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

Chapter Seventy Seven: Conquerers

It was over. It was won. Lyanna could barely believe it, and though all of her body hurt and her stomach was creasing over in severe pains, she still felt the joy of the victory. Except as soon as the rest of the force came through, Lyanna began to feel overwhelmed by everything, her head spinning and the baby kicking harshly, to the extent she found herself collapsing onto the floor, falling back, her back resting against the hard stone walls she had dreamed about for so long, her head on her knees. Her hands found their way to her belly and her thumb began to stroke where the babe was gently, panic seeping in that something was wrong with the child, hoping that the stress of the battle hadn't made the child ill. She took in slow, deep breaths, trying to calm herself and her body down. Eventually she felt someone kneeling by her and she lifted her head to see Jon.

"Are you hurt? Are you alright?" he asked urgently, his eyes darting over her quickly to check for injuries.

"I'm fine, just-" she considered telling him about the baby then, but stopped herself, biting her lip. "We're home, Jon,"

He offered her his hand, pulling her into a tight embrace. Though standing brought the stomach cramps from the baby on more, she breathed through it, attempting to act as though everything was fine. Over Jon's shoulder, she saw Garlan and Loras dismounting from their horses, and the sight made her grin.

"We would have lost if not for the Tyrell's," Jon admitted. "I'm assuming it's you I should thank for writing to them?"

"It was Sansa's idea," Lyanna shrugged, beckoning over her brothers-by-law. "But you can thank the Tyrell's yourself,"

"If it isn't our favourite Stark," Garlan called to her as they approached. "Good to see you're alive,"

"Only because of you, I can't tell you how relieved I was to see you riding over the hill," Lyanna grinned, pulling both Loras and Garlan into a tight embrace. As she pulled way, she remembered Jon. "Loras, Garlan, this is my twin brother Jon. Jon, this is Garlan and Loras, my brothers-by-law,"

It seemed as if the Tyrell's and Jon were sizing each other up in that moment, Jon looking the two other men up and down as they did the same to him. It wasn't as if they were distrustful of each other, more like Jon was examining the men who had protected Lyanna in High Garden, whilst Loras and Garlan were checking Jon out as if he was a legend; they had heard so much about him, after all.

"So you're Jon Snow," Loras finally commented, with a slight smirk as he looked at Jon once more, except this time he was looking for his own enjoyment.

"Good to finally meet you," Garlan spoke, stepping in front of Loras, knowing his brother's thoughts. He held his hand out and after a second, Jon took it, nodding seriously.

"I guess we owe our lives to you, Lord Tyrell's," Jon nodded thankfully.

"Oh please, no formalities, we're family," Garlan grinned. "Not just to us, you should thank Lyanna for writing to us, and our poor dear father for allowing us to ride north whilst he went back to Kings Landing to assure good King Tommen about our allegiance to the throne,"

"Your father is in King's Landing?" Lyanna exclaimed, feeling almost horrified.

"We thought it would be best if one of us would go to assure Cersei we're on their side," Loras explained. "Margaery did volunteer to go, she thought that if she married the king that would be reassurance in itself but also would help you by having someone you can trust in the south. We wouldn't let her though, or at least Willas wouldn't,"

"Where is he?" Lyanna exclaimed again, though this time in excitement.

"He was riding behind the army with the rest last we heard," Garlan shrugged.