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

Chapter Fifty: Promise

Winter was waiting for Lyanna when she returned to the main tent. So was Eryk, who dropped his guard as soon as she came in, practically throwing himself at her, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"I knew you'd come back! I knew you would!" He cheered, hitting her on the back. "The city is Khaleesi's then? The slaves-"

"They're liberated, real people now, like you," Lyanna grinned, still high on adrenaline, hitting his arm.

She pulled away, kneeling to greet the dire wolf. Winter was almost at Lyanna's hip now, no longer the runt pup they found in the wolfs wood, and so as she bounded over to Lyanna, her large paws hit her shoulders and knocked her to the ground. Eryk jumped out of the way, almost being knocked over by her wagging tail. Her tongue placed sloppy kisses on Lyanna's face as she laughed, wondering if Grey Wind greeted Robb like this after a battle, Ghost to Jon? How were the other wolves? Lyanna didn't know, but she knew her's was a gentle giant.

"Lyanna," Ser Barristan called to her after she'd finally gotten up. He noticed the bleeding wound on her forehead and wiped the blood away with his thumb. "Your face is cut, are you injured anywhere else?" She she shook her head, and he continued. "Mormont says you led the Unsullied through the city, and that you saved Darrio Naharis' life,"

"Everyone else seemed a little busy to go fetch the troops," Lyanna shrugged.

"Your mother, and your father too, they'd have been proud," Lyanna grinned again at his words. She hit his arm, struggling to contain her blush.

His words made her think. Her father would have been proud, but what about Lord Eddard? How would he have felt about Lyanna in battle, killing people? She liked to think that he'd have been proud of her too, he was the man who raised her after all, as much of her father as Brandon Stark. And Robb, Jon and even Theon too, what would her brothers think? She was a soldier now like them, the way she'd always wanted.

Maybe if she went back to Westeros, she could be a soldier for Robb. No. She was part of Dany's party, she needed to stay with her, and not think of her brothers. One day she'd be back in Westeros, with Robb, Bran, Rickon and her sisters, one day when the Lannisters were out of Kings Landing. That day was not here yet for Lyanna, and so she must wait until she could see her family again.

It had been a long, exhausting fight. She wanted a bath, and to go to bed to sleep for hours, until she woke up naturally, not from a nightmare, or from Alize being sick, or from the impending doom of a battle. Deciding she'd talk to Dany in the morning, when she wasn't aching or bleeding, Lyanna began to head back to her tent, Winter trotting after her. Waiting for her was Alize, who was sat cross-legged on her bed, seeing something, probably for the baby. The baby which already had more than enough clothes, since Alize sewed non-stop most nights, distracting herself from thinking of her family. As Lyanna entered, she looked up and grinned, putting her sewing aside, attempting to jump up to greet her. She struggled, the large swell of her stomach getting in the way slightly. Lyanna had only known for a few days, so how far a long was she? At least five months, or less, maybe she was carrying twins? Twins, like Lyanna and Jon always thought they were. Like Jaime and Cersei. Lyanna hoped that if Alize was having twins they would be more like her and Jon than the incestuous Lannisters.

"Welcome back, Lya!" She cheered, before noticing her cuts and bruises. "Let me help you clean up,"

"It's fine, I can do it," Lyanna smiled back, beginning to strip off from her armour, leaving on just her undershirt and trousers, kicking her boots off, throwing her weapons onto her bed, far enough to be out of reach.