A Dragon In Wolf's Clothing ~A Game of Thrones fan fiction~

Chapter Seven: Fall

"Bran!" Lyanna called whilst sat on Snow, looking around as she trotted across courtyard. The king, her father and a bunch of other men were riding out on a hunt, all except for Lyanna, Jon, Bran, their sisters and the royal women.                       

"Jon!" Lyanna called, seeing her brother stood over by his horse. Despite not going on the hunt, Lyanna and Jon were going out for a ride, alone. Except Lyanna suddenly felt bad that they hadn't asked Bran along. Of course Lyanna would be spending a lot more time with Bran when they went to King's Landing and she would probably not see her twin for a long time but Lyanna felt bad for Bran, as he was the only true born Stark boy not going, except for Rickon, of course.

"Jon, have you seen Bran?" Lyanna asked as she saw Jon mount his horse.

Jon shook his head before saying "I think he's gone climbing with his wolf, he really needs to think of a name," Lyanna rolled her eyes at the fact Bran was climbing, despite Lady Stark constantly telling him not to.

As Lyanna was about to say something, she heard horseshoes clanging against the cobblestone floor. She turned in her saddle to see Jeoffrey sat on his horse ready for the hunt, glaring at her.

"My prince," Lyanna bowed her had in respect. Despite hating him, Lyanna had to be civil; they were going to be married the week after they got to King's Landing.

"I'm glad to see your not coming with us on the hunt, legitimised and betrothed to me you may be, but your still a bastard and a bitch," he spat at her.

"You may not like me, your grace, but we will get married, I don't want to become Queen but I have accepted that, as should you," Lyanna said to him, before riding away in the other direction, followed by Jon.

They rode fast, both horses in a gallop until they reached the Godswood. Lyanna dismounted and ran to the Weirwood tree, looking at the face, the blood of the gods running down the bark. Lyanna was not religious. She never prayed, she never thought of the gods, old or new. That didn't mean that she didn't believe in them. She believed that there was some higher force controlling them. There was something out there that had created them. However, Lyanna refused to acknowledge them. They may have cared right in the beginning what happened to the people below them but now they obviously didn't. Lyanna also thought it was stupid how people preyed to their separate gods instead of focusing on their own lives. A man could be about to go into battle and would be praying to live instead of sharpening his weapons.

"You never pray, why are we here?" Jon asked her, whilst Lyanna knelt by the pond in front of the tree, watching the red leaves blow in the wind.

"That doesn't mean I don't like this tree. Plus King's Landing doesn't have a Godswood, not one as beautiful as this one, anyway," Lyanna sighed as Jon came to sit next to her. "It feels like the North here, like home, and I know that no matter where I go in King's Landing, I will never feel at home there,"

Jon wrapped his arms around his sister. The royal party would leave in three days and Lyanna of course would be going with them, despite the arguments they had had over it.

"She is not going south, she belongs in the north, with her family," Robb had yelled at their father the night he had told the rest of their family about Lyanna's legitimisation, betrothal and the fact she was going south.

"Why does Lyanna get to marry the prince?" Sansa had cried, tears streaming down her face. "She's a bastard, she shouldn't marry him, I should!" Lyanna knew Sansa didn't mean to be so horrible about her but she was angry; she had dreamt about marrying the prince and becoming queen one day.

"Sansa is right, Lyanna is a bastard and shouldn't get what Sansa deserves" Lady Stark said, trying to keep her tone calm but Lyanna could tell she was offended the king didn't think Sansa was good enough to marry Jeoffrey.

"Sansa can have him!" Lyanna said, all eyes turning to her. "I don't want to go south, I don't want to get married, I don't want to get married to Jeoffrey and I don't want to be Queen! I don't want to fucking do anything that is expected of me I want to go to the fucking Wall and fight wildlings and not be a lady!" Lyanna could feel herself getting angrier the more she spoke. She felt Jon's hand on her shoulder trying to calm her, as well as Lady Stark glaring at her slightly. "No, Jon, I'm not going to calm down! You don't get it, you get to go and take the black but I have to go and marry a prick who'll probably hurt me if he doesn't like me!"

"Jeoffrey isn't like that!" Sansa cried. "He's nothing like his father and you should be honoured to marry a man like him!"

"I would feel honoured if I could go to the Wall with Jon an uncle Benjen!" Lyanna shrieked at her sister before storming out.

Though she was out of the room she could hear Robb protesting at her betrothal. "You can't let her marry him, father! You can't let her be forced into it! He's vile to her and he won't treat her right!"

"Robb, enough," Lady Stark warned.

"No, its not! He'll break her spirit and leave her in tatters!" Robb had shouted. What he had said had made Lyanna cry more, until she was crying so much, she couldn't hear what they were saying.

"-Anna," Jon whispered, nudging her shoulder. "I'll miss you, you know. It won't feel right at the Wall without going with you,"

Lyanna shrugged. "Different paths often lead to the same place," she said quietly.

"Did I ever tell you can often speak really wise, like a maester?" Jon laughed quietly, though Lyanna could tell that he wasn't really in the mood for laughing.

The twins sat there, looking into the pond water in silence or half an hour. Lyanna's mind was drifting to what would happen at King's Landing. Something told her that the king would want to celebrate the appointment of he father as the hand with something grand, and then there would be the wedding, Lyanna and Jeoffrey's. Lyanna wondered what her wedding would be like. She knew it would be a grand affair as it was a royal wedding but she knew she would not be surrounded by people she liked. Sure, her father, sisters and Bran would be there but the queen and other Lannister's would also be there.

"Can we ride back?" Lyanna asked as her brother wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "I want to have one last walk around Winterfell,"

Jon nodded, walking back to is horse. Lyanna mounted Snow before glancing over to Jon, smirking at him. "I'll race you back to Winterfell," she called, already ahead of him as she kicked Snow into a fast gallop.

She laughed as the wind ran though her raven hair, reminding her that she was alive, no matter what happened to her, she was alive. As she rode tough the thin layers of snow, Jon following suit, she saw a small body fall from a high tower, collapsing to the ground in a broken heap.

It looked like Bran.

But Bran never fell.

It was Bran.

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Hey everyone. Sorry for not updating sooner but I'm on holiday right now and yesterday was my birthday so I was super busy. Im writing this on my tablet quickly before I go out for dinner so forgive the bad grammar in this authours note.
This  hapfer was just a bit of a filler so its not really the best but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Leave some feedback on the chapter if you want and Ill update hoepfully on sunday when Im home.
~Olivia