Bear Island, three years after Rhaenyra's wedding
As if she sensed Lyanna's rage, Stormfyre had made her way to Bear Island within the hour. Lyanna immediately climbed onto her dragon. Her men looked almost unphased, having seen the dragon in action many times, but the people of Bear Island, including Marcyl, looked on with terror and astonishment.
Stormfyre took off to the sky without command, flying with a purpose. She brought Lyanna to one of the small, uninhabited islands just North of Bear Island. As Lyanna looked down at the island, she understood what Stormfyre was doing.
"Dracarys," Lyanna said in almost a whisper, and Stormfyre responded immediately. In a blind rage, Lyanna set fire to the entire island. It was small, covered in trees, but within ten minutes, it was ash and fire, with Lyanna lying in the center of it. Once the rage wore off, her sorrow made its way to the front, and she was left with only grief and hopelessness.
Lyanna had only one thing on her mind on her return to Bear Island. Revenge. She wanted to get back at Rhaenyra. And she knew just the way.
Marcyl Mormont.
Lyanna made her way throught the castle, avoiding the maids cleaning blood off the floors, and to Marcyl's chambers. It was the middle of the night but she had a purpose. She reached his door and knocked, waiting impatiently as scuffling could be heard on the other side of the door. Marcyl opened the door, shirtless and seemingly half awake, but he awoke as soon as he saw who it was. He opened his mouth to speak but Lyanna pushed him into the room before he could say anything.
"What are you-" He started but Lyanna pulled him into a kiss before he could finish. He kissed back eagerly before pulling away. "Wait, what are you- I can't- you're a-" Marcyl started but Lyanna didn't let him finish. "Just shut up." Lyanna said as she pulled him in once more, pushing him toward his bed. Marcyl gave up on questioning the motives of the commander and happily allowed himself to be led to his bed.
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Winterfell, Six months after the Battle of Bear Island
After staying on Bear Island for a few weeks, Lyanna and her men returned to Winterfell, Marcyl Mormont in towe. Lord Mormont suggested she bring Marcyl along with her so he could experience war and possibly gain some of her wisdom. She wasn't going to argue, she liked the presence of Marcyl, they had become good friends. Of course, she also liked the distraction he created.
That was until Rickon suggested they marry.
Lyanna had looked at Rickon like she was going to rip out his tongue, and she might have until he explained himself. "If you marry Marcyl, our alliance with the Mormont's will become stronger, they will send more fighters. And,being married will strengthen your claim to the Armies of the North, especially with the Southerners. You will also be able to produce an heir that you may train to inherit your armies. I see how you are with my children, and Bennard's. You would make a good mother Lyanna." Rickon finished with a smile as he saw Lyanna actually listening to him. Just as Rickon thought he was successful, Lyanna stood up.
"No." She said as she began walking toward the door, they had been alone in her war room. "I know of your affair with Rhaenyra." Rickon said, as if bringing it up was physically painful. It was a last resort. Lyanna stopped in her tracks, unmoving. "If word of this gets out, it could kill the both of you. Especially if you are a woman who regularly leads armies to battle and refuses to marry. I only wish for your safety." Rickon whispers and Lyanna remains unmoving, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She wipes it away, nods, and exits the room without a word.
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The Red Keep, Six months after the Battle of Bear Island
As Rhaenyra approached the end of her pregnancy, she considered writing to Lyanna, asking her to come to the capitol to be with her during her labors. Lyanna was the only person she truly wanted anywhere near her in her labors, but Lyanna had never written her back after Rhaenyra told her of her pregnancy.
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The Song of Ice and Fire {Rhaenyra Targaryen}
FanfictionWhen Lyanna Stark, the youngest daughter of Lord Benjen Stark, is sent to King's Landing, she intends to assure the King that the rumors of a northern rebellion are just rumors. But while in the great city, she befriends someone unexpected, Princess...