𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 | Stab Wounds

{ Lyra }

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𝕷yra had come to find out that, much like his father, Mikael adored sitting in the pavilion and watching the ships go in and out of port. So, when she was not needed, Lyra often took her son and sat beneath the canopy with Elia.

The midday heat washed over her, followed by a breath of fresh air from the sea, that glimmered in the light. Lyra lifted Mikael higher in her arms, before pointing at the newest ship on the horizon and beginning to talk.

"That ship is from the North, near your uncle. It's carrying news that the Starks were triumphant in their battle against Stannis. Maybe it will tell us that they are going to come south to visit," The game of trying to guess where a ship was coming from and what it carried had originally been invented by Sansa when they had first arrived in King's Landing five years ago. 

Lyra's smile softened at the thought of her sister. It had been nearly a year since Sansa left the city, and four years since Arya had gone missing and now Lyra didn't know where either of her sisters were. In some ways, it felt like she had failed her mother.

Mikael gurgled, reaching up to tap Lyra's forehead.

"What was that for, huh?" The little boy laughed, causing Lyra to pull him closer to her and press kisses all over his face. "Do you want me to go back to talking about the ships? Is that what it is?"

"No, he wants to see his father," 

"Joffrey!" Both Lyra and Mikael's faces lit up as Joffrey placed his crown on the table and leant over Lyra to lift their son from his arms. "I thought I wouldn't see you here until later."

"My meeting ended early," Joffrey murmured, pressing a kiss to Lyra's lips as he dragged a chair to her side and sat down. Lyra beamed watching as Joffrey rocked his son to and fro in his arms. The little boy clutched onto his father's jacket, toying with the button in his chubby hands. "Have you spoken to Tylar?"

"About what?"

"His wedding to Arah. Do you know what's happening with that?"

"I think Tylar wishes for a Northern wedding but there are no Weirwood trees in this part of the world," Lyra murmured, bringing her legs up beneath her. "He's trying to marry her as quickly as possible for I do not think that he wants to spend another moment waiting."

"You know, I wish that we had been married earlier," Joffrey murmured, squeezing her hand. 

"So do I, but we had obstacles to overcome first, like my father being a supposed traitor, the war and your mother," Lyra reminded him softly, before looking up at the sound of footsteps. "Tylar."

"Your Grace, Your Grace," He bowed his head, before coming to stand in front of Lyra and lean against the wall of the pavilion. "Cersei's out and about in the Red Keep and from what I've heard, looking for you."

"For me?" Lyra cocked an eyebrow.

"Why would she do that?" Tylar shook his head. "No, Mikael. She wants to see her grandson because, from what Arah's heard, she wants to reconnect with her family after the ordeal that the High Sparrow put her through."

"If she comes near him again..." Joffrey trailed off, but the threat was clear.

"Oh, give me the word, Your Grace, and I'll happily run her through," Tylar looked between the two rulers with a grin, waiting for one of them to agree to his idea.

"Unfortunately, that would cause problems," Lyra reminded the pair. "I was hoping that the High Sparrow would do us one favour and keep her imprisoned longer but let us just hope that in a castle this large we'll be able to avoid her for as long as humanly possible."

"That does seem to be our best course of action," Mikael laughed, causing the trio to grin. "Mikael agrees."

"Mikael has the good sense of his mother," Tylar replied, before looking up as Drew appeared in the entranceway. "Drew."

"Your Grace," Drew bowed to both of the rulers, before almost tripping over Elia's prone form on the floor. "Sorry."

"You're alright. She sleeps like she's dead," Elia barely moved a muscle as Drew appeared by Joffrey's side.

"What can I do for you?"

"Your mother is looking for you," Drew revealed as Tylar shot the pair a look, shrugging his shoulders in the process.

"Tell her we're busy," Joffrey stood up, still rocking his son as he looked down at Drew. "In fact, just tell her that I don't have the willpower to even pretend to be civil with her at this point."

"You wish for me to say that?"

"No, he does not," Lyra chided, waking her wolf up. "Tell her we're busy and in meetings for the rest of the afternoon. She can't argue against that."

"Alright," Drew nodded, before bouncing off past Joffrey as Tylar followed along behind. Lyra smiled, before hooking her arm through Joffrey's and squeezing.

"I have the rest of the afternoon off," Lyra told him, both of them heading back up to the main part of the castle that housed their chambers, "and I am going to sleep the afternoon away."

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Lyra woke from her nap as the evening drew in. The sky was darkening, stars appearing and the glow of the candles in the windows basked the gardens in a warm light. Stretching, Lyra stood up and began to pull the pins from her hair, un-braiding it as she looked for her husband.

"I thought you were going to rest," Lyra raised an eyebrow as she looked at Joffrey. Her husband was sitting at the desk, flicking through pages of contracts and treaties, but he smiled as she padded to his side. "This doesn't look like resting."

"I'm rested," He held his arms out, pulling Lyra to his side as she ran her hands through his hair. "Mikael is asleep, for the moment. He'll wake up soon."

"I know," She pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"A scroll came for you. I haven't opened it, but I'd assume it's from one of your brothers,"

"They are the only ones who write to me," Lyra smiled, before picking the letter up and breaking the seal of it. "It's from Jon..."

She trailed off, her eyebrows furrowing. Joffrey stopped his work, setting his quill down as he waited for her to speak. Lyra read it again, her hands starting to shake as she tried her best not to believe that the contents of the letter were true.

"My Love?" Joffrey stood up as Lyra's knees seemed to buckle, rushing to catch her. "Lyra? Lyra, what's going on?"

Her eyes filled with tears as she held the letter out for Joffrey to read. He took it from her, reading through it swiftly, before pulling Lyra further into his arms and hushing her as best he could.

"I'm so sorry," He muttered, over and over again as Lyra cried and clung onto him. But his apologies helped little for Jon Snow was dead, and she had lost yet another one of her family.

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌

Hiya,

And that's the end of Book 5, so let me know what your favorite part was in this part of the book. Mine had to be Lyra threatening the High Sparrow, just because feisty Lyra is funny Lyra.

Let me know what you think,

Love Li xx