Chapter eleven
Lyanna
The night was dark and a little cold as they all sat together in the forest. The men who fought for their cause were discussing which King they should support now.
Lyanna did not care for any of those Kings. She just wanted to return home, to Winterfell, and never think of Kings Landing and the Lannisters again.
Theon reminded her that the only problem was, was that her sisters were still there. If she wanted her family, they should take them out of Kings Landing. That's why it was important to stay with them and support Robb and Theon where ever she could.
She sat next to Theon as she rested her head on his shoulder. She felt how his arm embraced her as she smiled to herself.
Lyanna hadn't smiled since long, as she still mourned her father, but Theon helped her where he could. He gave her the time and didn't push her into anything, except for the lovemaking, but he was gentle to her. Lyanna did not mind. She knew that it was her job to give him a child as soon as possible.
Her mother looked at her and Theon suspiciously as Lyanna rolled her eyes to her and looked the other way.
The wind moved through the forest, making Lyanna shiver. Lyanna leaned into Theon a little more as she tried to listen to what the men in the camp had to say.
"The proper cause is clear: pledge fealty to King Renly and move south to join our forces with his." Lord Bracken said as he moved while he talked.
Lyanna had heard that Lord Renly was a gentle man, but from what she had understood, her father did not want him to become a king. King Stannis was the rightful heir. If Robb needed to choose, she wanted him to choose him.
Her brother thought the same as well: "Renly is not the King." He stated.
Lord Bracken faced him and walked over to him, confused. "You cannot mean to hold to Joffrey, my Lord," he said in disbelief. "He put your father to death."
Robb shrugged. "That doesn't make Renly King. He's Robert's youngest brother. If Bran cannot be Lord of Winterfell before me, Renly cannot be King before Stannis."
Lyanna looked around to see how the people reacted. Most nodded as to what her brother said. She could feel her heart beating a little harder in her chest again. The tension was getting higher and higher: she could feel it.
"Do you mean to declare us with Stannis?" Lord Bracken asked him.
"Renly is not right!" A man shouted, but she could not see to whom the voice belonged to.
"My Lords!" The Greatjon said as he stood up. "And Ladies." He added as he winked at Lyanna, "Here's what I say to these two Kings!"
He walked over to the middle of the crowd as he looked at everyone paying attention. Greatjon Umber took a big sip of his ale as he spat it out to the ground.
Lyanna started to chuckle. She did not know if she liked Lord Umber, but she did agreed with him on this one. Other men started to laugh and cheer as well. Lyanna could see that Lord Umber had had enough to drink this evening.
"Renly Baratheon is NOTHING to me," he continued, as he took his opportunity, "nor Stannis neither! Why should they rule over me and mine, while they sit on some flowery seat in the South? What do they know of the Wall, or of the Wolfswood? Even their Gods are wrong!"
Lyanna started to chuckle again. She could feel the tension taking off, as all of the people in the forest started to burst out in laughter, but she still had some strange feeling that something was about to happen.
"Why shouldn't we rule ourselves again?" Umber continued once more, "It was the dragons we bowed to, and now the dragons are dead!" He ended as he took the sword from his shaft.
He pointed his sword to Robb as he looked at the men in the forest.
"There sits the only King I mean to bend my knee to!" He shouted as he talked of Robb.
He turned to Robb as he shouted: "The King in the North!" As he bowed to Robb and gave him his sword.
Lyanna opened her mouth in shock as she looked at Robb to see what he would do. Would her brother accept this new, given title? Or would he refuse? Robb did not want to rule, right? He wanted to go back home, like Lyanna, wouldn't he?
Robb, however, stood up and looked at Umber. Lord Karstark now stood up as well, as he walked over to Umber.
"I'll have peace on those terms. They can keep their red castle, and their iron chair too." He draws his sword and kneels next to Lord Umber as well. "The King in the North!"
Lyanna had absolutely no idea what was going on. What happened? Was her brother going to be a King from now on?
She felt how Theon moved beside her. She tried to hold him back, but he was too strong. He walked over to Robb as he looked him in the eye.
"Am I your brother, now and always?" He asked him.
"Now and always, Theon." Robb nodded.
Lyanna couldn't believe what she was seeing as Theon, her husband, also drew his sword and kneeled in front of her brother.
"My sword is yours, in victory and defeat, from this day, until my last day." He spoke calmly.
"The King in the North!" Lord Umber shouted as more men shouted along with him.
She saw how Rodrik and his father, Lord Manderly, Lord Bolton and Lady Mormont also drew their swords for her brother.
Lyanna tried to catch her mother's eye, which wasn't hard. Her mother looked worried as well, but looked at her calmly. Her mother nodded and Lyanna nodded back. As long as they had each other.
…
The gathering of people turned into a big feast in the forest. The men were all entertained as they shared good stories as they drank their ale.
Lyanna, however, yawned. She hadn't slept well in the past few weeks, and her body was starting to get tired.
She saw that Theon noticed, as he quit the conversation he had with Lord Karstark and walked over to Lyanna.
"Shall I escort you back to our tent, Your Grace?" He said teasingly.
"Oh stop calling me that!" She said a little irritated, but she accepted his hand as he walked her over to their tent.
For the first time in weeks, she felt that it would all be alright again.
….
Robb
He sighed as he looked to the map in front of him. The map was filled with wooden figurines shaped like lions, fish, direwolves and towers, as they thought of a plan to set Riverrun free from the Lannister's grip and make progress on their way South.
He took a sip of his ale as he tried to listen to what the men in the tent had to say. They were all characters with enormous ego's and now with his mother's Uncle joining them, the men were even more eager to show each other how brilliant they were.
Robb was happy, however, with the legendary Blackfish by his side, but he had only hoped that the Blackfish could be a little less… stubborn.
"We should attack the bloody halfwit from the north by full force!" Lord Karstark demanded, as some of the other men cheered.
"You yourself are a bloody halfwit if you think that that is our best option." The Blackfish said as he raised his eyebrow at Lord Karstark.
Robb sighed: how could he rule over the North and the Riverlands as a King, if the lords that fought for him were only arguing?
He looked at Theon, who was sitting next to him, and Theon looked like he thought the same thing.
Robb thought for a moment to as how he could handle the situation:
The Kingslayer has besieged Riverrun and captured his Uncle Edmure Tully. Tywin Lannister had closed the Kingsroad to the east. It was Robb's job to not let them join forces, because the Lannisters held Riverrun.
Robb reached for the direwolf on the map as he shifted it to the west of the lion in the middle. He put the two towers of the Freys with him, as he set the white sun of Karstark and the fish of Tully on the north of the lion. He had gotten the attention of several people now, as the bickering of the Lords had been put down to a halt.
He tried to think for a moment, but his thoughts were interrupted by some of his men entering the tent, holding what seemed like a Lannister-scout.
Theon, quick as ever, swiped all of the figurines off the table, so that the scout couldn't see anything.
Robb looked up at the boy, who could've been of the same age as his sister Sansa. The boy could be a Lannister himself, since he had blond hair and green eyes. Robb could see that the young boy was afraid, as he saw that he had wet himself.
Theon and some of the men laughed, but Robb silenced them with one look. He felt pity for the boy.
"What did you see?" Robb asked the boy calmly.
"O-only t-twenty th-thousand m-men, my Lord," the young boy said.
Robb thought for a moment. What should he tell this boy? That he was wrong, and that there were more to scare the Lannisters? There wasn't much to scare: the Lannisters outnumbered them and Lord Tywin and the Kingslayer were more experienced in battle. So how could he scare them? That's right… by letting them fall into a trap….
Robb smirked as he looked at the boy: "You're completely right, boy. Tell your Lord Tywin Lannister that my twenty thousand men will march South on him, to see if he can truly shit gold."
His bannermen looked up, confused, but remained silent. The boy nodded at Robb, as he looked so scared that Robb knew that he was going to do what he was told to. Robb told the men who took the boy to leave and set him free.
"Do you think that was wise to tell him, Your Grace?" Lord Bolton said as he raised an eyebrow, "The Lannisters still don't know of your pact with the Freys. With this information, they might get suspicious."
Robb nodded, confirming what Lord Bolton just said. "Ser Brynden? Are you still shooting down all the ravens the Lannisters try to send?"
Ser Brynden nodded, as Robb continued. "Good. Continue to do so."
He put the figurines back on the table, as he continued there where he had left off.
"We will lure the Kingsslayer out of Riverrun, where he is going to meet the Tully's and the Karstarks in the open field. The Starks and the Freys will wait in the forest on the west here," he said as he pointed to the forest, "and attack from there. From the east," he said as he pointed to the other direction of the forest, "the Mallisters, Mormonts and Umbers will attack."
"And what about Tywin Lannister, your Grace?" Lord Umber said, as Robb could see that the men were impressed.
Robb pointed to the map where the Green Fork was located. "Let Lord Tywin think that twenty thousand men will come to him. The rest will take care of the Kingslayer at the Whispering Wood…"
"…. And let Tywin Lannister believe that he had won the battle. It's risky, but I like it." Ser Brynden Tully said as he gave Robb an approved nod. "Who will march out to the Green Fork?" He asked him.
Robb looked over to Lord Bolton, the man of who he thought would have the guts to do it. Lord Bolton nodded, as Robb put the flayed man on a cross to the Green Fork, along with the white merman of House Manderly.
The men all waited as they thought for a moment. Robb did feel bad, as he knew that he would send a lot of men into an early death, but he did what he had to do to win this war.
The men in the tent did not protest, as they all agreed with this war plan. They all left the tent after Robb told them to, as he held Theon by his arm as he wanted to walk away.
"You know I need you with the archers." Robb told him.
Theon looked suspiciously. "I know, what of it?"
Robb sighed. Lyanna would not be too happy about it. They didn't have huge battles yet and Robb knew there was a big chance that he, Theon, or someone else could get killed.
"Tell Lyanna to stay with mother in your tent. Demand her, if needed be, by her husband and King. Winter will guard them."
He saw that Theon agreed with him. "And what about Grey Wind? Can't he defend them as well?"
Robb shook his head. "I need him in battle. Winter can handle two men at the time by now and leave one bow with some arrows for Lyanna. She knows how to use it, right?"
Theon nodded. "She does, but it has been a long time since we practiced."
Robb sighed. "Then I hope she still remembers how to use it."
…..
Theon
"I will NOT sit here, waiting as I sit on my ass, and do nothing while you two are fighting!" Lyanna shouted to him as her cheeks turned red.
Theon groaned as he turned away from her. He could feel that he was getting angry. Lyanna could truly be a pain in the arse. She needed to know her place as his wife now, which was not on the battlefield.
"You've taught me how to use a bow. I can kill some men!" She started again.
Theon knew better than to react to it. Lyanna would only continue to argue with him if he would react to what she said, but he had to admit to himself that it was hard to ignore her now. Yes, she could use a bow, but they both knew what happened last time she needed to use it to someone.
He still kept his mouth shut as he could hear Lyanna grind her teeth behind him. He smirked, as he knew that he was winning this argument.
Lyanna made some noises he could not place from behind him, as he wondered what she was doing. He turned around as he could see that she was changing herself into his clothes, as she took the bow and arrows from him as well.
"Looking good, love. What are you doing?" He asked her, a little teasingly.
"I am going to practice," she said, as she looked cocky at him, "as I am going to battle as well."
She put the bow and arrows on her back, as she wanted to leave their tent.
Theon swore softly, as he set his ale down on the table, as he followed her quickly to stop her. "No you're not." He said as he grabbed her by the arm.
"Yes, I AM!" She hissed, as she tried to get away from his grip.
Theon, however, was stronger than she was, as he pulled her close to him.
He simply looked into her blue eyes, which were in pain, because of the loss of her father, and angry, because Theon would not let her fight for her family.
She tried to resist as she tried to pull her arm away and look away from him, but he didn't let her. He made her look at him as he held her head in one of his hands firmly.
Lyanna stopped resisting as she looked at him as he saw that tears filled her eyes.
He knew this was bothering her. He knew her so well. He had waited for this moment to let her show him her true emotions and stopped hiding from those. He was her husband and he loved her. She could be whoever she was with him.
He dried the tears from her left eye with the thumb of his hand he was holding her face with. Her cheek felt soft and warm, as it was red of her anger. He trailed his hand down to her collarbone as he gently stroke it.
Lyanna crawled into Theon's embrace. He stroked her hair out of her face as he let her cry in his arms. He could feel her tense muscles relax after some time, as he held her face up to look at the soft features of it.
They had been married for quite some weeks now, but Lyanna had changed since then. Her face was more feminine as it had lost the chubbiness of her youth and she looked more adult now.
'She's growing more beautiful by the day,' Theon thought as he silently thanked the Gods for giving him such a woman.
He kissed her on her mouth, which she answered almost immediately. He tried to tell her with his kiss that he would protect her from any harm and that it would all be alright, that there was no need to worry anymore.
The kiss got more intense as he felt that Lyanna tried to take over the control once more. There were times that he could appreciate it, but not now. He was going to fight: he needed her to lose his stress. He wanted to fuck and ride her like it was the last thing that he was going to do on this damned earth.
As they wrestled their way to their bed, Theon changed his game plan: there was no bed needed for what he was going to do with her. He pushed her towards her dressing table as he seated her bottom on top of it. He pushed his hard member to her thigh as he bit her lip, telling her that this time he was in control again.
He took off the white cotton shirt she wore that was his, as he licked his lips when he saw her breasts freed. He didn't know if it was just him, but her tits looked more firm.
Her nipples were already stiff of the cold breeze that filled their tent once in a while. The flames of the candles danced with the wind as some of them were blown out by it. The darkness contoured Lyanna's strong features, Theon saw, and he liked the sight of it.
He grabbed her face in both of his hands again as he kissed her roughly. He could hear Lyanna moan silently as he trailed his hands down to her shoulders and back as he grabbed her bottom and squeezed in it.
He took her off the table and let her undo him from his shirt as he took off the pants that she was wearing.
He placed her on the table once more as he rode his member to her bare thigh. He moaned her name into her ear as he let one of his fingers slit down her womanhood.
Gods, she was wet.
He rubbed her sensitive part roughly as he was still riding against her. He took one of her firm breasts in his mouth as he licked and bit the nipple of it. He could feel how Lyanna rode along with his movements, which made him even more hard.
He made her sit on her knees as he opened the bottoms of his pants. He waited until Lyanna took out his member as he closed his eyes and waited for what would happen next.
"Oooh fuck." He whispered, as he felt how her warm mouth went over his hard penis.
He took Lyanna's head with both his hands as he fucked her in her mouth.
It felt amazingly powerful that he was doing this to the twin-sister of the King in the North and the Riverlands. She was his, and he would let her feel that.
He turned her around as he let her rest her hands on the dressing table. The sight was perfect, as he saw their reflection in the mirror of it.
Theon spread her legs as he felt if she was still wet. When he felt that she was, he let his cock slide into her cunt slowly.
They both moaned each other's names, as Theon speeded up his rhythm. He could hear how his hips slammed against her round bottom. He squeezed it as he watched his own reflection in the mirror. He slammed his hand on her bottom as Lyanna moaned. Theon enjoyed it so much, that he did it once more. He could see how the print of his hand stayed on her now red bottom.
He felt as the strongest man on earth as he fucked Lyanna harder and harder. Lyanna moaned hard as he could see that she was in some pain.
Theon took his dick out of her as he turned her around and let her sit on the table. He spread her legs again as he continued where he left off. The table creaked of their movements as he pulled one of her legs over his shoulder.
Lyanna started to enjoy his rough movements now, as he knew that he was stimulating her sensitive spot now as well.
He looked down as he could see how his member entered and left her as it was wet from her juices. He could feel how his climax was getting closer as he took her breast in his mouth again as he squeezed the other.
His seed filled her inner walls as he moaned loudly. The climax was intense, as he panted on her breasts. His sweat dripped down on her round breasts as he could hear Lyanna giggle.
Theon started to smirk. "What?" He asked her.
"You're a selfish bastard, Theon Greyjoy," Lyanna said lovingly as she trailed her soft fingers from his forehead to his lips, "Promise me, you won't die tomorrow."
Theon couldn't do anything, but kiss those red lips of hers. "I promise."
Lyanna smiled widely towards him, that he promised himself that he would take her again like this when he would enter the tent again tomorrow.
…
Lyanna
She, her mother and Winter waited in the tent of her and Theon, as Theon, Robb, Rodrik and the others had left this morning to fight the Lannisters in battle for the first time.
Robb had told Lyanna and their mother about the plan and Lyanna could see that he had some troubles with it, as he knew that two thousand men would give their lives for their cause. They had to mislead the Lannisters, however, as the Lannisters thought that the Starks would never trick them into anything.
"Lyanna, stop please." Her mother said to her as she continued to make the dream-catcher she was working on.
Lyanna, who stopped pacing up and down in the tent, smiled as she watched her mother working. She remembered how her mother wanted to teach Lyanna how to make one of herself, but Lyanna never really bothered. Lyanna was always too busy drawing pictures of her family and Winterfell.
"Who are you making that one for?" She said as she nodded to the dream-catcher.
"The boys. We all might need one at this time," Her mother sighed as she looked in front of her, "I hope they will survive."
Lyanna knew that she was talking of Robb and the others, but was unsure if she was talking about Theon as well. She would not ask about it, as she was too scared for the answer.
"They will, mother. They've got great Northern warriors and your Uncle with them." She tried to comfort her mother.
Catelyn sighed once more. "Yes, you're right. We need to have hope, or all is lost." She said as she continued her work again.
Off course, Lyanna was worried as well. She too was afraid that she might not see back one of the men she loved. The loss of her father was still fresh, and she and Theon weren't married for that long…. Would the Old Gods grant them some happiness again?
She thought about last night, and how Theon claimed her. She had changed over the months that they were married. She was less insecure about herself and she thought that had something to do with the way Theon treated her. Theon didn't want her to act like a perfect Lady, he wanted her to act like Lyanna Greyjoy of House Stark.
She had also learned how to please her husband sooner than expected. Of course, Theon was willing to teach her everything, but she also knew that if she gave him what she wanted, he would be happy and content. Lyanna wondered when would be the next time that they just didn't have to do it in a tent, but a warm, soft bed with a bath afterwards. War wasn't as exciting for her, as she needed to wait in her tent most of the time.
She chuckled to herself as she looked at her mother: if her mother only knew what happened at the dressing table last night she was sitting next to…
Lyanna stood up as she tried to think of other things. She walked over the table where Theon had let a cook prepare a rabbit for them, which he shot himself. She took a bite from the flesh as she gestured to her mother if she wanted some as well.
"No thank you," her mother said, "maybe Winter wants some." She ended as she nodded to the direwolf.
Winter raised her head when she heard her name, as she was sleeping on the floor. Lyanna threw a leg to Winter, whom ate it happily.
She could tell that her mother was happy with Winter around, as she still knew that Summer had saved her and Bran from the man that tried to kill them both.
Lyanna, still hungry, went for an apple next, as her mother smiled as she looked up from her work, and shook her head later.
"What?" Lyanna asked her.
Catelyn rested her hands on her lap as she looked up to her. She smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Were you planning on telling me that you are with child?"
Lyanna felt her body froze as her face turned red. Her eyes widened as she opened her mouth to speak, but seemed unable to.
There wasn't much time to react to her mother, as they could hear Winter get on her feet and howl and bark towards them. Lyanna knew her well enough by now that it meant that there was danger near them and that they needed to prepare themselves.
"Mother, get behind me!" Lyanna said as she walked over to the bow and arrows Theon had sharpened this morning and left for her.
She saw the shock in her mother's face as she got up, took her dress in both hands and walked over to Lyanna. Winter growled towards the entering of the tent, as they heard some men voices approaching.
"Winter, ssssh! They'll hear us!" Lyanna whispered to the wolf as she and her mother stooped behind her.
The wolf stopped growling as she and Lyanna prepared themselves to attack. They could hear the whispers of at least three men, who were getting closer by the second.
"You heard Ser Jaime! Take the girl, kill the wolf and leave!" One said.
"Just take her? To him or for myself?" Another voice joked as Lyanna could feel her mother move reluctantly behind her.
"Take her to Ser Jaime and leave the wolf bitch alone, you understand?" The first voice said again, "She's probably waiting in the biggest tent she shares with the Greyjoy-boy."
The footsteps were getting closer and closer as Lyanna could feel how hard her heart was beating inside her chest. She felt a little nauseous, as she swallowed some bitterness down, as she nocked and drew the first arrow on her bow.
She pointed her bow low, as she wanted to hit the men in the leg first, as they would have trouble walking over and hurt them. Theon had taught her that a man could not do her harm if she took away his ability to walk or see, as she needed to be quick to aim for the men's eyes next.
She heard how the men waited at her tent, as she thought that they were discussing which one should go in first. When one of the men entered, she reacted immediately, as she loosed one of the arrows in the thigh of the first Lannister soldier.
The Lannister soldier screamed as he took his leg in his arm as Lyanna quickly drew another arrow and pointed it in the direction of the man's eyes.
The second soldier entered, as he raised his sword into the air. Lyanna loosed the arrow as it came into the first soldier's left eye, as Winter went for the second soldier.
Lyanna saw from out of the corner of her eye that Winter ripped off the man's arm he was carrying his sword with. Blood splashed through the tent from the wound as Winter went for the man's neck.
She waited for the third man to show up as she was ready to shoot another arrow again. Winter had finished the first and the second Lannister soldier now, as their bodies lay lifeless on the floor in a puddle of blood.
Her mother gasped for breath as Lyanna turned around: another Lannister soldier took a blade to her throat as he raised his finger to Lyanna not to shoot.
"Shoot, m'lady, and your mother dies." The man spoke with a hoarse voice.
Lyanna thought, as she still had her arrow ready for him. How much time would it take for the arrow to reach the man's neck? Did the man still have time to slit her mother's throat?
Surprise took her as she felt that someone moved from behind her as well. She could feel how she was being kicked in the back, as she fell over to the floor and lost the bow and arrow.
Lyanna cried out in pain as she held her back. She thought of what her mother had just said to her before the men entered her tent, as she felt a new energy filling her body again.
Winter growled loudly as she went for Lyanna's attacker. The attacker screamed as Lyanna could hear that Winter went for his neck as well.
Lyanna moved quickly to her bow as she took an arrow and shot her mother's captor through the side of his head. The man collapsed immediately behind her mother to the ground.
Winter and Lyanna waited to hear if there were other men still coming for them, as Lyanna kept her fingertips on a new arrow, ready to nock again.
When they were almost sure that there was nothing left to be afraid of, they could hear more men approaching. They were cheering and yelling, as Catelyn and Lyanna looked terrified at each other: was it the Lannister's army or Robb's?
Winter howled loudly as they could hear her brother react to it in the far distance. Catelyn and Lyanna made a sigh of relief as another thought went through Lyanna's mind: did they survive?
The women and the wolf ran out of the tent as soon as they could as they could see the Stark-banners approaching. Lyanna smiled widely as she could see Robb, Rodrik and Grey Wind in front of the troops.
Her heart skipped a beat when she could not see Theon. Where was he? Her hands immediately went to her belly as she stood on her toes to look if he was somewhere behind them. When she could not see him there, too, Lyanna choked up as her mother took her hand and gave her a concerned look.
"Where the hell are you, Theon Greyjoy?" She whispered worriedly as she feared the worst.
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A/N: Another chapter! I really love writing this story as things started to roll now.
I'm really curious of who you see when you think of Lyanna? What actress could play her in the tv-show?
Please let me know what you think of this chapter and I will see you in the next one!
Thanks and welcome to my new f&f's!