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

Chapter Eighty: Reunion

Word had come that Willas and the rest of the Tyrell's who hadn't fought would arrive at Winterfell by morning, and so Lyanna had spent all night tossing and turning, far too excited to sleep. She rose early in the morning too, taking her time on her appearance as she dressed herself in a black dress Sansa had sewn for her, the only colour on it being the red embroidery running around the high collar in the shape of Stark wolves. The dress flared out at her hips, but was also loose around her stomach where her baby was swelling, though it wasn't too noticeable yet. Lyanna threw a grey fur cloak around her shoulders, a cloak sewn like one Lord Stark used to wear, the only difference being the colour.

After her clothes, Lyanna began to braid her hair up into a bun but eventually gave up. Willas always preferred her hair down anyway. Giving up, Lyanna let her hair fall down in loose waves around her shoulders. She looked quite regal, Lyanna considered, and then remembered Robb's crown, the one that had been found by one of the bannermen and given to her, seeing it glint on the cushion she'd left it on top of on her desk. It had initially felt wrong to wear her brother's crown, the one he'd worn before he died, but the northerners liked it, and part of Lyanna couldn't help but feel honoured that they saw her on par to him, and saw her worthy enough for it, so she had begun to wear it with pride.

Carefully, she lifted the crown and placed it a top her head. The northmen had declared her their queen and it was time she showed them she was that. The crown was heavy and uncomfortable, but it had been Robb's. Lyanna was the first Queen in the North, and so she knew that if she wanted to be taken as seriously as her predecessors, she would have to show herself as strong of a monarch as they had been; she would wear Robb's crown, and wear it proudly.

Ready at last, Lyanna headed down to the courtyard, treading carefully to make sure the crown didn't slip off her head. After a while, she got used to it, and picked her pace up to a slight run, getting down to the courtyard just as the gates were opening.

"I believe that will be my brother, your grace," Garlan said with a slight smirk as he walked over to her. "I must say, you do look rather regal, trying to impress anyone?"

"Only your brother, Lord Tyrell," Lyanna spoke with the same smirk.

"No need to tell me your evening activities then," he mused with a small laugh, making Lyanna blush bright red.

That was when the Tyrell carriage rolled through, its bright green and golden detailing looking rather out of place and within the harsh stone environment of Winterfell. The harsh contrast made Lyanna worry slightly, realising that herself and Willas came from such different backgrounds. Would he like it in Winterfell? Would he like the North? Maybe he would regret the decision to move to her immediately, and would subsequently leave. She'd been apart from him for so long, she'd almost forgotten how much they loved each other, all of it seeming like a dream that had been far too sweet.

Even after the carriage stopped and the doors opened Lyanna felt the doubt building up in her, her stomach knitting together in nerves whilst the baby swirled about, feeling Lyanna's anxiety. Lyanna watched nervously as a little boy darted out of the doors before anyone could stop him, his mop of black hair flowing out as he ran like a mane. He didn't even stop, looking around Winterfell eagerly, as if he was thinking about all the exploring he could do, but when he saw Lyanna, he burst into a giddy grin and laugh, sprinting over to her.

Lyanna swooped down as he got close to her, enveloping her arms around him to hold him tight. He wrapped his little arms around her tightly as Lyanna remained crouched down over her Brandon protectively, the way she never had the chance to be to him before.