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

Chapter Sixty Two: Vengeful Regards

"If you ever need me, or anything," Willas said, as they stood on the docks. "I am only a raven away. I love you,"

It seemed so odd to think that just three months ago, this was where Lyanna and Willas met. So much had changed, they were now husband and wife, and now Lyanna was leaving him to go home, a thought which had once been abstract to her, only a distant dream. Finding true love had been just that too, except now Lyanna had that. Maybe in under three months she would have her home back too?

"I know," Lyanna smiled, her hand on the hilt of her sword. It felt good to carry weapons again. "I'll see you soon, I promise,"

"I've got you a gift, my men put it on your ship," Willas continued, taking hold of her hand. "You'll know what it is, I just hope all of our hard work means you can use it. Promise me you'll think of me when you use it?"

"How very cryptic," Lyanna frowned slightly, though she felt a smile creep into her face as she leant up to him, placing one final kiss onto his lips. "I'll see you soon, I love you,"

She didn't look back as she strode onto her ship, her men around her hard at work. Casca approached her, ready to bombard her with questions about where they would be sailing to, what she wanted the men to do, all the things that she'd told him already. Dismissing him, she instead went to her cabin, where Winter was curled up on the straw bed, her tail thumping down into the floor as she saw Lyanna.

Her cabin was also where she saw Willas' gift. Sat waiting for her was an oiled, leather saddle, too great in size for a horse, but not for a dragon. She realised it was more of a harness style, with stirrups which would control Rey's movements exactly, and a clip for herself to attach onto her belt, making it hard for her to fall off.

Training the dragon was where their relationship started to bloom, and now Willas was acknowledging that they were done training Rey, his gift was hinting that he expected her to use it when it came to war.

***

If there was something Lyanna was sick of, it was sailing. The days all seemed to merge together they were all that similar, with nothing to do but run training drills for the soldiers, which eventually became boring. Other than train, there was nothing to do but stand and watch the world go by.

One morning, Lyanna stood at the front of the ship, staring off into the distance, trying to make out castles and keeps she could see. That was when she saw two small keeps, either side of a river. It was the Twins, the place where her brother died. It was where Lady Catelyn, Robb's wife and the northern army all died. A massacre, a betrayal, and yet here Lyanna was, looking on from a distance. Like a coward, she'd hidden in exile with Daenerys until her shame brought her back. She should have died in there with Robb.

No. She couldn't die, not yet. She needed to reinstate house Stark as the wardens of the North, even make the North truly an independent state, the way it would have been if Robb had been King. House Stark lived through Lyanna, and she wouldn't hide away from her true responsibilities any more.

She needed to send a message. To the Boltons, to the Lannisters, to anyone who cared, to say that she was back in Westeros and she would avenge her family.

The Twins seemed like a nice message.

***

Lyanna wore a sleeveless black leather dress, lined with grey fur, the Stark wolf embellished around the skirts, stitched in with red silk. She attached her swords around her belt, and Robb's dagger was fixed in a holster on her back. The dress had been a wedding present, so it seemed only fitting to wear whilst avenging a wedding.