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

Chapter Seventy Two: One More Secret

"Sansa?" Lyanna asked with a slight frown as the younger girl came storming into her tent one night after the incident with the Glovers. "Sansa, what's wrong?"

"It's Jon, he's so stubborn!" she exclaimed suddenly, the outburst almost taking Lyanna back slightly. "This is mostly your army and yet he refuses to listen to us even though you have as much experience as him and he refuses to listen to me, even though I'm the only one of us who has met Ramsay!"

Lyanna sighed and got up from the bed with a slight groan. She looked down at her stomach immediately in anxiety, checking to see if the swell of her baby was visible yet. She looked back up quickly, trying to make it unnoticeable, instead focusing on Sansa. She paced over to her sister, putting a hand on Sansa's shoulder, leading her over to the desk.

"What would you have me do?" she asked, knowing that by simply asking Sansa's opinion would make the girl feel better, more useful at least.

"We don't have nearly enough men, we need more troops!" She exclaimed once more, though this time she was a little calmer. "Lyanna, I don't want to end up with him again. I'd rather... If we lose, I won't go back to him, but Jon doesn't understand, he says he'll protect me but no one can do that,"

"Jon just doesn't get what you've gone through, he doesn't understand fully what both of us have endured," Lyanna sighed, taking hold of Sansa's hand, thinking about Joffrey, shivering slightly. "Joffrey and Ramsay both did unspeakable things to us, and only we will really understand that. So tell me, what should I do about not having enough troops?"

"Write to the Tully's, you said they pledged themselves to you and Edmure is my uncle, they should fight with us," Sansa suggested and Lyanna began to nod slowly, reaching out to find some parchment and a quill on the desk. "And... the Tyrells maybe?"

"The Tyrells?"

Willas, Garlan, Loras, Margaery, and Lady Olenna would all support their cause, Lyanna knew. Willas' siblings were practically like Lyanna's own siblings, and Lady Olenna seemed to grandmother Lyanna the way that she did Margaery. If she asked them, they would answer the call; even Mace Tyrell would support her for this cause if it meant the Tyrell name was spread further across Westeros. If she wrote to Willas, asked him to send his brothers and even his father with their army, he would provide for her, but the real question was whether Lyanna wanted to involve them.

If anything went wrong, she didn't want attention drawn to her husband's family. She loved them all dearly, and if she was killed in the battle with the Tyrells, they would be killed too, and even those who remained in High Garden would be in danger, as Lyanna could imagine Ramsay sending a force there to kill the rest of the House. That would compromise the safety of not only the Tyrell's but her son too. Lyanna didn't know if she could bare writing to the Tyrells if it meant putting them all including Brandon in danger.

"I know that Brandon is with them, but Lya, we need their help," Sansa tried to convince her, but Lyanna remained stuck in thought. "Please write to them, Lyanna, if we have their support, we may not lose and then they wouldn't be in as much danger. Either way, Ramsay will try to kill them, it's his way. If he wins, he'd probably keep you as a prisoner and make you watch as he tortures them, and that includes Brandon. He'd hurt all of them anyway-"

"Stop, please, Sansa," Lyanna winced, and she had to stop herself from resting her hand on her stomach, the thought of her loved ones being hurt making her want to protect her unborn child. "Okay, I'll write to Willas,"

Lyanna sighed again, reaching out for more parchment and another quill. She handed one piece of parchment and a quill to Sansa, who gave her a confused frown.

"You're mother was the eldest Tully child, it should be you who writes to them, not me," Lyanna pointed out as she began to write her own letter.

'My Darling Willas,