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

Chapter Thirteen: Afterwards

The morning after Lyanna's wedding, the sun shone down on King's Landing like it was Dorne. She felt homesick even just by the weather. She got out of her feather bed carefully, not wanting to wake Joffrey.

She dressed quickly and quietly, not bothering with her hair as she left the room, ushering Winter out with her. She paused momentarily to attach Joffrey's wedding sword in its scabbard to her belt before rushing out of the room.

Lyanna headed to where she knew her family would be eating, walking at a fast pace with her wolf at her heels, not wanting to be seen by any of the guests staying in the Red Keep. Once she reached her family's quarters, she let herself in, not bothering to knock. She saw her Robb, Theon, Sansa, Arya and the girl's septa sat around the table with Jory guarding the door.

"Morning," Lyanna called out to her family, taking a seat at the table between Robb and Arya.

"You seen tired, didn't you get much sleep last night? Too busy doing other things, like the prince?" Theon smirked at her, which made Lyanna stamp on his foot, glaring at him slightly. "Ow, Lee, I was joking," he raised his hands up in defence, but that didn't stop Robb doing the same as his sister to Theon. "Robb, I was joking,"

"Well don't," Robb scowled at him, before turning to his sister. "Did he hurt you last night?"

"Does bad sex count as being hurt?" Lyanna said simply, helping herself to her food. Everyone in the room including Jory laughed, except for Sansa and the septa.

"It's not funny Lyanna, he's a prince and your husband," The septa reprimanded her.

"Don't remind me, I was there yesterday, I know full well that he's my husband," Lyanna rolled her eyes.

"You should be honoured, being married to him. You will be queen one day, your sons will be kings, their sons will be kings," Sansa muttered to her, not bothering to look up.

"Sansa, if you're still upset that you couldn't marry him, don't be," Lyanna told her sister almost sternly, sick of Sansa's envy. "He may be a prince, but that doesn't make him great, he's foolish, arrogant, vile,"

"Didn't we have this conversation yesterday?" Robb sniggered at her slightly. "But you're right, you shouldn't have..."

"Shouldn't have what? Joffrey isn't the king yet and he's my husband too, I can say what I like about him," Lyanna snapped slightly which was when Robb got up. "Are you leaving already?"

Robb nodded to her as Theon stood up as well. "Don't... don't leave us yet, please," Lyanna felt tears pricking at her eyes and she began pushing them away. "Please Robb, please Theon, I don't want you to leave,"

"We have to -Anna, I'll see you soon, good luck with your husband," Robb pulled her into a hug. He was slightly taller than her, which meant her head was resting on his chest on his leather armour. She pulled away, turning to Theon.

"Keep him safe, Greyjoy," Lyanna said quietly to Theon. As Robb and Theon walked out of the room, Lyanna turned away, hiding her reddened face away from their view.

"I wish I could go back to Winterfell with them," Arya sighed.

"I wish you'd go back to Winterfell with them too," Sansa muttered, shooting a glare at Arya.

Lyanna rolled her eyes at her sisters, not wanting to bother getting them to stop arguing. The matter of the wolves was still a tender subject between them and even mentioning their names to each other could set Sansa and Arya off at each others necks again.

Lyanna sighed, pushing her stool out. She got up and went back to the door. "Where are you going?" Arya asked her, getting up soon after her sister.