Author's Note:Hey guys, this is my first fanfic ever, so please be gentle. This is obviously an AU where Ned is king as stated in the summary. The first few chapters are going to be prologues from the Tourney in Harrenhal and Robert's Rebellion. There are gonna be some changes with the events and to all R+L=J fans out there, sorry to disappoint you but this isn't about them. I just wanted to give Robert a chance. I think he would prefer dying at the Trident with Rhaegar than being chewed on by a boar. So yea, this is the story, hope you guys like it.
Prologue I. The She-Wolf and the Young Stag
"They say you've fathered a..."
"A beautiful baby girl. She may be baseborn, but she is my daughter and I love her."
"It's true then."
"Aye. But that was before I knew anything about a betrothal. After Ned and Jon told me, I stopped. I have never been with a girl since."
"Why? We are not yet married, you can do whatever you want."
"Because I've already dishonored a lot of girls, fathered a bastard and I would not, for as long as I live dishonor any more people. Ned, he's like a brother to me and he loves you. I won't do that to him. And I won't do it to you."
Lyanna could not believe that this was Robert Baratheon, the young lord of Storm's End. He was different from what her maids had told her. In their stories, he was strong, tall and wild and bedded almost any girl he could get his hands on. But tonight, under the stars in the Godswood at Harrenhal, she didn't see any of it, instead she saw the part of him that only his brother saw, a man with a kind heart and honor and a man capable of love. And for the first time since the announcement of their betrothal, she did not think of running away.
"My lady..."
She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at him, those blue eyes and that strong jaw.
"My lady, it seems that I have to escort you back now or Lord Rickard will raise his banners."
She let out a small laugh.
"Lyanna."
"Pardon me, my lady?"
"Call me Lyanna, we are to be married there's no use for formalities and it takes up too much time."
Robert smiled and it made him even more handsome.
"Well, Lyanna, shall we?"
He took her arm in his and they walked through the Godswood, entered the castle and through a long hallway, finally they arrived at her chamber's door.
"Good night, Lyanna." Robert said as he took her hand and planted a small kiss. He was about to leave her when Lyanna remembered to ask him another question.
"What is her name?"
"Mya."
"Beautiful name. Good night, Robert."
He gave a small nod and turned back the other way to go to his chambers. Lyanna watched as he went away. She would remember this night, the night when the wolf fell in love with the stag.