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

Chapter Eleven: Wedding Preparations

Lyanna woke on the morning of her wedding to knocking on her door and the growling from Winter which came after the knocking. She groaned, rolled over and wrapped her sheets around her tighter. She closed her eyes tight, willing herself to go back to sleep, to sleep through the day. She didn't want to get up, she just wanted to stay in her feather bed forever and not have to marry Jeoffrey. She ignored the persistant knocking, until the knocker let themselves in.

Lyanna turned in her bed again to face the door. She saw three girls stood there, looking at her. She could only guess that they were hand maidens sent to help dress her. She groaned and turned away from them.

"Go away," she said tiredly. She closed her eyes again, blocking out the sun which was glaring though the thin drapes, pulled closed over her balcony window. Lyanna hadn't looked at her chambers much since they arrived a week ago as she knew she would soon be moving into one which would be much bigger with Jeoffrey once they were wed.

"Please, my lady, we've been sent to help you get ready, you'll get married in three hours," one of them said to her, walking closer to the bed. Lyanna turned again to face her to se the hand maiden stood by her bed was about sixteen, almost two years older than Lyanna. She had tanned, olive skin with dark hair, plaited around her head in a southern style. If this girl was here to get Lyanna ready, Lyana hoped and prayed that she wouldn't do a southern hair style on her.

Lyanna groaned and pulled herself up. She couldn't help but remember that, when she struggled to wake up for training in Winterfell, Jon or Robb would throw ice water or snow on her to try and wake her. She missed mornings like that. After today, she would never be woken up like that ever again.

The morning passed in a blur as the three hand maidens washed her in a tub of hot water in her room. Lyanna, though warned by the hand maidens that she would scold herself, got into the bathtub whilst the water was still boiling hot. Strangely to Lyanna, the water felt normal and not like it should be burning her skin off.

Lyanna shrugged the strange occurrence of the water off, saying "Winterfell was built on hot springs, every bath I took there was boiling,"

"Do you miss it there, my lady?" the dark haired girl asked her as she washed Lyanna's hair.

"Of course I do, my whole life, my entire family is in the north, but I'm sure I'll go back," Lyanna could have gone into more detail about how much she missed it but she felt like she'd be burdening her hand maidens with her pain.

As she got out of the tub, her hair freshly washed and pinned up as it was still wet, Lyanna saw what she would be wearing. It was a long white corset dress made out of a rich fabric she didn't recognise. Embroidered black wolf heads decorated the middle of the dress on her waistline whilst the rich fabric pooled out at the bottom in a lacey pattern. It was a beautiful dress which actually looked like it would suit her, unlike most things which she wore in King's Landing. Everything she had worn up to that point would have looked better on Sansa or even Arya.

She let the three girls dress her, lacing up the back of the dress tightly, so tight Lyanna's chest felt constricted. "I can't breathe," She complained, out of breath already.

"Would you rather look beautiful for the prince or be able to breathe?" the youngest one said, pulling the lace tighter.

"Obviously breathe, you have your priorities all wrong," She groaned, trying to take in deep breaths. She sat down by the vanity table as there was another knock on the door. She turned to see her sisters come in. They were both dressed, Sansa in a blue dress and Arya in a dark grey dress. Arya rarely wore dresses and the thought of the septa struggling to get Arya to wear it brought a smile to her face.