AN: I was a bit worried about writing a Game of Thrones fanfic, because it's a fantastic show and book series so I was worried I wouldn't do it justice, but I hope it's up to scratch, enjoy x
P.S: Joffrey isn't a COMPLETE cunt in this story x
P.P.S: I'm really really worried hahah…..not joking.
Sansa had heard many times before, 'Lyanna Baratheon has all of her mother's beauty, but possesses her father's black heart' No one dared say it in golden-haired Princess' presence much as it pained Sansa to admit it, she was only responsible for her daughter's beautiful exterior. When Sansa gave birth to Lyanna it was the happiest day of her life, she was a golden-haired blue-eyed beauty, Joffrey had stayed with her in the birthing room, at Cersei's command no doubt, but the moment he set eyes on Lyanna, Sansa saw a look she'd seldom seen in Joffrey before, genuine pride.
"You did brilliantly, my lady, bringing our daughter into this world." He says as he half-heartedly kissed Sansa's sweaty forehead, She kissed Lyanna's forehead and gave Lyanna to Joffrey who sat in the chair beside Sansa's bed and he cradled her while Sansa fell into a much needed deep sleep, dreaming of the beautiful, graceful princess their daughter would become.
19 years later when Lyanna was a woman grown, Sansa still looked at her with the same unconditional love in her eyes she'd had when she was born, and Joffrey with the same pride, Joffrey often said to Sansa, while looking on proudly at Lyanna, who looked the image of her mother but inherited her father's golden hair, "The girl has the makings of a fine queen, I'd make her my heir if our son isn't up to the job." And Sansa knew that, if ever there would come a time when it fell upon the young princess to reign over the seven kingdoms, she would not be known for being a benevolent ruler.
She wasn't blind to the person Lyanna really was, over the years she watched her daughter embody Joffrey's every mental feature, She saw the dark gleeful smile her daughter wore when she saw her father torture someone in the throne room, she'd hear the cruelty in her voice when she spoke to her baby brother Robb, who'd been named after Sansa's brother, who came 7 years after her, but what disturbed Sansa the most was that, on the outside, Lyanna was the perfect lady, she was everything a princess should be, everything Sansa had hoped she would be, however she knew there was something dark in her daughter's heart, Sansa thanked the gods that the auburn-haired Robb possessed more Stark/Tully qualities than Baratheon/Lannister, oh, how she wished the same could be said for her darling Lyanna, because she truly understands what Cersei meant all those years ago 'Love no one but your children, on that part a mother has no choice.' And Sansa found that, even though she knew what a monster she was, she was her daughter, she'd created this beautiful princess, and every time she looked into Lyanna's icy blue eyes, she no longer saw the sadistic, female version of Joffrey, no, she saw her darling baby daughter she'd loved ever since she first felt her growing inside of her.
If Sansa could recall one incident when she had seen Lyanna at her cruellest, It would be her sixteenth name-day, Joffrey had announced that a tourney would be held in her honour, Joffrey had presented her with a fine dagger, made of valyrian steel with a solid golden hilt, on one side of the hilt was The Stag of Baratheon, on the other side of the hilt was The Direwolf of Stark.
"Thank you Father, I shall carry it with me always." Lyanna said with a dazzling smile as she kissed her father on both cheeks and sat back down.
"Every good blade needs a name darling." King Joffrey said to his daughter, Sansa cursed Joffrey in her head for giving their daughter the encouragement to think up twisted ways she could inflict pain with this dagger, Lyanna got up and addressed her guests,
"My Father has presented me with this dagger!" She says and the crowd whistle and applaud, "And a fine dagger it is, what should I name it?"
"Jabber!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed,
"Throat slasher!" Lyanna grinned at the name,
"Shadowfang!"Another member of the crowd shouted.
"Bloodweep, my lady!" Someone else shouted,
"Bloodweep, I like that one!" Lyanna laughed, "What do you think father?"
Joffrey only looked on, with the same sadistic smile as his daughter, "Throat Slasher does have a certain ring to it."
"Then, Throat Slasher it is!" She said proudly, "Do you like it Mother?"
"A fine blade it is my darling, with a fine name to match." Sansa said, fearing she would slip up and say the wrong thing, she saw a look of confusion dawning on Lyanna's face,
"Where's Robb?" Lyanna asked, Sansa could hear the flash of anger in her voice, "My brother should be here at my name- day tourney."
This is what Sansa feared, for she knew Lyanna had a temper to match Joffrey's, if not worse, and that day, Sansa knew that Robb would bear the brunt of Lyanna's Rage, just then Sansa saw the young prince enter the courtyard which was overlooked by the wall high stone platform they were sitting on, which also overlooked the Blackwater Bay. He had a wooden sword that he'd been playing with, so innocent.
"You might tell me where you've been sweet brother." Lyanna tried to fend off the urge scream and beat her brother in front of her subjects, she did her best to hide the anger in her voice, but Lyanna could hide nothing from her mother.
"I've been playing." Said the 9 year old, completely unaware of how much worse he is making his already dreadful situation.
"Oh, playing at swords were you?" Lyanna said sweetly, but Sansa saw, felt even, the cruel undertone of her voice, "An expert you may be with a stick of wood, but can you wield a blade of steel? Ser Meryn, fetch my brother a sword."
"No!" Sansa shouted, realising the danger she would deliberately put her brother in, Lyanna turned to face her, not caring if her anger showed,
"It is the price he must pay mother, a princess should never be kept waiting, and a prince should be noble and chivalrous, is this not the perfect opportunity for Robb to showcase his valour, his swordsmanship?" Lyanna asked, but was expecting no answer,
"Lyanna, darling, please." Sansa begged her daughter, but her efforts, of course, were in vain.
"Don't worry mother, I'll call the Hound off before any real harm comes to him." Lyanna says with a grin.
"The Hound!" Sansa shouts, "Joffrey, do something, are you going to let our daughter order the hound to bloody our son, our children should not be fighting and doing harm to one another."
"It will be good for him." That is all the king said, but as he turned to face his daughter, he said "If he wins, he can have 1,000 gold dragons to do with whatever he likes, and the sword he fought with, he shall keep."
"And if he loses?" Lyanna asks eagerly, King Joffrey grins at his daughter,
"If he loses, then he shall be disinherited, he shall be relieved of all claimants to the Iron Throne and you will be named my heir." Lyanna's grin grew wider, Sansa was shocked, she refused to believe Joffrey would put his daughter on the Iron Throne before his son, that being said, Joffrey and Robb were nothing alike, for which Sansa was thankful.
"Quiet!" King Joffrey commanded, and the crowd grew silent, "I have decided, that this matter shall be made an official one- to- one combat, at Princess Lyanna's request, Prince Robb will battle against Sandor of the House Clegane, or the Hound as he is commonly known, If the Prince wins, he shall be awarded with 1,000 gold dragons, to do with whatever he wishes, and shall keep the blade he wielded, If he loses, then I see no reason why a prince who cannot swing a sword is fit to be my successor, therefore upon losing the battle, his entitlement to the Iron Throne will be forfeited, and the Princess Lyanna will be named my heir."
"Let the battle commence!" Lyanna had said.
The roaring crowd are engrossed in the battle, Robb is ducking and weaving in between the hound, while the hound delivers hard, heavy blows that cut through thin air, the battle is like a maze of twists and turns and the swinging of steel, Robb has donned the common armour, not Lannister armour like his father wears, there was a part of Joffrey that wanted Robb to lose, Joffrey never could envision Robb as king, he was just to 'soft' as Joffrey had put it, Lyanna on the other hand, now Jofrrey had said many a time how Lyanna would make a much better ruler, she had the right mind set he thought, Lyanna found that highly amusing that her brother was made to wear the armour of a common sellsword, "The armour of the commons, most befitting for you brother!" She shouts over the battlement in a smug manner, her composure still in-tact, Robb looked up at her and did not see Sandor hefting his longsword up and throwing it down on his back, Robb fell to the ground and before the Hound could deliver the fatal blow, Robb yielded.
"I yield! I yield!" he shouted, Lyanna laughed hysterically while Joffrey got up to address his subjects,
"There you have it, my son has disgraced my house, your prince has disgraced the kingdoms, he is not fit to rule as your king when I am gone, my daughter, the Princess Lyanna will sit upon the Iron Throne and rule the kingdoms come the time of my passing." The crowd break into yet another roar and Joffrey spoke to his daughter, "Preparations for your official coronation will commence on the morrow."
"Excellent father." The black- hearted future queen said.
Days had passed since Princess Lyanna's name-day tourney, and today, was the day Joffrey gave Robb the ultimate insult, an insult to him as a prince, and an insult to him as a man, today was the day Lyanna would officially be named Heir to the Iron Throne.
The throne room was crowded, what looked like all of King's Landing had turned up to see the future ruler of the seen kingdoms, Joffrey was stood in front of the Iron Throne holding Lyanna's newly forged solid golden crown, Lyanna kneeled in front of him, the Throne Room was dead silent.
"Do you solemnly swear to govern the people of the seven kingdoms and it's dominions, according to the customs and laws laid down by your predecessors?"Joffrey says the sacred words a King is inclined to say.
"I do, Your Grace." Lyanna must also say her sacred vows.
"Do you promise to exercise mercy, and justice in your deeds and judgements?"
"I do, Your Grace."
"And do you swear allegiance, to Westeros, and the Iron Throne, now, and for as long as you shall live?"
"I, Lyanna, of the House Baratheon, Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, do pledge my life to the Seven Kingdoms, and to the protection of its peoples." Lyanna then stands up and faces the crownd looking solemn, and for the first time, Sansa saw a Stark quality within her daughter.
"And now, being of age, and heir apparent, from henceforth, I name you, the rightful heir to the Iron Throne." The silence breaks the minute Joffrey places the intricately designed crown on her head, loud cheers erupted and Lyanna's lips break into a full blown smile, looking very much like her mother in that moment. Sansa stood by the pillar, smiling at her daughter as they made eye contact, but once Lyanna was busy talking to Lords and Ladies alike, Sansa hid herself behind the pillar with a fearful look on her face, knowing that her daughter's reign will be no better than her father's.
AN: First of all, I would like to say that this idea was random, and that I know it's probably not the best GoT fanfic ever, but it's an idea I simply had to write about, I may write an epilogue about Lyanna being crowned queen when Joffrey dies? Would you want an epilogue? Do you like this story? I'm terrified hahah….. please leave a review.
AN 2: When I was talking about 'the wall high stone platform, I was referring to the location where Joffrey was sitting at the start of season 2.
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