The Forgotten Heir {GoT Fanfic}

Part 9

There was a feast at sun down, but Lyanna did not feel the need to change into different clothes. She had agreed on wearing a dress while she was at winterfell, and Lyanna only wears dresses on formal occasions so she was not one to change into different clothes a couple of times a day.
"So tell me, princess, do you like the cold already?" Sir Godric asked her, as the two of them walked around in the courtyard. She still had not told him about her father's offer to stay here and marry Robb, even though she had already declined, and as her father had already offered his son's hand to the young lady stark there was no way she would be. But why bother him with something that wasn't going to happen, thought Lyanna
"I got to wear fancy fur all the time. So yeah, I quite like it." Lyanna smiles as she looked at the black furred cloak that was resting on her shoulders, and she went through the fur with her hands, it was so soft and furry and warm.
"Yes, the cloak does fit you well, princess, suits very well with the dress you're wearing." Sir Godric tells his princess with a smile, her hair was in an elegant updo as he was sure the northern maidens would have done and she truly looked like a queen in his eyes, especially since he had never seen her in a dress before today.
"Princess, there you are!" Lyanna turned around to look into the blue eyes of Robb Stark. He looked very handsome and very ready for the feast that could start any minute. He had changed his clothes, and done his hair differently.
"Yeah, here the princess is." Sir Godric says annoyed and quietly so only Lyanna could hear, and Lyanna noticed the annoyance in his voice, was Sir Godric jealous? She chuckled of the thought of it.
"The feast is about to begin, and I was wondering if I could escort you there." Robb says, and then he looked at For Godric, "If your guard allow it." He quickly asks.
"I am sorry, Lord Stark, I need to speak with my guard some more before attending the feast." Lyanna says to him with a smile.
"I am not Lord Stark, my father is. Please call me Robb." He says and he looks at her, she couldn't drop her smile. "And I do understand, it would be my pleasure if you would save me a dance tonight." He adds.
Lyanna simply nods as a reaction to his offer, she would love to dance with him. But she wanted to spend some more time with Ser Godric too, and thus she had decided to choose for her knight over the stranger. "I will." She tells him before he walks away.

Ser Godric looked at her princess, and he was absolutely relieved that she wanted to spend a little more time with him than to spend the time with the Stark-boy. He had this weird feeling in his stomach ever since she started to talk about Robb, and seeing them together just made it worse.
"See, Ser, he truly is a gentleman." Lyanna chuckles and she looked up at him.
Ser Godric growled a soft "hmm." before she placed her hand on his arm to walk further. "I cannot wait until we get back to King's Landing, where I know every inch of the city." He says as he looks at Lyanna's hand.
"Me too, to be honest, I mean I love the change of view for once, but I kinda miss the chaos the city brought, the long walks through the streets, through the garden. Gods, I even missed being stalked by the spider and littlefinger." Lyanna chuckles and her eyes widened for a moment.
"What is wrong, princess? I seem so spooked all of the sudden." Ser Godric noticed and he looked around placing one hand on the handle of his sword, instantly ready to protect his princess.
"I promised to write Lord Baelish as soon as we arrived. Gods, I totally forgot about it. I should find the Maester of Winterfell and ask him if he could send a raven." Lyanna says and she wanted to let go of Ser Godric, but he placed his hand quickly on hers, and she froze.
"Come on, princess, I am sure he would understand if you send the letter first thing tomorrow, they have a feast for the presence of your family. You should head there, and have some fun." Ser Godric says and he looks at her, her blue eyes stared up at him. "Besides, it is just Little Finger, you're a princess, what would he do?"
Lyanna let out a deep breath, she knew he was right and it relaxed her a little, and she decided to write to him first thing in the morning. Tonight she was going to attend this feast and try to get to know the Starks better.

Lyanna loved the taste of wine, but she knew very well how much she could drink, unlike her father.
Lyanna sat in between her two uncles, and she quite enjoyed herself. "So, I've read your book." She told Tyrion, who smiled at her.
"And, what is your opinion of it?" He asks her and he takes a sip of his wine. Jaime rolled his eyes at them, books, they always talked about books or other things he wasn't interested in.
"I think it's pretty interesting how dragons overruled everything back in the days, and it makes me sad that there are none left in Westeros." She says, and they both nodded. Jaime remembered how Tyrion wanted a dragon so badly when he was younger,
Jaime found it very enjoyable that Lyanna looked a little after all of them, but yet so different. She was just as brave as himself, as smart as Tyrion and as fierce as Cersei when it became to protecting what was hers, but she was also very kind to everyone, and she knew very well what consequences her actions could have, unlike his sister. Yet, Lyanna did not look like her father, she was not impatient, rash and certainly not a fool, although he had to admit she might have his headstrong attitude, which sometimes showed off.
"Uncle Jaime, between the two of us, when are we going to practice again?" Lyanna asked her uncle quietly.
Jaime smiled at her before he answered, "Maybe, if you're a good girl we might start practicing again when we're in King's Landing." Lyanna's happiness at those words, and the sparkle that suddenly appeared in her eyes made Jaime chuckle loudly. He grew fond of his niece, and he wanted to make sure she knew that.
"Oh, come on, Uncle Jaime, you know I'm always a good girl." She innocently says as she fluttered her eyelashes.
"That might work with your father, or maybe Lord Baelish even, but that would not work on me, princess, I grew up with Cersei remember." He says with a smile and she laughed and took a sip of her drink.
"Can I have this dance, my princess." Lyanna looked up to see Robb Stark offering his hand, Jaime scoffed at the young Stark boy, and Lyanna quickly gave Jaime a look before placing her hand in Robb's.