Lyanna Stallion is only four years old when her family dropped their daughter off at the Stark's. Years later and Lyanna is not what she expected. She's sassy, tomboy, and adventurous. What happens when her whole life is changed when King Robert Bar...
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Waves are crashing against rocks and washing over the beach. Men are pulling Jon and Lyanna's boat onto shore. Jon, Lyanna, and Davos are walking onto the beach towards Tyrion, Missabdei, and Dothraki guards. Dragonstone can be seen in the distance. Tyrion and Jon address each other.
"The bastard of Winterfell."
"The dwarf of Casterly Rock." Tyrion and Jon both stare at each for a moment, then break into a smile. They step forward and shake hands.
"I believe we last saw each other on top of the wall."
"You were pissing off the edge, if I remember right. You picked up some scars along the road." Tyrion nods his head in agreement and noticed Lyanna, smiling warmly at her. Lyanna was grinning at what Jon said, pissing off the edge. Lyanna would love to know exactly where he was pissing off.
"Lady Lyanna. Happy to see you well and alive. Sorry to hear about your friend. Dark times these are indeed my Lady." Lyanna does a curtsey and plasters on a smile.
"It's been a long road. But we're all still here." Tyrion turns to Davos.
"I'm Tyrion Lannister."
"Davos Seaworth." Tyrion and Davos shakes hands.
"Ah, the Onion Knight. We fought on opposite sides at the Battle of Blackwater Bay."
"Unluckily for me."
"Missandei is the queen's most trusted advisor."
"Welcome to Dragonstone. Our Queen knows this is a long journey. She appreciates the effort you have made on her behalf. If you wouldn't mind handing over your weapons." Jon looks at Davos and his men. Lyanna takes her dagger form under her dress, as everyone looked at her suspiciously, probably wondering why she has a dagger under her dress.
"What? I can fight, Gods. Nothing wrong with that, women should be allowed to train and fight." Jon grins and then speaks to Tyrion, agreeing to the terms of their weapons.
"Of course."
The Dothraki guard move to take the weapons. Jon unties his sword and hands it over. The Dothraki pick up Jon's boat and begin to carry it away.
"Please, this way."
The group are making their way up to Dragonstone along a narrow stone pathway built into the cliffs leading to the castle. Tyrion begins speaking to Jon as Lyanna remains quite walking next to Jon.
"And Sansa, I hear she's alive and well."
"She is."
"Does she miss me terribly?" Jon looks at Tyrion and doesn't say anything.
