Winter Comes

Jon

"May I present to you, Princess Lyanna of House Stark, Princess of Winterfell and Wardeness of the North,"Maester Luwin announced to the lords and ladies congregating in Winterfell's Great Hall.
Jon pulled his hood tighter across his face and peered through the gaps towards the High Table of Winterfell. He watched as his younger half sister emerged from a side door, dressed in a long emerald satin dress. Her long auburn hair was curled and twisted up. Her eyes were the same as he remembered, a delicate shade of hazel that twinkled in the soft candlelight.
"Good evening, my lords and ladies," Lyanna said. Her voice was just as Jon remembered, and a wave of nostalgia washed over him.
"Welcome to Winterfell,"Lyanna continued, and now Jon could sense the nerves in her tone. "If anyone requires an audience with me, speak to Maester."
Lyanna sat down at the table as many lords and ladies began to see the Maester. Jon sneaked towards him and pulled him aside.
"Maester, it's me,"he hissed. Maester Luwin looked shocked. "Jon Snow!"he exclaimed softly.
"Yes, I need an urgent audience with the Princess,"Jon continued, ignoring the Maester's surprised glances and whispered exclamations.
"Of course,"the Maester replied. "Princess!"he called to Lyanna, and she acknowledged him and began walking towards them, apologising to lords and ladies aplenty.
"My apologies, Maester, is there an urgent visitor?"
Jon made sure his face was covered as a grin unfurled across his face.
"Yes, Princess,"the Maester replied. "Perhaps you and my lord here should take a private room."
"Yes, of course," Lyanna said. Jon tried to keep a straight face at the fact that she still did not recognise him.
"Thank you, Princess,"Jon said and followed his sister out of Winterfell's Great Hall and into a side room.
"How may I help you, my lord?" Lyanna asked him.
Jon took down his hood and smiled at his sister. Lyanna shrieked and threw her arms around him, crying. Jon embraced her too, also crying. When they broke apart, it was he who spoke first.
"Surprise,"he laughed.
"Jon, how in seven hells did you get here?"Lyanna asked, in complete shock.
"Long story,"he said. His sister didn't need to know that he had been stabbed by a group of traitors for letting the wildlings through. He had died, and been brought back to life by a fire priestess.
"Anyway, how did you get here?"she asked him.
"Rode,"he replied. "How most people get around."
She whacked him lightly on the arm.
"So, how is it being princess of Winterfell?"Jon said, feeling a surge of pride for this youngest sister.
"Hard,"she said honestly.
Jon wasn't surprised by this. Lyanna had never been raised to rule. Their elder brother Robb had been coached into the Prince of Winterfell role, but he had left early on to go to war and was butchered by the Freys. The next in line would typically be Bran, but he was lost beyond the Wall, not seen in years along with Rickon, the youngest. Sansa was next in line, but she was being held in King's Landing by the Queen Regent, Cersei Lannister, since the death of their father, Lord Eddard, by King Joffrey.
Lyanna was the third eldest and the youngest girl, so she was as far back in the order as she could get, yet somehow she found herself Princess of Winterfell.
"I bet,"Jon replied. "You seem to be doing pretty well though. There's many lords and ladies outside."
Lyanna sighed. "Yes, I guess so. Anyway, why are you here?"
Jon grinned. "I left the Night's Watch under extreme circumstances. I've come here to rule with you."