Another little chapter for you all.

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It was a night of another feast in Camelot everyone was preparing busily around every nook and cranny around the castle.

Lyanna picked out yet another dress but was having problems fixing her hair as a maid had not come to help her prepare.

She decided to do what she always did, get her mother to help her.

She brushed her hair through a few times before bursting out her chamber doors and going to her mother's room.

As she entered after knocking lightly she saw Lady Catlyn already brushing through Sansa's long red curls.

"Mother my hair, please will you help me, I'd like it to be beautiful like yours is at feasts." She asked admiring how her mother's hair looked already braided for the evening.

"Of course dear, I'll just finish here and I'll do yours like how I used to wear my hair when i was young in the Riverlands."

It only took a few more moments to twist's Sana's hair up into place.

Once it was done she stood up and headed for the door before Lady Catlyn called to her.

"Send Arya to me when you see her please, she too has to dress up for tonight, and there must be no mess or scruffiness in any of us we're in a King's court now."

Sansa nodded. "Yes Mother." She muttered before disappearing around the door.

"Come Lyanna, sit." She beckoned her into the seat that Sansa had previously been sat on.

She was looking at her mother through the large mirror which was in front of them.

"Where you scared?" she asked the older lady.

"Scared of what dear?" she smiled while concentrated on the long red locks, pinning each one carefully in place.

"Marriage"

Lady Catlyn chuckled "Of course, show me a woman who is not. But it is the way of the world. Fathers arrange for their daughters to be married to respectable young men. It is what happens and you get to spend time with your future husband. I met your father on our wedding day."

Lyanna frowned. "You married before you fell in love?"

"Yes, I saw the way you were looking at Arthur today in the courtyard." Said Lady Catlyn moving her hands across the top of the table searching for jewels. "I also saw how he looked at you. I feel you will be very happy together."

Lyanna seemed happy but once she let her mind wonder sad thoughts began to hit her.

"Mother? Will you miss me?" she asked tears forming in the corners of her glistening eyes.

Catlyn embraced her daughter. "Of course, but a day comes where every mother has to say goodbye. You my child will always be a Stark of Winterfell, the same as I will always be a Tully of Riverrun. The past stays in your heart forever. But this is your chapter of the story and I wish you all the happiness I can bestow upon you Lyanna you will be a Pendragon of Camelot, but you will never forget that winter is coming."

Lyanna clung to her mother tears freely running down her face.

She desperately wanted to stay but she also wanted to return home.

She knew that she would have to stay; the full impact of what she was leaving behind had only just full hit her while she sat here with Lady Catlyn feeling truly like a small child once again.

"One day Lyanna you will have many children of your own, and you will have this conversation with your own daughter and you will remember my words. I promise you that you will be happy. Your heart is so full of love and joy that it will fill the hearts of those around you."

Suddenly Arya burst through the door, the hem of her dress caked in mud and her hair windswept and full of knots.

"Arya Stark!" Catlyn snapped at the girl wearing the sheepish grin.

Lyanna expressed her thanks and escaped without a sound.

She was heading back to her room but found Merlin half pressed against her door as if trying to listen through to wood.

She coughed to make him aware of her presence.

He flustered and stumbled.

"Arthur told me that he often finds you in odd places." She raised her eyebrows "Please, explain"

"Errrrrrm well you see, Rats."

"Rats?" she questioned

"Yes big ones! I saw them running in this direction and thought one may have gone in your room so I thought I'd listen for a moment before bursting in to check that you were okay."

Lyanna smirked "Well I'm perfectly fine thank you. And with an excuse like that Merlin you can keep the truth to yourself." She left him in the doorway.

She still could not figure Merlin out.

At time he saw him watching her and Arthur with a warm smile but other times she felt his eyes on her with the upmost suspicion.

She shook it off she just guessed that the boy had trust issues in the short time she had been in Camelot she had noticed that Merlin was very protective of Arthur.

And the only person who would become closer to the King than his personal manservant would be the Queen.

She could only guess that Merlin was figuring her out in his own way, even if it was a little bit weird.

A while later when Lyanna was finally ready she heard a knock at the door she guessed it was Arthur come to collect her, to walk her to the feast as was to be expected.

"Come in." She called.

Her suspicions were confirmed when the king travelled through the door and over to where she was stood.

"You look beautiful." He commented taking her hand and placing a light kiss on the back of it.

"Stop with the formalities Arthur we know that is not where you want to kiss" she laughed pulling her hand away.

She stepped forward and placed her Arms around his neck.

"Your right Lyanna, I don't think I have not seen you wrong yet." He smiled placed a kiss down onto Lyanna's lips which she easily responded to.

"How did this happen" he continued.

"What happen?" she asked.

"You, us, this. I can't get you out of my head; you're in my thoughts constantly. You are unlike any woman I have ever met. You are kind and loving yet so strong. You challenge me in a way that not even men would dare. I like you Lyanna I really do, I'm happy that I get to spend the rest of my life with you." He smiled down into her bright eyes.

"I have never felt like this before. I see the way you care for your people. You are the King they deserve you treat everyone equally. Sir Percival told me that he was once a commoner. I see qualities in you that seem too good to be true Arthur. I truly have examined the workings of my heart and I have to admit that I do not love you now, but that does not mean I ever won't. I have the rest of my life to share with you. I think we should continue as we are going, growing closer together with each passing day and one day I feel that I will full give you my heart and I will hold yours."

He pulled her into her chest and held her there. "You understand exactly how I feel. My heart was broken once but I too believe that it will fix with your help, and one day will be yours to posses."

She pulled away slightly and kissed him again before pulling him out of the room. "Come sire we have a feast to attend and I think the people of Camelot would notice if there King was not in attendance and my Father would not be best pleased if he noticed my absence with yours."

He chuckled and ran up behind her lightening the mood, swept her off her feet and lifted her up into his arms and began running.

"Arthur! Put me down!" She giggled while tightly holding onto his shoulders.

"I'm sorry?" he asked while still running "I believe that it was you who didn't want to be late."

He ran all the way to the top of the staircase just above the main hall entrance. He placed her down.

She fixed her skirts and hit him playfully on the arm. "Hey, what was that for?" he asked innocently.

She raised an eyebrow trying to act seriously but they both burst in fits of giggles like naughty children.

They composed themselves. Lyanna linked her arm into Arthur's chain mailed arm.

The door was opened before them as they descended the stairs.

Together they entered the feast.

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