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

Chapter Sixty Eight: Sister

Jon was right. There she was, Sansa, her little sister, stood out in the snowy courtyard.

Her little sister.

The one she'd abandoned in King's Landing.

Lyanna was stood at the top of the stairs, her limbs frozen, unable to move, until finally she began to walk towards the fire-haired girl, her legs wobbly. Finally finding her strength, she closed the rest of the distance between herself and Sansa by taking off at a run, though when she reached the younger girl, Lyanna felt herself fall into her arms, her emotions overcoming her.

"Sansa..." Lyanna breathed, pulling out of the embrace she fell into to look over her face, and then any other skin of Sansa's that wasn't covered, checking for bruises, scars, any mark of pain Joffrey or Ramsay could have inflicted on her. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Sansa! I'll never forgive myself for leaving you in that cesspit alone, I'm so, so sorry,"

"Lyanna, it's okay, I forgive you," Sansa gasped out, as if she was shocked by Lyanna's overwhelming show of regret.

"No, it wasn't okay, I left you there with those monsters, and then to be married to someone as evil as Ra-"

"At least now I understand how you felt with Joffrey," she interrupted and Lyanna realised that Sansa had most likely been beating herself up about everything the same way Lyanna had been. "I'm sorry, I was a stupid little girl and I just wanted... I don't even know anymore, I was stupid and naïve. I thought I could  trust them all, I thought Joffrey was so regal and handsome, I always thought you were the stupid one to hate him,"

"Oh, Sansa," Lyanna sighed, remembering all the times Sansa used to glare at her in Kings Landing, remembering all of her jealousy towards Lyanna in her marriage.

"I'm the stupid one, though," Sansa continued, her speech quick. "I believed their act and hated you because you didn't. I hated you for stealing Joffrey from me, and whenever you used to complain about him I thought you were stupid and ungrateful. I thought he loved you and instead you were just cold to him because you were a bastard. And then he killed your baby and I knew why you hated him. He was a cruel monster and I was so wrong to trust him over you and the family. I got father killed by my love for Joffrey, and I got your son killed too because I was a weak little girl lovestruck by a prince. Will you ever forgive me?"

"Sansa, there's nothing to forgive," Lyanna shook her head, smiling. "I'm the one who left you. I was a coward. I just ran away without thinking of how it would effect you. I was selfish, and I'm sorry. You didn't kill father, that was all Joffrey, and you didn't kill Brandon either, since he's alive and well in High Garden with my husband,"

"H-he's not dead?" Sansa gasped out. "And you remarried to a Tyrell? Oh, Lyanna!"

Lyanna suddenly found herself in a tight embrace with Sansa, and though it took her back slightly, she sighed, sinking into her arms. At one point, she had thought that this would have never happened again, but suddenly all the emotions washed over her, the relief of seeing her sister safe, the grief of their father shared again, the forgiveness of each other's mistakes, and Lyanna found herself crying again.

"You'd love High Garden, we'll go together one day, I promise, after we have Winterfell back," Sansa pulled away slightly, looking at her in shock, as if she hadn't expected Lyanna's determination to go home. "Listen, I know how much Ramsay has hurt you, because I went through it all with Joffrey, except you had it much worse, but we are Starks, and Winter is Coming, so we need to go home and take down those who hurt us whilst we do,"

"You don't need to convince me," Sansa shook her head. "I want that too,"

Lyanna looked at her sister in awe. The little girl who ha once been so naïve and innocent. The one who thought nothing was wrong with the world and that knights and princes were dashing and heroic. The world and its awful truths had come crumbling down amongst her, but it had not brought her down with it. Learning the truth of the world had made her strong, and she had survived everything which Lyanna had ran away from. She was brave, and fiery, and stronger that Lyanna ever could be, and she felt so proud to call Sansa her sister.

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Word count: 778

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