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

Chapter Sixty: Resurrection

It was him, but it couldn't be. He was dead, and had been dead for at least three years. She watched him die, she watched him be murdered. She remembered the way he had screamed, and how they cut off after the dagger went into his chest in front of the whole of King's Landing.

This was Brandon Jon Baratheon, Lyanna and Joffrey's son. Except he wasn't a Baratheon, he was a Stark, a Targaryen and a Lannister, and he was more of a Stark than the other two, not to mention Joffrey wasn't his father. Joffrey forfeited the right to call himself his father when he had him killed.

Joffrey had him killed, so how was he here?

"This is impossible," She snapped out, standing up too quickly.

"Your Grace, if you don't mind me saying, my name is Siane, my sister was your handmaiden, and since you went to the east, I've been looking after Brandon," Siane began, and even her voice reminded her of Alize. It hurt, it was almost like her best friend was back to life with her son, and that pained her.

"I'm no queen, I'm not your grace," Lyanna snapped, then regretted it immediately. "I'm sorry, it's just..." she paused, sighing, closing her eyes for a moment before continuing. "You look so much like Alize, and I'm so sorry that she can't be here,"

Siane sniffed, then continued talking. "Alize used to write to me, even in the East, and she used to tell me how great you were to her, and how much she loved being with you in Essos. She wrote about you a lot more than she ever wrote about Eryk, so I know that even when she died, she had been happy spending her life with you. As children, she was never very happy, she always wanted something more in life, and looking after our younger siblings, especially when our mother died, never brought her much happiness even though she loved all of us. So when she went to King's Landing, you brought her that something more in life.

"I know that this is a shock for you, and you'll have mourned him for a long time, but this is your son. I didn't believe it was him either when Lord Varys first had him sent to me, but it is him. He looks so much like you it's impossible for him to be anyone else. Before Baelor, Lord Varys here, he knew that something terrible would happen with your son, so just as he switched out the swords for Ice, he switched children the night before. You got up so early that morning you didn't even pause to see your son, going straight to see your father in the Black Cells before his execution, to see that it wasn't even your son,"

"If that's true," Lyanna turned to Varys again. "Then why didn't you tell me? Why did you let me believe that my baby boy was murdered?"

"Would you have gone east if you knew he was alive?" Varys raised an eyebrow as he questioned her. Lyanna looked down at the little boy and shook her head. "You needed to go east, to gain enough experience, to embrace your Targaryen side. Now you're back though, now you need to go back to your family, to take the North back into Stark hands,"

"You seem to have my whole life planned out for me," Lyanna said through her teeth, feeling angry at the situation.

"That is because you have the right family name and the right experiences and skills to be an incredible asset to not just the North but to the Seven Kingdoms,"

"I'm not a Queen!" Lyanna snapped.

She was right. She had been a Queen, briefly, and had hated every second. All she wanted was her family, and she did want to take the North back, as she had told Daenerys, but she didn't want to have to be told to take the North back. She didn't care about the Kingdoms, she only cared about her family and avenging them. It was so annoying to have Varys telling her what was best for her, and what was best for the north, especially when what he said was the best really was what she wanted.

Sighing, Lyanna swallowed and turned back to Siane and the little boy who was her son. At eye level, he really did look like her, and even though it had been years since she saw his little face, he did look how Brandon did the last time she saw him. Her face was quite close to his but he did not shy away from her, instead keeping strong eye contact, and moving his long shaggy fringe out of his eyes with hands.

"Hello, Brandon," she said with a smile. "I haven't seen you for a long time, but I've missed you, but now I'm back and you're here I'm going to protect you because you're not only my son, but you're a Stark too and Stark's stick together,"

"You're my mother?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he spoke, making her heart ache. This had to be her son, she loved him enough to be. When she nodded, a small grin on her face, he frowned, before throwing his arms around her neck, hugging her tightly. "Missed you too, Mama!"

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"Brandon, I want you to meet someone very special," Lyanna said, leading Brandon's hand through the garden as they came to one of the tables where Willas was sat. "This is Willas Tyrell, and he's my husband,"

Brandon frowned up at her as they stopped walking, cocking his head as he did before. Lyanna lent down and picked the little boy up, resting him up on her hip.

"Father?" he scrunched his nose up, thinking.

That broke Lyanna's heart. She wished Willas was Brandon's father, because Joffrey never did anything for Brandon. Lyanna knew that one day she would have children with Willas, heirs of High Garden and the North, but Brandon was her first child. He was the one good thing to come out of the awful situation she was in in King's Landing, the one good thing to ever come out of her marriage with Joffrey.

Joffrey was his father by blood, so Lyanna in no way expected Willas to accept Brandon as his own. However, Willas limped over to her and Brandon, taking hold of his hand, shaking it whilst he smiled at him. This made Lyanna's heart sing.

"Hello, Brandon," he grinned at him. "I can be your father if you want me to be, and you can be my son, if you want to be, because I love your mother so much,"

Brandon nodded rapidly, a smile playing across his face. Lyanna looked over at Willas and smiled at him. He made her so happy and seeing him be so sweet to her son made her feel loved, and like the part of her life where she had Brandon was worthwhile despite the terrible times, because Brandon was here and Willas loved him too.

"Willas, I love you, but I need to leave for a while," she sighed, knowing that this was the end to the peaceful honeymoon period of their lives where it was just the two of them. "I need to go back north to take Winterfell back from the Boltons, and I need to find Jon and Sansa, and when I have Winterfell back, will you come up and live there with me?"

"Wherever you go, I'll be there," Willas nodded, wrapping his arm around her.

They stood like that for a few moments, and Lyanna savoured it all. Her son, who she thought was dead was here with her wonderful husband, and she was about to go and find her long lost siblings. For now, Lyanna felt like her life was good again.

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