Chapter 17

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2 month time jump. It is Lyanna's 18 birthday and she has a small talk with Cersei. Jaime gets ambushed during the party and he tells someone some hard trues. I hope you guys like it. 🥰


2 months later.

Lyanna ran her hands down her gown, checking herself in the mirror to make sure everything was in place. Her gown was a work of art, made in her families's colors, both her families. The gown was mostly blue, showing her Tully roots, it had accents of red, gold, and a bit of gray at the bottom. Two rubies adorned the front, and her earrings were a gift from Tyrion. Her good brother had the earrings especially made for her. Half her hair had been pulled back in intricate braids, which wrapped around the gold tiara Jaime had gifted her. She had awoken this morning to Jaime's kisses, her husband had presented the tiara after spending the first few hours making love to her. He kept saying how her eighteen name day was important since it was the first one they would be celebrating together, Jaime had been away for all her other name days.

Tywin had prepared a grand feast in her honor, inviting every lord in the seven kingdoms. Lyanna had sent a letter to Lyarra and a gift. She was dying to see her sister but did not want her to come to Kings Landing yet. Baelish was still around and she did not trust the man or the Tyrells. She would not place her sister in danger. There was a knock on the door before it opened and her husband entered, followed by Tyrion and Tommen.

"Sister, you look beautiful." Tyrion looked at her appreciatively, smiling when he noticed the earrings. "I am glad you liked my gift."

"They are beautiful." Lyanna did not have time to say anything as Jaime kissed her until Tyrion cleared his throat. Lyanna was blushing when Jaime pulled away and she could see Tommen blushing also. She gave Jaime a playful glare. "You are awful."

"I am not." His smile was playful. "I was just showing my appreciation for how beautiful you look this night."

"Thank you." She was still blushing when Tommen approached her.

"Happy name day, aunt Lyanna." The small boy held up a bouquet of winter roses. "Grandsire Tywin said these were your favorite and he helped me obtain them for you."

"Thank you, my sweet. They are beautiful." She kissed Tommen's cheeks, smiling at the way he blushed. "This is the best gift I have received. I will have a maid put them in water."

"Hey! I gifted you very expensive earrings." Tyrion's glare was playful.

"Yes, and I gifted you a tiara," Jaime smirked at her.

"Well, Tommen's gift is better." She rolled her eyes at both men. "Live with it."

Tommen's chest had puffed out as he looked at both his uncles, pride all over his face. Cersei had also been invited to the feast, it would look strange if the daughter of the king was not invited. Lyanna hoped she would not cause any problems, especially because Tommen would also be attending. She did not like when Cersei acted out in front of the boy, he would be sad anytime his mother behaved badly.

Everything was going well and people were rejoicing to have a reason to celebrate once more. Lyanna had insisted that food be donated to the small folk, so they would be able to celebrate also. Jaime had agreed with her wholeheartedly and had sent several red cloaks to provide food to the people. From what Tywin had said Lyanna was now one of the people's favorite. They were saying she had been sent by the gods to save them.

Lyanna had learned ruling from her father and Tywin and knew that having the support of the people was essential to have a successful rule. Most of the nobility only cared about people from the higher class, but Lyanna knew that the common folk were even more important. They outnumbered the rich one hundred to one. They were also the ones that made the kingdom function. She will not turn her back to them. Before she had only been able to help those in the Westerlands, but now as a princess of the realm she could help even more people.

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