The Forgotten Heir {GoT Fanfic}

Part 25

Lyanna's blue eyes rested on the man that had just kissed her. She thought she liked the man in front of her, but now that they had kissed, she didn't feel any difference.
    "My father put the assignment of finding a suitable husband for me on myself, any suggestions." Lyanna spoke, her voice was purely business, and Petyr inspected her for a second.
    "I heard you declined the Knight of the Flowers." He says, and he could see something of her grandfather in her, how she just sat on his desk, staring at him without a blink.
    "That's not really an answer is it." She says, and she knew she had to keep looking at him now, she couldn't look away now, he should know she was above him, she was royalty and he couldn't play his games on her like that.
    "It wasn't really a question either. But we can go over the options, you declined the Stark and the Tyrell boy. The only great house that's left is the Dornish prince, but Oberyn Martell has a strong detest for anything Lannister related. Walder Frey is always looking for a new wife, but he's an old and grotesque man. Greyjoy has a son, you probably met him as he's living at the Starks now. I would say Edmure Tully is too much of a fool for you, my princess." He start to say and she could not let her sigh in anymore.
    "I should have agreed on marrying Robb. This is a disaster." She says and he takes her hand in his.
    "Princess you wound me." He says, bringing her hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on it, without breaking their eye contact.
    "It would have made things much easier." She says, straightening her back and taking back her hand.
    "You're not leaving already, are you?" He asks.
    "Yes, Petyr, I am." She simply tells him, "I can't have anyone missing my presence."
    "Not to burst your bubble, I think they have a whole lot of other things on their mind than where you've been hiding out. They probably think you've locked yourself in the library again."
Lyanna sighs, she knew he was right. "I should have never told you that." She says and he takes her hand again.
    "There are many things you shouldn't have told me, but here we are." He says with a smirk and she rolls her eyes.
    "Yet, you kissed me." She says and he looks at her.
    "And I would do it again, without hesitation." He says looking at her.
    "I hardly believe that." She says, they both knew they were teasing the other, but Lyanna didn't care in that moment, she had to find herself someone to marry, someone that would benefit their house. So why shouldn't she enjoy this moment.
As she had expected he crashed his lips on her and she smiles softly before kissing him back.

    "My princess, where have you been?" Ser Godric asks, "Your father was worried, and he told me if I lose sight of you one more time I will be executed."
    "Relax, I was just reading, why is everyone being so toxic?" Lyanna asks him.
    "Haven't you heard? Jaime attacked the Hand, because apparently the Imp was taken by the Starks." Ser Godric says.
    "That Imp is my uncle, show some respect." Lyanna frowns, of course she already knew this.
    "Excuse me, I didn't want to offend you." He says and she simply rolled her eyes. He always made rude comments about her family, and he always told her he didn't want to offend her.
    "Just tell me where I can find my uncle." She sighs and Ser Godric looked to the ground to escape from her blue gaze. She knew this already, but she needed to hear it one more time.
    "Your uncle has left the capital, my princess." He says
    "Alright then. Did my King Father wanted to see me?" Lyanna asks him and he shakes his head, "Lovely, then I will be in my room, reading, and I don't wish to be interrupted." She says and Ser Godric gazed after her as she walks away.

There were days where she behaved more like a queen than like a fifthteen year old princess. Those were the days when Ser Godric wondered how Westeros would look under her reign.