Ladies and gentlemen, I give you oneshot number 2. Enjoy!

The Union of Ice and Fire: Lyarra is unable to enjoy herself at her wedding reception, so she steps out for some fresh air. Her new husband follows.

Lyarra never expected a grand wedding, or a grand reception. Personally, she wanted a modest wedding with only her family and friends attending to wish her good fortune and a fruitful marriage. But here in the South, in the heart of King's Landing, there were more strangers than there were friends and family. The Southern houses are only here out of courtesy, not out of the kindness of their hearts. She can still feel some noble ladies glaring at her as she sat at the table with her new husband, her new king, Daeron Targaryen.

That's right, Daeron Targaryen, son of Aerys III, 'Mad King' as he was feared. Prince of Exile, Breaker of Chains, Unburnt, Khal of the Dothraki, and Father of Dragons. Everyone believed him dead in his mother's womb, but they were wrong.

Daeron invaded King's Landing with his Unsullied soldiers, Dothraki, the Golden Company, and his three dragons around the time the Lannisters imprisoned the members of House Stark for "treason." House Lannister and Baratheon were brought to knee very quickly when the dragons were present. Queen Regent, Cersei Lannister, her brother, Jaimie Lannister, and their inbred bastard son, Joffrey Baratheon, were now in chains in the cells of the Red Keep for their deception. The Boy King, cowardly little shit he is, pissed himself when the dragons roared in his face. No joke. Now he sits in his own puddle in the black cells. All three awaited trial, which will take place a week after the wedding.

With Daeron taking back his throne, he freed Eddard Stark and his daughters, Sansa and Arya. It was in the Small Council chamber where Daeron told him about his knowledge about Eddard's so-called bastard, Lyarra, the information provided by the Master of Whispers, Lord Varys, the Spider. With reluctance, Eddard admitted the truth about his sister and Daeron's brother's tragic love. Daeron knew that there will still be war if knowledge about Rhaegar's daughter became public, so he offered the Stark Lord a deal that would settle any dispute with no bloodshed on either side. He will marry Lyarra Stark and combine their claims to unify the North and South. With no other option available, Ned Stark agreed and sent a raven scroll to his wife, Catelyn Stark, for her to reveal the truth to their adopted daughter.

Lyarra, after much agony over the revelation of her origins, agreed to the betrothal and set out for King's Landing with her mother and brother. There she happily reunited with her father and sisters. She never met or saw Daeron until the day of their wedding, which was to commence the moment she entered the Capital, so she hardly got the chance to get to know her betrothed.

They married in the Godswood upon Ned Stark's request since she was raised under the faith of the Old Gods, something she was most thankful for. She remembered the march from the Keep chamber to the Godswood with her mother and father by her sides and her brother sisters behind her, along with Ser Barristan and the Kingsguard to escort them. Her face hidden behind a veil, no one saw her face that held nothing but a cold indifference. The Southern lords and ladies stood on either side of the aisle before the weirwood tree and the Dragon King. She remembered the stares she felt from everyone, no one ever saw her face when she entered the Capital, and the King forbade anyone aside from her Northern brethren to interact with her until the marriage was officiated and consummated.

No one in the Stark family smiled when they escorted their beloved daughter to Daeron. To everyone who saw them, they resembled a family mourning the loss of one of their own instead of celebrating the happy occasion. When they stopped before the Dragon King, Catelyn gently and lovingly removed Lyarra's veil, revealing her face to the Southerners for the first time. Her head was bowed and her eyes were closed, she barely heard the gasps from the audience as she raised her head to meet the intense gaze of her soon-to-be-husband. The moment they locked eyes, she knew her life will forever change.

Lyarra watched her new husband from the corner of her eye as he remained mostly silent during the reception, only speaking to greet well wishers who came up to their table. When they turn to greet her, she would give them a soft smile and acknowledge them. Though personally, she'd rather be anywhere than here.

She glanced at where the Northerners gathered and were laughing boisterously. Her eyes drifted to where Robb danced with Sansa and then with Arya, her father and mother sat at the reception table with the bride and groom due to the Stark Lord's leg. She smiled sadly as she watched them. In the end, no matter how unhappy she will be as queen or in her marriage, them being free of the South and its schemes will all be worth it. Fore she loved them too much to see them dragged into another Dance of the Dragons.

"Sister?" She was dragged out of her melancholy thoughts by Robb who came to their table with his ever gentle smile. "May I have a dance with Her Grace?" he bowed to his sister and sovereign.

Lyarra glanced at Daeron who smiled at his new good-brother/cousin. "Don't let me stop you." he said in voice that flowed with silver.

Lyarra smiled to her brother then stood up to go dance with him. Everyone watched their new queen move around the dance floor with grace as she danced with her brother. No one could believe that Prince Rhaegar left behind his last surviving daughter in the hands of Eddard Stark, a man of honor who lied to all seven kingdoms to protect his sister's legacy. The noble ladies stared enviously at her beauty and for catching the king's attention while the men watched her with desire, wishing so badly to have her as their wife instead of Daeron's. Lucky fucker.

"You don't seem to be enjoying yourself sister." Robb stated as he danced with her.

"Is that why you invited me to dance with you?" Lyarra asked as he twirled her around.

"I figured you needed some rescuing from that husband of yours." Robb answered truthfully. He never liked the Dragon King. While he was grateful to him for saving his father and sisters, he was not happy at the idea of his beloved sister being forced to marry like this, even if it is for peace.

"This marriage is for peace and unity. I have to get used to him. " Lyarra said as she glanced at Daeron who was speaking to exiled knight, Ser Jorah of House Mormont.

"This union is also a slap to the Southern daughters who were passed over in favor of you." Robb said as he smiled at the ladies who giggled at the handsome heir.

"I've only been here for five days, and I hardly met anyone here thanks to the king's orders. Already my life is being taken over." Lyarra said, disgruntled at the idea of being ordered around by her own husband.

"I don't think that was his intention." Robb began as he eyed the Southerners through his dance with Lyarra. "There were rumors about House Tyrell offering their daughter, Lady Margaery, to Daeron as his wife. But he refused obviously, and then you came to the Capital. I don't think he trusts any Southern nobles alone with you." He caught sight of Lady Margaery who watched them, and he had to admit, the woman was gorgeous.

"Is that so?" Lyarra sighed, "It's not my fault I was born Rhaegar's daughter."

"No one's blaming you."

"The Southern Houses are."

"Okay, them."

When the song ended, they bowed to each other. Lyarra looked up at the table but saw no Daeron present. She felt stifled in the great hall with so many people present. "I'm gonna step outside for a bit."

"I'll come with you." Robb tried to follow, but she held her hand up. "No, you stay here and enjoy yourself. I'll be fine, I promise." she gave him a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Robb, though uncertain, chose not to push her for fear of overwhelming his sister. "Very well."

Lyarra nodded as she walked away from him toward where the courtyard was located. Robb watched her go with sadness in his blue eyes, he knew she never wanted this, but is still willing to stomach it all for the North. He had no doubt that she would be the best queen since Alysanne. He turned around and caught Margaery Tyrell stare at him with interest.

Lyarra breathed a sigh of relief when the cool fresh air hit her skin. She sat down on a nearby stone bench and gazed up at the full moon. The celebration in the great hall was nothing more than mumbles to her ear, and that's how she liked it. She closed her eyes as she took in the peacefulness in the empty garden.

"Not enjoying your own party?"

Lyarra turned to see Daeron watching her from the entrance, his silver hair glowed in the moonlight and illuminated his face. She read stories about Valyrians and their unnatural beauty and thought they were mere exaggerations. But those stories pale in the face of reality. He was truly the most handsome man she ever seen.

Lyarra stood up, remembering her manners when addressing a royal. "Forgive me Your Grace, I did not hear you arrive."

Daeron approached her, "That's quite alright. Mind if I sit beside you?"

"Of course not." Lyarra bowed her head as she sat back down with Daeron sitting just a foot from her to give her space.

"Do you not like your party?" Daeron asked again as he watched his wife gaze back at him.

Lyarra looked at the ground, "It's not that. I just never enjoyed the attention all that well."

"That's not all, is there?" Daeron enquired, watching her with his violet eyes. "You can tell me what's bothering you."

Lyarra glanced at him to see a comforting smile on his face. It looked nice on him, and she couldn't help but watch his lips as she recalled how he kissed her at the end of their wedding vows. It was sweet, comforting, reassuring, yet felt possessive, as though he was telling the North and the South that she now belongs to him and no one else. When he pulled away he was smiling in what appeared to be victory, as though he conquered another kingdom.

Lyarra swallowed and sighed through her nose. She looked up at the full moon and began to speak, "I always knew I would get married someday. I'm at that age after all. But I fully expected to marry a third or fifth son of my father's vassals."

"Those are very low expectations for yourself." Daeron couldn't help but comment.

Lyarra's lips pulled into sad smile, "I'm a base-born bastard. Legitimized, yes. But a bastard nonetheless. I set my standards low and never hope for anything above my station, and that's okay for me." She sighed, "It's all supposed to be simple, marry into a loyal minor House father picks out, have their children, raise them into good people, grow old, then die with satisfaction."

"Is that all?" Daeron asked, curious about his new wife and how she planned out her own simple life. "What about love? Did you hope for that?"

Lyarra smiled softly, "I always intended to get along with my husband. Even if we don't fall in love, I'm more than happy to fall back on friendship that can last forever. Marriage between Houses is mainly for alliances, just a business deal so to speak. We don't get the luxury of marrying for love."

"Your uncle and his wife are quite in love." Daeron stated, remembering the loving gazes the couple gave to each other in public and in private.

Lyarra smiled fondly, "Mother was originally betrothed to Uncle Brandon. When he died, father took his place as heir to Winterfell and husband to Catelyn Tully. They hardly knew each other, but they built their love slowly over the years, stone by stone, for their children, and for the North. I consider them the ideal couple, and I do hope to experience what they created together."

Daeron gave her a soft sympathetic smile, "You just never thought you would have to do it with a king."

Lyarra nodded as her smile fell a little. "It's not just that. It's everything, my identity, my origins, Rhaegar, Lyanna...who am I really supposed to be? Am I the Princess Lyaerys of House Targaryen, or Lyarra the legitimized bastard daughter of Eddard Stark?" She fiddled with her fingers, "I accepted this union to bring peace and stability, I just never realized how affected my identity would be."

Daeron's warm hand enveloped hers, causing her to gasp at the temperature radiating off his skin. She looked up and was surprised to see the king's apologetic gaze. "I'm sorry." He whispered, his voice dripped with pity and sorrow.

"What?" Lyarra asked, confused by his sudden apology.

Daeron was guilt stricken. "Lord Stark warned me how this might affect you personally. I just never took into took into consideration how much. You just found out about your biological parents, and you still have yet to accept it. Worst of all, I forced you to come here with little to no preparation of what's to come with this marriage and the great responsibilities that come with being queen." He berated himself, "I apologize for not going about this the right way."

Lyarra breathed out a small laugh, "Was there ever a right way to avoid war and blood shed? If it's not you, it would've been someone far worse who'd use my blood rights and my children to put their House at the top." She theorized the worst possible scenario that came when her identity was revealed.

"You and I are the last Targaryens, had you been born a man, you'd have a greater claim to the Iron Throne. But you despise the throne." Daeron chuckled when he remembered the message she gave him, "'Why the fuck would I fight you over an ugly chair?'"

Lyarra failed to stop the laugh from bursting forth. "That was out of line. I must apologize." She said as her body shook with laughter. When she sent that scroll telling him she accepts his proposal, she was annoyed enough to add that question at the end of her message.

"Don't apologize. I find it quite refreshing meeting someone who doesn't have an enthusiasm for power." Daeron said, not at all insulted when he received that message. He actually found it endearing.

"Or chairs that stab your ass every time you sit down." Lyarra added, which drew more laughter from the newlyweds.

Daeron calmed down, but still had that smile on his face. It has been too long since he laughed like that.

Lyarra smiled at him, "No matter who my father is, I would never fight you for the throne, iron or not, it's not my place."

"That's exactly why you are a perfect candidate as my queen." Daeron said, the smile never left him, "Lord Stark and your sisters, especially Arya, talked about you endlessly, what you do for your people, singing at the orphanage in Winter's Town, helping the sick, and sword fighting. Even Lord Varys spoke about your charity work for your Northern brethren. You never did it for image, you did it because it's who you are. Any woman, who never seeks power, yet is able to go beyond what people see her as, is more than worthy of a crown." He praised her as he recalled all the whispers Varys gained and was even impressed by. Arya proved to be an even better source of information regarding Lyarra, the girl pretty much bragged nonstop about her sister's skills with a sword.

Lyarra looked down as a blush painted her features. "But will it be enough for seven kingdoms? Will I be enough?" She said as self-doubt weighed in upon her. "I'm a Northerner, bastard or otherwise. I don't know anything about Southern politics or the first step to being queen."

"Nothing wrong with being a Northerner, or a Stark for that matter." Daeron stated, "That's one of the good points about your family, you don't play the game. No schemes, no lies, no deceit. Just be who you are."

"Who I am?" Lyarra turned to him with uncertainty, "Am I supposed to be a Stark, or a Targaryen?"

"No one says you have to choose Lyarra." Daeron said as he wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her closer to his person. "It doesn't matter who you were born to or which House you came from. You were raised by people who love you for you. You don't have to change anything. Just remain as you are, that will be enough for me."

Lyarra's eyes widened at what he said. She had a hard time trying to figure out who she was supposed to be, dragon or direwolf. To her, it felt like a war and neither side was winning. But Daeron...he was telling her stay as she is, that she doesn't have to take sides. She leaned into Daeron's embrace, breathing a sigh of relief as she began to accept herself.

"Thank you." Lyarra whispered against his chest, feeling protected and safe from the harsh realities around them.

Daeron tightened his hold on her as he breathed in her scent. "I know I wasn't your first choice in a husband. But if it's alright with you, I want to give this marriage a shot. There are so many things I want to learn from you, things I want to share with you. Our fates are joined now, the Old Gods can attest to that, and it is my hope that we can grow to love each other the way Lord and Lady Stark do."

Lyarra pulled away to look up at him and saw nothing but honesty in his violet gaze. She felt no deceit from him, no malice, just honesty and kindness. Though she was uncertain about the future, she didn't feel as afraid as she was before.

Lyarra nodded, "I hope for that as well. We just need to be patient with each other."

Daeron smiled guiltily, "I agree. I already forced you into this marriage. I don't want to force you into anything you don't want."

Lyarra smiled at his apologetic gaze, "Thank you. I hope I can serve the realm with everything I can."

"With an honorable woman like you, I believe this realm will flourish." Daeron said as he stood up and offered her his hand which she took and let him pull her to her feet.

"We better get back before your brother sends a search party." Daeron said as he escorted his wife back to the festivities.

"Why do you say that?" Lyarra asked curiously as she looped her arm with his.

"Because Robb warned me when he told me where you left. I don't think he likes me."

Lyarra grinned as she shook her head, "He's my older brother, he's not supposed to like anyone with his sisters."

"He threatened to kill me if I didn't treat you right." Daeron informed her, remembering the glares he received from Robb since the Godswood.

"I apologize for that." Lyarra sighed at her overprotective brother, "Threatening a king. Not a wise move there Robb."

Daeron chuckled, "I'll let it slide since he's my brother by law now. I want to repair the damages between our families, and create a prosperous future."

Lyarra smiled at her husband's way of thinking, "Well the first step is making nice with my guard dog of a brother. It'll take time, but you'll get there."

They arrived at the banquet arm in arm, looking much happier than they were before. 'Maybe this marriage won't be so bad after all. Lyarra thought to herself as felt more at ease with her new husband.

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