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

Chapter Fifty Two: Homeward Bound

Lyanna didn't have many belongings to pack up. All she needed was her swords, her bow and arrows, Winter and Rey. Her only valuables other than those was her necklace, the Stark locket, her mother's gold Targaryen pendant and now one of Alize's rings, all on the one chain. Most of her clothes were thin, airy dresses, except for her leathers, which would be unsuitable for the harsh colds of the north and so Lyanna decided to leave them behind.

As she was packing, she heard the tent flutter open and Winter jumped off the bed to greet the newcomer, so Lyanna assumed it was Eryk. Eryk, who had grown to forgive Lyanna for causing Alize's death, had spent the night with Lyanna in her tent whilst she was sharpening swords until she heard him cry himself to sleep. He'd agreed to come home to Westeros with her, even though he had no memory of the country, so she was expecting him to want to go though Alize's things with her whilst they packed.

"Eryk, do you want to take some of Alize's dresses home with us or just her jewellery?" Lyanna asked, turning around only to see it wasn't Eryk at all, but Darrio Naharis, stood by Winter, scratching behind her ears as she wagged her tail.

"Dresses don't normally suit me if I'm honest, but I'm willing to try some for you," he smirked as she glared at him.

"What do you want?" She rolled her eyes.

"I heard you're leaving, Wolf Girl," he said, taking a few steps closer to her.

"You heard right," Lyanna shrugged.

"Why?"

"My parents are dead, my uncle is dead, and so are my brothers, and the north needs a Stark," Lyanna explained simply, though saying her brothers were dead caused her pain.

"And what, you think you can be the ruler the north needs?" He raised an eyebrow sarcastically.

"No, I'll put my sister on the throne that Robb deserved, and then I'm going to the wall,"

Darrio began to laugh, which Lyanna hated. What was so funny? It had always been her dream to go to the wall, and considering everything that was happening, it seemed like a peaceful life.

"That's a lie," Darrio said, almost snapping. He went closer to her, even taking hold of her chin, making her look at him. "I can see it in your eyes. What are you really going to do?"

Lyanna sighed. The wall was what she wanted, but it had always been out of her reach, and would most likely remain that way. It was what she wanted, but her life had constantly proved that she couldn't get what she wanted.

"I'm going to High Garden first, before the north," she sighed, seeing no point in keeping up a façade. "I need to find Alize's siblings, I promised her I'd protect them. Then it's on to Kings Landing to rescue Sansa,"

"So honourable, but then a suicide mission too," Darrio tutted, almost rolling his eyes.

"Better to die in honour than to live in shame," she shrugged.

"You sound like a philosopher," Darrio laughed, and Lyanna realised he was still holding her face, though his hand had moved upwards to hold her cheek, his other hand drifting to the small of her back to pull her closer. Lyanna felt herself blush.

"Jon used to say I sounded like a Maester," she remembered, trying to distract herself from her current position.

Her brother wasn't a good enough distraction, as Darrio Naharis moved his hand, his thumb gently caressing her lips. His touch made her stomach flutter slightly and her head cloudy. What was that feeling? Then she knew the answer; Lust. Of all people, to crave being held by Darrio Naharis, a sell sword of all people, she would of been ashamed if she wasn't enjoying it.