❝ You and I against the world, my love. Let us bring it to it's knees. ❞
Even the gods were not able to defeat Lyra Stark and Joffrey Baratheon, for once they put their minds to a cause, the gods were forced to step aside and let them past.
QUEENS...
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{ Lyra }
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𝕷ooking around her room, Lyra barely managed to keep a look of disgust from appearing on her face. Her room was completely bare, everything packed into trunks to take South. Elia sat by the mirror, whining every so often at the bareness of the room.
"I know, Elia," Lyra did a triple check of the room, trying to see whether she had missed anything. The only things left was her riding cloak and gloves, that lay on the bare mattress. She had never seen her room so empty, and it filled her with dread. This was her final time seeing it.
Finding her riding skirt, she laced it into her doublet so that her breeches were covered, ensuring that nothing was visible. The riding skirt was of a dark grey wool, designed so that the mud from her horse would not show up on it. Flicking the hem up, she laced her boots the final way towards her knee, before smoothing everything out once more.
"Gloves. Belt...Oh, belt!" Lyra unlocked her chest, taking the belt out from where it was buried near the bottom. She had forgotten all about it.
She pulled it on, ensuring there was meat in the pouches for her wolf.
"I can not believe you are going," Lyra span around to see Robb leaning against the door frame. He was looking around in shock at her bare room, shaking his head. "It is going to be quiet without you three."
"Your betrothed's coming soon," Lyra pointed out, grabbing her cloak and throwing it over her shoulder. She did the wolf's clasp, before brushing the fur down. "Hopefully, that will liven the place up."
"Hopefully," Robb shook his head, before stepping in and holding something out for the woman. "This is for you. Early nameday gift."
"You should not have," Lyra took the scabbard from Robb's hands, and opened it to reveal an intricate dagger. "It is beautiful, Robb."
"It is to protect you, when Jon and I are not around to do that," Lyra smiled, pulling her eldest brother down into a tight hug. He willingly reciprocated it, tightening his grip on her as she tried not to cry. "You stay safe and I want letters. Every week."
"Of course," She felt Robb press a kiss to her head, as another cough sounded at the door. Lyra looked over Robb's shoulder, to see Jon leaning against the frame. He walked in as well, throwing his arms around the pair as they hugged one another. "Do not freeze at the wall, brother."
"Aye, I will try not to," The trio pulled away from one and other, as Lyra strapped the dagger to her belt. "If that prince does anything untoward, stab him. You can always come to the wall with me to stay safe."
