on," he said, cutting the conversation and her thoughts off. "Go get the septa to help you pack up your things," The two younger girls began to argue back but Lyanna ushered them out, and was about to follow them when she was called back. "Lyanna wait. What Sansa said..."

"You're think that Joffrey isn't Robert's son?" She muttered quietly, sitting across from him, the small child still bundled up in her arms.

"Yes, I was," Her father nodded. "Jon Arryn died shortly after looking into Robert's bastard children, who looked more like him than the two princes and the princess,"

"Baratheon traits are stronger," Lyanna muttered, looking down at her son. He had dark hair, like her, and the same coloured eyes too; nothing about him was Joffrey's. "Look at Brandon. Dark hair, dark eyes. His father is blonde. The situation was similar with Cersei and Robert, except instead of Joffrey coming out dark haired, he favoured the Lannister side of him, even if Robert's genes were stronger than Cersei's. It's not typically possible,"

"So Joffrey... he's a bastard," Lord Stark concluded.

"By blood or personality?" Lyanna smirked slightly. "Whose his father?"

"There are rumours... I believe his father is Jaime Lannister, the queen's twin brother," Lord Stark theorised. "Bran must have seen them in Winterfell. Jaime must have pushed him out of the tower and then sent the assassin after he found out Bran had lived,"

To this, Lyanna stood up furiously. "He did? I'll kill him! I'll kill that fucking Kingslayer and wipe that cocky smirk off his face, the bastard!"

"Calm down," Lord Stark began.

"I will not! He hurt my brother! Bran will never walk again in his life! His dreams of the king's guard are ruined because of that stupid Lannister!" Lyanna was close to tears talking about her brother. She missed his so much.

"If anyone finds out about this, both of our heads will be on spikes," Lord Stark said calmly and Lyanna felt her mood smoothen slightly. "I must take this news to Robert when he gets back from the hunting trip, when the two of you are back safe in Winterfell," Lord Stark reached his arms out and Lyanna laid Brandon into them. He smiled down at the child softly.

"Remember when you said my marriage prospects looked bleak? That I would only be able to marry bastards?" Lyanna smirked slightly. "Well, I still got my bastard,"

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Hey guys!
So Lyanna knows about Joffrey's parentage! Also, her son's name is Brandon! And also, it was Baelish who sent the assassins! Jesus, a lot happened in this chapter.

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~Olivia