Wolf Queen

chapter twenty seven

It's Lyanna guys. 😏 wouldn't it be crazy if it were true and it was a girl named Lyanna?

Tommen was kind enough to give me 300 of his men. I appreciated it very much and he knew that. I just wish I could be home and be a queen and a mother to Dannys.

Before I left, I had received news from Jon saying that Ramsay had Rickon. What did I do? I sat back while Tommen wrote out a letter to Ramsay. It said:

Lord Bolton,

I have received word that you have my wife's brother, Rickon Stark. I'm giving you one last chance to return Rickon to Lord Snow and Lyanna and back down. This includes leaving Winterfell, their ancestral home.

If you do not, I will send in more men and you will die.

Tommen Baratheon

I sent the men to Jon's campsite as Ash and I went to Castle Black. I wanted to visit Bran before I met with Ramsay face to face.

I knocked on Bran's door. "Come in." I open the door and see that he is laying in his bed.

"Oh, Lyanna. I didn't realize you were back." He says.

I shut the door behind me. "I just arrived."

"You're looking good."

I smile and sit beside him. "Thank you. You are as well."

"I think I'd look better if I could walk." He chuckles.

I roll my eyes. "Come on, Bran. Either way, you look ravishing." I smile.

He chuckles again. "What are you doing here?"

"Well," I begin, "Jon and Sansa are expecting me, but I thought I would visit my favorite baby brother first."

"But, we aren't-"

"Bran, humor me. We've spent our entire lives together. Your father raised me as his own. We're practically siblings." I tell him.

He sighs and looks down at the blanket that was covering him. I sigh as well. It must be hard being paralyzed. I couldn't even imagine if it were me.

"What do you say we go to the weirwood tree outside of the wall?" I suggest.

Bran nods. I help him up, basically dragging him to the door. One of the guards that came with me helped me.

"Your grace, let me help." He says kindly.

He picks up Bran and carries him. Bran had a little sled made. I attached it to a horse and mounted it. Th guard put Bran down on it.

"Māzigon." I tell Ash.

We begin riding out of the wall.

"What is that you're speaking?" Bran asks.

"Dothraki. I've been trying to teach Ash and myself new languages."

"How many do you know?"

"Two. High Valyrian and Dothraki."

-

Father had won the tournament. Elia Martell wore a smile upon her face as she clapped. Rhaegar sat tall upon his horse. Tommen was right when he said I looked like him.

I sat beside my mother. She was beautiful. Everyone knew. Rhaegar held a crown of winter blue roses on his thigh. I knew how this would end.

He rode past Elia. My eyes moved to her. She looked upset and disappointed. Shocked even. I could understand why. Her husband chose another, my mother. Rhaegar stopped in front of Lyanna. He doesn't smile, but you could tell he loved her. Just the way he looked at her. It was full of love and lust.

He lays the crown in her lap, naming her the queen of love and beauty. Gasps came from all around me. Bran suddenly appeared, but I didn't look at him. My eyes were glued on how my parents were looking at one another.

"It's a lie." I tell him.

"What?" He asks.

"My father did not rape my mother. Look at how they're looking at each other."

Mother smiles lightly. My eyes move from her to Robert. He was as red as an apple. He looked at Rhaegar with such disgust. He looked like he wanted to kill him. Little did he know I want to kill him.

"Look at Robert." Bran tells me.

"I'm glad the fat bastard's dead." I say with my jaw clenched.

I close my eyes.

When I open them, there's snow all around me. I am no longer touching the weirwood tree. My eyes move from the weirwood to Ash. He had ripped apart a wight.

"Wights? This close to the wall?" Bran asks in shock.

I stand. "Winter truly is coming. We better not stick around to meet his friends."

I climb my horse and Ash stands. "Ivestragī's jikagon." (Let's go)

I ride through the wall and the gate shuts, blocking anything from chasing after us if it were following us. I stop in the courtyard of Castle Black.

Removing the sled from the horse, I pull Bran back to his chambers. Once we are there, I help him onto his bed.

"Thank you." He tells me and I nod.

"Bran, don't go out there while I'm gone." I tell him.

"I can't walk. How would you expect me to-"

"Meera, or anyone else," I say, "I'm leaving instructions with everyone here. They will not be allowed to take you beyond the wall. It's dangerous."

"Yes, mother." He rolls his eyes.

"It's for your own good." I stand.