The next morning I wake up with a horrid pounding in my head with no signs of giving up. One of the household servants came in and gave me some sort of herbs so I could function properly, but my head still felt like a blacksmith's anvil. She also put all of my stuff into trunks and I grab my guitar and walk out of the door to find these Bolton boys.
"Ramsay you already know that it's rude to ignore a lady's call. And she just wants to meet you." Domeric growls, he was obviously frustrated. I love when people get mad over little ol' me.
"It's fine Domeric, I won't force your brother to do something he doesn't want to do. And if you want Ramsay I'll pay for your brothel stay if... you talk with me." I bargain the bastard looks intrigued and was listing the pros and cons, I then sit on the floor and start to play on my guitar. My teacher was a nine fingered whore, and she had a passion for music so I went there in secret, and learnt all of her little tricks, with guitar and men.
"Fine, why would you be so desperate as to talk to me m'lady." Ramsay says at last.
"Well Ramsay, I like to see what's going on in someone's head, what makes them tick, and I know for a fact that you won't lick my boots til their sodden so that makes you different from most bastards and servants, and please in private call me Lyanna." Ramsay snorted,
"So you want to try and talk about my childhood, my fears?" he ask, he always seems to be sarcastic.
"No I want to get to know who you are now, hobbies, favorite song, best looking lady you know, the basics." I say.
"Well Lyanna, I like to hunt, fight, I love my dogs, my favorite song is bear and the maiden fair, and the most lovely lady i've ever seen is you, may I have my brothel money now?" He asks. I smile.
"That's so sweet that you think so, and I said I want to get to know you not just everything I can already hear from the little folk. Now can you play?" I ask offering him the guitar, he shakes his head. "Domeric?"
"I only play the harp." he says I sigh then start to play the dornishman's wife.
"The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun,
And her kisses warmer than spring.
But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel,
And its kiss was a terrible thing.
The Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathed,
In a voice sweet as a peach.
But the Dornishman's blade had a song of its own,
And a bite as sharp and cold as a leech.
As he lay on the ground with darkness around,
And the taste of blood on his tongue.
His brothers knelt by him and prayed him a prayer,
He smiled he laugh and he sung.
'Brothers, oh brothers my days here are done,
The Dornishman's taken my life,
But what does it matter since all men must die,
And I've tasted the Dornishman's Wife!"
I hear clapping and see father and king Robert the two boys get up and bow lowly.
"As you can see the resemblance is eerie, by your sister wouldn't be caught dead singing and playing the guitar." Robert says to father.I roll my eyes
.
"So when will we be leaving?" I ask.
"We were going to leave an hour ago, but a certain redhead wasn't present." Father states. Looking down at me.
"I didn't know Sansa had it in here!" I say playing dumb. The Bolton boys look shocked at my cheekiness.
"Lyanna get to the party right now, and the queen wants you to ride in the carriage with her and as punishment you'll ride in the carriage until we are at the trident." Father says I sigh and turn to the two Bolton's.
"Well boys should you ever find yourself in the capitol come and find me ya?" I ask. They both nod and I hug the bastard and the true-born.
"What about that kiss?" Domeric whispers in my ear. I lean in close. Until we were almost kissing.
"No." I say then I walk away with the two older men. I said my goodbyes to Bran, Mom, Little Rickon, and now Robb. It was crushing my heart to leave him again. Right now we were hugging each other tightly. I felt tears in my eyes.
"Why do we always have to leave each other?" I ask.
"It's just the way the gods want it to be."
"The gods are cruel and unjust then. Always remember I am with you." I say tenderly.
"And I you." Robb gives me a sad smile that I mirror. I then run to the carriage in fear of crying in front of all these people.
In the carriage Cersei tries to give me a reassuring talk about leaving, but I just block it out. She doesn't have to leave her twin for ages at a time. At the crossroads Jory came by and told me that the night's watch was departing from the royal party. I scramble out of the door and look for Jon and Uncle Ben.
When I spot them I run towards them with Cuana following me.
"Lyanna you should know better than running like that in front of horses." Benjen scolds. I stick my tongue out at him and continue to laugh.
"Don't let the white walkers eat us okay Uncle?" I ask with a joking tone in my voice. He strokes his beard.
"Hmm... I'll let you get eaten nobody else though." I put my hand on my heart.
"And I thought that you loved me." I say dramatically. He rolls his eyes and dismounts his horse.
"Don't be a fool Lyanna." He begs while hugging me.
"I promise not to do something stupid for my own good. Or date the prince." he sighs.
"Good enough I guess."
"And you promise me to not get turned into a white walker." I say in a bossy tone.
"I promise you, Fully and wholeheartedly." He says smiling. He kisses my forehead slips something into my pocket, then leaves further down the road. I walk up to Jon and hand him one of my old direwolf pins.
"No matter where you go, you'll always be a Stark, and my brother." I say Jon hands me a ring that was made of black steel and had a blue stone in the center.
"It's a gift from Robb and I we asked around to see what you liked, and Ser Jamie and Lord Tyrion were very helpful." I smile and put it on. Then the band said 'this too shall pass' my heart almost stopped.
"I can't take this Jon, it's too much." I say taking the ring off
"No Lyanna it's yours it was made for you and only you. That's non-negotiable." I put it back on.
"I feel bad, I didn't give you boys anything this nice." I say with a faint pout on my face.
"You deserve every last coin that went into the making of that ring." Jon says. I try to swallow a lump in my windpipe with little to no success.
"Damn you Jon Snow." I say weakly.
"I'll see you later Lyanna."
"And I'll see you in black, Ser Snow." I tease while walking away. Man what an emotional trip this has turned out to be.
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Lyanna Stark the second
FanfictionShe's the daughter of the most noble man in Westeros. But she was raised by her fathers best friend Robert Baratheon as a ward.
