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...
Chapter 18| All That Is & All It Will Be Warning: Sexual Teasingin this chapter and language.
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Lyanna and Jon laid on the sand and talk, as the moonlight was shinning down on them. Everyone was possibly in their chambers, everyone but Lyanna and Jon. They decided to spend some time together and apologize and help each other with whatever it may need.
"Can you smell that?" Jon looks at Lyanna and smiles.
"You mean the air? The breathing air that we long sought on since we came here? Yes I can smell it Lyanna." Lyanna looks at Jon and shakes her head.
"I'm talking about our future. Can't you smell it from here? Jon. I have a good feeling about Dragonstone. I don't know what it is, honestly but I have a good feeling." Jon looks down at her stomach and she rolls her eyes at him, smacking his arm,"Jon! I'm not pregnant if that's what you thinking about. Gods, I don't know why that's all you ever think about. Me being pregnant with your baby."
"Because maybe I'd want a baby with you someday. Maybe we can make something beautiful and call it ours." Lyanna looks at Jon and stares into his dark brown eyes.
"First we need to win a war and then we can possibly talk about babies and we can't have a baby unless we are married you know that Jon," Lyanna looks at the ocean and back at Jon,"Haven't had a baby since Mercy you know. Since Robb died. Haven't laid with a man since him." Lyanna could feel the strings in her heart being tugged. Jon wrapped his arms around Lyanna and kisses her forehead, out of respect. He promised to protect her since Robb died and that's what he needed to do.
"We mustn't talk about this now. Have you won the Dragon Lady over to your side yet?" Lyanna stood to sit on the sand and looked at Jon.
"She has a name Jon. Queen Daenerys. And she's on my side but no, you will have to get on her good side to make an alliance. You don't have to fuck her but, you do need to be smart about this Jon." Lyanna looks at the ocean as the waves crashes onto the rocks and the water filling her feet until they return ashore, Lyanna stood up and sighed,"Perhaps I should get going back to my chamber. It's getting rather late." Jon stood up and Lyanna kisses his cheek, lingering there for a moment.
"I'll walk you to your chamber." Lyanna shakes her head and leaves Jon alone, standing on the beach. Jon wondering about Lyanna and the possibility of the outcome of this War to come. Lyanna reaches her chamber to find a present in the corner but decided to not open it.
Lyanna puts on her nightgown and looks at the balcony, as the cold wind comes into contact with her pale skin, making her sigh in relief. Lyanna wondered if Robb would've been proud, or if Mercy would've been proud, or if Ned Stark would've been proud of her. Jon comes in Lyanna's chamber and sees her standing on the balcony, into deep thoughts. Jon quietly removes his boots and his vest, along with his cloak. Only remains his pants and shirt. Lyanna turned around to be startled, seeing Jon standing there, admiring her and admiring her beautiful body.
