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

Chapter Fifty One: Split

When they found her, Lyanna was sat, her face stoic as she gripped onto the cold hand of Alize, her body shaking. Her eyes were unseeing, almost like Alize's, staring unobservently into space. She knew Winter was howling, but she couldn't hear her. Ears ringing, body numb, she felt like she was back at Baelor.

It felt like several infinities had past before people finally came into the tent. Eryk was first. She knew he was screaming, weeping, sobbing, what Lyanna didn't know was the right word to describe the horrific noise of grief he was making. Then he was on top of the assassins corpse, and he was punching what was left of the Lannister's head, then kicking it, stamping on it, swinging his sword against whatever skin was being shown, all of this until what was left of him was a bloody pulp.

"Eryk," she finally managed to choke out. He dropped his sword, turning to her so she could see the tears running down his face. "You've ruined your sword,"

He took in a breath and then began sobbing again. Lyanna's body was numb, her legs weak, otherwise she'd have gone to him, but instead he fell at her side, crumbling into her shoulder as he cried. Lyanna's face remained emotionless, the only remnants of her sorrow being her own tear stains.

"It's my fault," she found herself saying. "I- I left my weapons on the bed... My fault..." She trailed off, the words she spoke causing a pain in her chest.

Eryk pushed away from her, his head moving to now rest on Alize's cold neck. One hand was stroking her hair, the other pushed into her stomach, where her baby - his baby - once grew. Eryk had been happy for once, a free man, in love, soon to be a father. Now the last two had been torn away it was like he was a slave again to his own pain.

And Alize, only in this game because Lyanna had dragged her into it. She was dead because of her, because Lyanna brought her to the east. She'd ruined her life, and then had it taken away from her. She'd ruined Eryk's life too. This was all her fault.

She felt a pair of arms around her, two pairs. Turning her head, pulling her eyes away from Alize, she was met with the faces of Dany and Ser Jorah.

"Your Grace," Lyanna said flatly, almost coldly. "Yunkai is yours, but I regret to inform you there's been an infiltration of Lannisters in your camp,"

"Ser Jorah, go find the Second Sons, have them search the camp, even Yunkai if you have to," Dany ordered him, then lowered her voice, hoping Lyanna wouldn't hear the next part to come "And get someone to come and take the bodies away,"

Jorah nodded, leaving the tent as Daenerys wrapped her arms around Lyanna, attempting to lift her up, or at least guide her to her feet. She stood, though she was still numb and shaky. Dany's arms around her, she began to be guided out of the tent, until Lyanna stopped, pulling away.

"Ice..." She called and Eryk heard. He looked up at her with a tear stained glare as he got up to the bed, picked up the great sword and practically threw it at her. She heard it clang onto the floor and flinched.

"Here, it's a fucking shame you couldn't use it when it mattered, or was it too Royal of a sword to save her?" He practically snarled at her, pushing past her and storming out of the tent.

"Eryk!" She called, almost sounding desperate. Dany put a hand on her shoulder, as if to tell her not to run after him.

Dany led her out of the tent and into her own, sitting her down on the bed, taking her place on the floor, kneeling in front of her niece. She took hold of Lyanna's hands, though Lyanna didn't try to meet Daenerys' eye, ashamed of herself, her heart feeling crushed.

"Ser Jorah said you fought excellently earlier," Dany attempted to start conversation, hoping to take her mind off the situation.

"Robb," Lyanna said simply, remembering what the Lannister said.