The Forgotten Heir {GoT Fanfic}

Part 36

"Lady Stark. My sweet niece, Lyanna. Meet my lovely wife, Margaery Tyrell." Renly says.
"It's an honour to finally meet you, my Lady." Lyanna says and she curtsied.
"You're speaking to a queen, Lyanna." Renly says and Lyanna frowns, she could never see Renly as a king, not now, not ever. Her father had been the king, not he.
"Excuse me, your grace. I am still adjusting to the new reality." Lyanna says and she continued in a whisper, "In my dreams I still see my father sitting on the Iron Throne." She looks straight at Renly and he frowns at her.
"We can discuss family matters later." He quickly says and Lyanna nods.
"Let me bring you to your tent, my princess. You must be exhausted." Margaery says, already taking Lyanna's arm and escorting her outside. "I am deeply sorry for my husband's rudeness, he too is adjusting to the new reality and of course he's still coping with the loss of his brother." Margaery tells Lyanna.
"It's okay, we never really got along anyways." Lyanna admits.
"How come?" Margaery asks and Lyanna smiles.
"We prefered other company. I was quick to surround myself with my guard while Renly had other priorities." Lyanna says, implying her uncle's sexual interests.
"I understand." She nods, "I hear you were mostly reading or secretly learning how to fight." Margaery smiles.
"I have to admit those things were true. Now I don't have the time for reading and no partner to practice with." Lyanna says with a smile. "Besides, I know now that I was not meant to be that kind of warrior." She adds.
"This is your tent, my princess." Margaery says and she stops walking in front of the opening of one tent, Lyanna gives a firm nod and she enters the tent.

"I never meant to undermine you, my darling niece." Renly says and Lyanna simply looks at him with a raised brow, "But you are just a child, not yet of age and not fit to rule the realm."
Lyanna scoffed to this, as a King you are the protector of the realm, not the ruler. "I never wanted the crown, father knew this. I miss him very much." She says. Even though Lyanna hated the idea of the crown, she also knew neither Renly or Joffrey were fit to be King. Now that she thought of it, neither would Stannis. Her father wasn't a great king either, she had to admit. Her grandfather, Tywin Lannister, he would be a great king.
"I miss him too." Renly says and they both take a sip of their wine. "Why did you leave?" He asks to break the silence.
"Because of the possibilities that could have happened if I stayed." She tells him and he looked at her over his cup, Lyanna wondered if he knew what she was talking about or if he was absolutely oblivious to her relationship with the Queen.

"You and I both know we're only sitting here because we are family and it is expected of us." Lyanna sighs, "So let's not pretend we're suddenly interested in each others life."
Renly looks at her, really looked at her for the first time that day.  She had changed much since he last saw her, she wasn't the childish princess aymore, the one who wanted to run around recklessly.
No this young woman before him knew exactly what she was doing and had calculated every option, Just like Littlefinger taught her, Renly thought.
There was a great chance his niece would come in handy in this war. Having the real heir on your side is always a smart plan.
"You must be tired." Renly says after a long silence and Lyanna nods.