Gods Among Us | Game of Thrones

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A/N: This is the first chapter of a fic I've forgotten about but found late last night and realised that I quite liked the idea of a PJO/GOT-type story. Please, if you have any suggestions, do feel free to share. I'm more than willing to listen!

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Tower of Joy 280 AC.

Lyanna Targaryen Neé Stark.

Lyanna knew she would never be forgiven for Rhaegar placing that damnable garland on her lap instead of Elia Martell's. At that moment, she'd never been so happy, yet when she had thought about it, it was the most foolish thing that had ever been done. In front of Robert, too! Lyanna hadn't been surprised by her then-betrothed's unbridled fury. However, that very night, she'd heard the storm lord with a whore. Ned had known, too, but he'd chosen to ignore it. That had enraged Lyanna, so she'd done something she never would have, something she loathed herself for even now.

Lyanna had snuck into the dragon prince's tent.

The hypocrisy of it wasn't lost on her, either. She had made it clear that she wouldn't wed Robert because of his promiscuity, and then she'd gone and done so with a married man. Yet, it was Elia who'd pushed them to marry, Elia who advised Rhaegar to set her aside, and Elia who had taken the she-wolf by the hand and led her into the bed. Nonetheless, whatever her feelings had been... They had been stupid. All three of them were. They should have gone about it in another way.

But Lyanna had never been one for shrewdness, and she was in love. In love with Rhaegar, and in love with Elia, and in love with the prophecy the former had convinced her was true.

And now, in this thrice-damned tower, the subject of the prophecy was quickening in her womb. A girl, a little dragonwolf that Lyanna loved more than life itself already. The war had just begun. It was a war that had started due to Lyanna and Rhaegar running off together, or in some ways at the least. Rhaegar had brought her here for her protection. Being safe was boring, she found. All she had to entertain herself was toying with her protector, the Sword of the Morning.

Lyanna knocked on the door of the deadliest knight in the Seven Kingdoms. When it swung open to reveal her sole companion for the past fortnight since Rhaegar returned to the capital with his other kingsguard, Ser Gerold Hightower and Ser Oswell Whent, Lyanna offered him a toothy grin as his laughing purple eyes peered at her. Tall and powerful, with a smile that made maidens hot merely glimpsing it, it was no wonder the women of the realm wept when he donned the white.

"Your Grace," he said warmly.

Lyanna frowned at him. "That's not my name."

Arthur smiled at her. "How may I be of use to you?" Lyanna narrowed her eyes at him but shook her head and decided she wasn't in the mood. "Or are you just in the mood to knock on doors?"

She made a face at him. "I'm making supper." He hummed. "Eat with me?"

"You are making supper?" His smile was bordering on insolence. "Should I be afraid of dropping dead after the first bite?" Lyanna crossed her arms under her chest and lifted her chin.

"Fine," Lyanna said. "Eat your white cloak, then."

"I don't particularly like the texture," Arthur replied.

As it happens, Arthur was right about her cooking being abominable. He laughed as she blushed crimson, spitting the over-slated venison into a square of grey silk, then produced a platter of much better-prepared food from the small kitchen. She glowered at him the whole time, and Ser Arthur Dayne pretended not to notice, annoying her further... He was an outstanding cook, however. She had never eaten anything so divine, and Lyanna supposed he made decent company.