Lyanna Stark the second

Chapter 29

I helped set up camp while the others finished with my husband and his lords. It was very soothing helping the other ladies in the camp with the children and the cooking, Cuana laid by the children although she would growl if any of them came a bit too close to her.

It was a few hours later and Jon finally came back with the others, dinner was a bit tense at first but then when the mead started to pour the men became a bit more lighthearted, some of them even started to sing but us lords and ladies have to hold back so that we can talk a little bit more about tomorrow. After Talion was done eating I brought him to my tent and put him down gently.

"Okay my love, now that you're all fed and sleepy let's put you down for tonight eh?" Talion smiled at me. "Mommy has to go talk to Uncle Jon and hear him be grumpy then mommy will be right back." I kiss his forehead and call Cuana in and make sure that one of the women is there just in case.

"It's a pincer move..." Jon says blandly. Likely to Tormund

"That means that they can't get us from the side." I piped in opening the flaps in a dramatic way. The room wasn't having it, except for Tormund he's alway having whatever I'm doing.

Tormund nods to me in acknowledgment then turns back to Jon. "Did you really think that the cunt would face you man to man?"

"No, I just wanted to make him mad..." I started to zone out and look at the table to see what some of these plans were. It looks like we're having an opening with trenches. That's why they were talking about a pincer move. But it's still slim odds with us being the smaller side. I don't like our odds but it'll have to do.

"...Everyone should get some rest for tomorrow." Davvos says, looking directly at Jon. everyone but Sansa Jon and I start to move but Tormund grabs my arm discreetly and ushers me out.

"Sansa was getting mad at Jon so I'd steer clear for a while at least." he whispers close to my ear. His warm breath tickles my ear and sends a shiver down my spine. The faint smell of goat's milk didn't seem so bad at that moment. "Am I making the little wolf feel like a maiden again." he wiggles his eyebrows at me and I shove him away.

"There isn't enough mead here for that mistake tonight Giants-Babe." I smirked at him and his face went from failed blue-steel to shock. "Jon told me everything about you Tormund, likely in the hopes that I'd never talk to you again, but honestly that does explain how you could stomach rotting goats milk." I smiled at him and patted his face then went for a walk around the camp to see if i could do anything, I don't think that i'll be sleeping at all tonight. I was a few meters away from the camp and I saw a lump on the snow, curiosity getting the better of me. I walked over and when I got closer I recognised who it was.

"Ser Davos, what's wrong?" I ask rushing up to his side. He holds out the figure of a stag and I realize where we are, we're at Shireens pyre. I kneel beside him and held him in a tight hug. It honestly didn't feel right for me to talk so I got up kissed the top of Davos' head then went back to my tent for the night.

The morning was cool and filled with anticipation. I dressed Talion and handed him off to Sansa for a morning walk, since apparently I'm good for morale. I hand out some food and help in any little way I can. I work my way to Jon and the other higher lords.

"Good morning." I say with a smile.

"Good morning Ly." Jon replies with a small smile. Leaning on his saddle I pat his horse and give it a carrot.

"Where's my little prince?" Tormund asks, putting his arm around my waist. I tried to shove him away but I couldn't. He was very warm actually and I can't even say that I hated this.

"He's with Sansa." I grunt still trying to escape his grasp.

"So then you're free for the next five minutes..." He grins I couldn't even think of a good comeback for that, damn that man is getting me off my game.

"Tormund I swear if you don't get your hands off my sister you'll be the first to die today." Jon grips my cloak and yanks me backwards. What am I gonna do about Tormund? I can't continue with him teasing me like this, maybe I just need him for a night. That'll have to fix it.

"Mommy! Look what Aunty gave me!" I spin just in time to catch Talion from smashing into my legs. He held up a stick with such pride my heart swelled and I kissed his face.

"He wanted a fancy stick like uncle Jon so that he could help protect us." Sansa explained

"Well little prince I know that you'll be amazing." Tormund pipes up and then he grabs Talion and starts to tickle him. "But you can't defend from the wildlings!"

"Stop!" Talion squeals laughing and smacking the red headed man with the stick,

"Fine, we can call a truce if your mother gives me a hug for one minute." Tormund holds Talion in front of his face. I hold out five fingers so that Talion can see.

"Five seconds." Talion crosses his arms

"Deal!" Tormund puts down Talion and pulls me into a hug so tight it gets hard to breathe.

"You wasted no time with that one did you." I giggle and wrap my arms around him.

"Why would I?"

"Just don't die, Talion likes you too much." I whisper in his ear. I back away and see him grinning ear to ear. I roll my eyes and walk over to Jon.

"Your son will be quite the negotiator." Jon smiles

"I hope so. He'll be living in a different world when he gets to be our age... I've wanted to talk to you about Ramsay, leave alive until I get there, he's my husband so he's my responsibility." I pat his horse on the neck.

"I will try but if he gets in the way and I don't have a choice then I'll do what I have to do." I nod and take a step back. With Jons whistle the men ride out to their final destination. I pick up Talion and walk over to Sansa who looks guilty.

"You talked to the vale knights?" I ask with a faint smile, she nods and I put my hand on her cheek. "Don't be late to meet them, let me find Agnus and I'll meet you at the battle ride swifty."

The battle was a mess. There were bodies everywhere, Sansa and the knights got there about half an hour before I did but it seems like I came at a better time, Ramsay's men were running back to winterfell. I saw the giant and two other little figures making their way to the castle, I'm guessing it's Jon and maybe Davos or Tormund.

"Let's start to make our way over there shall we?" I ask Sansa, she nods looking more pale then usual. I ignore it and trot the way to the gates.

When I got through the gates I see Ramsay pulling an arrow from his quiver even though Jon is really close, what a grave mistake, Jon smacks Ramsay with the shield and makes Ramsay fall on his back Jon then gets on top and starts to beat the shite out of my husband. Ramsay's head lulls back in a way that it shouldn't so I walk over to Jon.

"That is enough, remember your promise." I growl Jon hesitates "Look at Sansa." he looks up and sees our sister horrified at the sight. Jon gets up and walks off in a huff. I grab some rope and tie his hands and feet.

"What are you going to do to him?" Sansa squeeks out.

"I'll spare you the details, but he will suffer from what he has taught me, and his hounds will be fed as well." I sigh and look up and see Davos standing close by. "Ser Davos, can you lift him for me? If that won't be too much trouble." He nods and brings him to the basement and helps me set up but leaves shortly after. I looked at the set up and decided that I needed some air first. The snow hits my face and I close my eyes.

"Lady Lyanna." I open my eyes and see Agnus with Talion. I look around and see that the men from the front gates have already been moved.

"How much did he see?" I ask

"Not much up close I went the long way around." she says nervously. I smiled at her and took Talion from her arms.

"Thank you Agnus, if it won't be a bother, I'm hoping that you can continue to help with my little one, as a paid staff member, we can talk about everything else later." I whisper as the lady looks at me with a big smile.

"It would be my honour!" I smiled back and walked to find Talion a room.

After Talion was settled into bed, I knew what had to happen next.