Wolf Queen

chapter thirty

Warning: this chapter has spoilers. It is the last episode of season 6. Read at your own risk.

Winterfell was ours again. We had done it. It was back with it's rightful family.

Bran was home with us, as was Rickon. The only one missing was Arya, wherever she was. I missed her. I had to go home soon, to my family, to Tommen and my son.

Everyone cheered for Jon, calling him the King in the North. That's what they called Robb, when he was alive.

I stand, moving away from the table and left the room. I had things to attend to. I heard footsteps behind me. I knew it was Rickon. He had been following me around ever since the battle.

"Where are you going?" Rickon asks, now walking by my side.

I stop and turn to him. "I loved helping you get back Winterfell, but I have a family of my own. I have a husband, a son, and a kingdom to get back to."

Rickon frowns. "Could I- come with you?"

"Rickon-"

"I won't even get in the way, I swear it!" He says, "I miss you, Lyanna. You're my sister-"

"I'm like your sister. I'm your cousin."

"I know, but still."

"Your home is here," I tell him, "mine is in King's Landing. Is that what you want? To leave your home?"

He exhales. "No, but I don't want you to leave either."

"You can come if you'd like, but your the heir to Winterfell."

I continue to walk, leaving Rickon alone with his thoughts.

-

Rickon decided to stay. It was a good idea. As I rode up to King's Landing, I smelled something odd. I couldn't put my finger on what it was though. It smelled like flesh burning.

My stomach sank, like something was wrong. I got off of my horse and walked to the capital, along with Ash.

As I entered my bed chambers, I saw that Tommen's crown was on the table in the center of the room. My heart sank. He never took it off, ever.

I go over to Dannys' crib and see it is empty. Something was definitely wrong.

I shake my head and exit, going down to the throne room.

Upon my arrival, a guard looks at me wide-eyed.

"Your grace? I thought you were dead."

"I'm very much alive." I say as he moves out of the way.

I enter and I see that Cersei is being crowned queen. Why the hell is she being crowned queen?

"Long may she reign!"

Anger bubbles inside me. I'm the queen. What is going on?

"What's the meaning of this?" I demand and the crowd falls silent.

Cersei's eyes land on me, staring at me. She looked surprised.

"Lyanna? But, Tommen–"

"Yes, Cersei, where is Tommen? And where is my son?"

"Tommen is dead," she tells me, "as for Dannys, I haven't any idea. Tommen committed suicide."

I look down. My heart felt as if someone stabbed it repeatedly. Tears filled in my eyes. Someone took my son and my husband is dead.

I lift my head up slowly, looking at Cersei. "What did you do?"

"I told Tommen you were dead, because we all believed you were."

That's it. If she wanted to lie to Tommen and get him killed, then fine. I would have my revenge.

I was too angry to feel sad. I wanted her dead.

That's when it hit me. My aunt, Daenerys. From what I hear, she has a pretty big army and is planning to invade King's Landing soon.

"The throne is not yours."

Gasps were heard all around me. I walk closer to her, stopping and holding my arms to my sides.

"Bend the knee to the queen." I heard someone say.

"The throne belongs to my family, not yours. I will take what is mine with fire and blood," I say slowly and threateningly. Her lips part, surprised, "prepare to die, Cersei."

Very short, I'm sorry. The next one will be longer, I promise.