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

Chapter Fourteen: Surprise

The days after Robb's departure passed far too quickly and, sooner than it should have been, Lyanna had been married for two months. One her two month anniversary, it was also the day of the Tourney of the Hand, being in her father's honour, despite him not wanting it.

The morning of the tourney, Joffrey left Lyanna alone in bed, getting up early and leaving their joint quarters. Lyanna got up almost as soon as Joffrey but she didn't dress, she just sat on her bed in her night clothes reading history books she had brought from Winterfell as the sun rose, shining through the silk drapes. She didn't dress until Sansa came into her room, already in a purple dress she had sewn herself.

"The tournament starts in two hours, you should be ready by now!" Sansa exclaimed.

Lyanna groaned, putting her book aside. It was just getting good as well, talking about the long night at the wall. Lyanna quickly pulled herself into a blue cotton dress with little grey birds embroidered into it. The dress had been a present from Sansa for her seventeenth name day, which had been a month previous. Sansa combed out Lyanna's hair, braiding it into two neat and tidy rope plaits before leading her downstairs.

That was when Lyanna felt her stomach turn, as quickly as if she had just snapped her fingers. She rushed to the privy, the long skirt of her dress slowing down, before finding herself leaning over the toilet, vomiting. She felt weak and dithery as she knelt over, pushing her hair out of the way as she retched.

Sansa had already gotten into the carriage which was meant to take them to the tourney. Arya, however hadn't, so when Lyanna felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. Lyanna pulled herself up and forced a smile to her sister.

"What's wrong?" Arya asked her, concern all over her face.

"I'm just sick, that's all. Don't worry about me," Lyanna shrugged, not wanting to worry Arya. "Tell Sansa that I'm going to stay here today and if Joffrey or any of the other damned royals ask..." Lyanna stopped herself talking, feeling her stomach flip again.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? I don't want to go either, maybe I can stay with you?" Arya smiled slightly, despite the fact Lyanna was retching on the floor into the toilet.

"Arya you have to go," Lyanna said quietly but knew not to bother trying to convince her. "Fine, come back upstairs with me, after you've told the septa,"

Arya ran off back outside as Lyanna pulled herself back up off the floor, talking in deep breaths. Lyanna waited for a few moments before she heard running footsteps coming back towards her. In spite being sick, Lyanna couldn't help but smile slightly at her younger sister.

"The septa wasn't going to let me stay, but I ran off and the carriage had started moving before she could come after me," Arya grinned.

Lyanna and Arya headed back to Lyanna's room which she shared with her delightful and loving husband, collapsing back onto her bed, picking her book back up. Arya jumped onto the bed, looking around at the room. She saw Lyanna's bow wrapped up in the same cloth Jon had given it her in and ran to it.

"Can I shoot this?" Arya asked excitedly, grabbing it, the cloth falling off.

Lyanna chuckled. "Shoot it where, the headboard of the bed?"

Arya put an arrow on the bowstring and pulled it back, aiming for the headboard Lyanna was leant against. Though Arya's aim was normally excellent, when Lyanna saw the arrow coming in her direction, she screamed, rolling over off the bed, out of the range of the flying arrow.

"Arya, careful!" Lyanna gasped, laying face down on the hard wooden floor.

Arya put Lyanna's bow back before jumping back onto her bed, sitting down next to her again. They spoke for a long while until one of Lyanna's handmaiden's came in. Lyanna didn't even know the girl's name, but she knew she was from HighGarden and was seventeen.