❝ You and I against the world, my love. Let us bring it to it's knees. ❞
Even the gods were not able to defeat Lyra Stark and Joffrey Baratheon, for once they put their minds to a cause, the gods were forced to step aside and let them past.
QUEENS...
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{ Lyra }
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𝕿he streets of King's Landing were packed with people, vendors and their wares. They were calling out to all those that walked the streets, children running around and laughing, playing in the early morning sun. It was hard to believe that this same area had been one of the poorest places in the city.
"You have done well, Joff," The blond man looked down at his betrothed, one eyebrow raised as she squeezed his arm. "This is all thanks to your efforts. You should be proud."
"I would not have come to this part of the city if you did not suggest it," Joffrey shot her a half-smile, before he continued down the street. Tylar followed behind the pair, the Stark emblem across his chest, as he grinned at those around him.
"Come on, we are almost there," Lyra tugged the man beside her, a grin growing across her face at the thought of seeing Drew once more.
After the battle, Drew's mother had been found dead, and the boy had been orphaned, with no other relatives in the city. After much debate, and no small amount of effort on Joffrey or Lyra's behalf, they had managed to locate an orphanage that they hoped would suit him well and teach him all that he needed to know.
Turning a corner, off of the main square, Lyra grinned at the sight of Drew, who was looking healthier as he waited for them.
"Drew!" The boy's head snapped up, before he ran over and into Lyra's arms. She hugged him tightly, chuckling before pulling away to take a full look at him. "You have grown!"
"I am one of the tallest boys there," He grinned over at Joffrey, who ruffled the child's hair, the half-smile playing on his lips. "Mrs. Waters said I will be nearly as tall as you are when I am fully grown."
"Well, I think that you are going to be taller than he is," Lyra grinned back at Joffrey, who was rolling his eyes good naturedly at the pair. "Maybe as tall as Tylar?"
"That is silly," Drew laughed, as Tylar grinned over at them from where he was admiring a stall. Other Kingsguards milled around the courtyard, all of them keeping their eyes on the king as he admired the progress of his city. "He's a Northerner. They have to be tall."
"That is very true," Lyra grinned, before standing back up and reaching for the boy's hand. "They have to be able to wrestle direwolves and grizzly bears."
"Really?" Lyra nodded, thinking of Elia, who often liked to play fight with Tylar when she was bored. The wolf had been left with Sansa, her handmaiden and Arah. The wolf would keep her sister safe, of that she was positive.
