Okay, so here it is my first Fan-Fic.

Firstly I do not own anything, yet wish I did

Second, I've messed up the timelines it's set pre series 1 of Game of Throne and is a replacement of episode 11 (I thinkg, well. Hope) of Merlin series 4

Thirdly sorry Gwen lovers she is out of this one. I love her in the show but, I would not beable to have this fiction had she of come back :P

Lastly be kind, i'm not the world's best speller, and was very nervous writing this so please be kind.

Thank you

Lyanna Stark stepped down off the ship's large wooden frame onto a long walkway which led downwards towards the dock.

She was the oldest of all of Lord Eddard's daughters and only second born after Robb, she was named after her aunt.

"It's so warm here father" she declared as Ned took her hand so she could balance on the beam

"You'll get used to it love, Camelot is a fine Kingdom. I'm sure the king will make you very happy." He spoke softly, throwing a gentle smile in her direction.

They had travelled west from Winterfell where they had crossed the sea and sailed into the docks on the Eastern boarder of Mercia.

From here they would continue to travel south west and into Camelot where she would meet her future husband.

Lord Eddard had arranged the marriage as it would keep at least one of his children safe from the long winter which he knew was approaching.

Lyanna reached her mount and hopped up onto the chestnut stallion with a sense of ease.

She was an extraordinary rider; she spent most of her days racing Jon and Robb on the large stretches of grassland that surrounded the castle.

She was much more like her father than her mother in spirit, never wanting to stay still for long periods of time.

Preferring to swing swords with her brothers when the measter was not looking than spend time with her sisters sowing with the septa.

Once her banner men were ready they headed out from the docks and travelled straight down the roads towards Camelot.

While they were riding Lyanna pulled her horse up along side her father's and asked "Do you think will love me?"

Never once had she ever questioned her future, she had always just accepted what she was told, Ned was unsure how to approach the question.

He thought for a moment before replying "I'm sure he will like you from the very first moment he meets you sweet one."

This answer was not good enough for her, so she persisted: " But I don't want him to just like me! I mean you love mother and she loves you. I want love in my life father, Is that so selfish to ask?"

Typical Tully thinking. He thought. She is just like her mother; FAMILY, DUTY, HONOUR. "Lyanna, you will be his queen. He will love you, his Lords will love you, his Knights will love you. In fact I'm sure every man woman and child in the Kingdom will love you. You will bare his true born heirs. Be honest, loyal and caring. Live by what I have taught you and you will make a wonderful Queen. He is a lucky man to have you, I promise you that."

They rode for many days until finally they approached the city. "Camelot" she whispered as the towers came into sight above the trees.

The gates were large and white, well, so was the rest of the castle. Perfectly casted sandstone.

All of the town folks had lined up on either side of the narrow streets to catch a look at their soon to be Queen, and all cheered as the party rode past.

They came to a second large gate that followed into a large open courtyard.

It was not like anything she had ever seen before. She could only guess that not even Casterly Rock, home of the Lannisters, was as grand as Camelot's architecture .

Lyanna and Eddard were now at the back of their party. When the convoy stopped, the banner men parted to either side and they rode forward.

She could see Arthur, well she guessed it to be Arthur as he wore a crown upon his head.

He stood just in front of a large set of wide stairs that looked to lead to the castle's entrance. Upon the stairs stood Lords, Ladies, Knights, Banner men, Foot Soldiers, Guards and servants all smartly dressed for her arrival.

Ned jumped down off his horse and bowed before Arthur "Your majesty, I offer my condolences for the loss of your Father, he was a good man. I knew him well." The young king nodded his head in gratitude before Ned continued "Allow me to introduce my daughter: Lady Lyanna Stark."

Arthur looked up at her form still on the horse.

He was taken aback by her beauty. Her pale complexion was flawless, her eyes sparkled like glistening emeralds.

And her hair, never had he seen hair as red as hers was, it flowed about her face like fire in the light breeze that had swept across the courtyard.

"Your majesty," she managed to say, her voice almost melodic, as she bowed her head softly.

"Camelot welcomes you Lady Lyanna, and today my Kingdom once again extends it's hand of friendship." He raised his arms and gently helped her down.

She was lighter and more graceful than he had expected, occasionally he had had to endure the clumsy Merlin toppling down off his horse down onto him, but she was nothing like that.

Once she was stood before him, she took in how tall he was, her forehead only reaching his chin.

She smiled up at him.

"I hope everything is to your liking here My Lady?" he asked.

"Thank you your highness. Your city is very beautiful; I look forward to the time that i shall spend here and the time that I shall spend with you."

He smiled down to her weakly, took her hand and faced her towards his court that had all gathered on the steps behind them and shouted. "Tomorrow we shall have a great feast to honour our worthy friends!"

The crowd of people all clapped and cheered at his statement.

He then led Lyanna up through the crowd away from her father towards a large cold looking man, clad in pure black.

"May I introduce my uncle Lord Agravaine" She bobbed her head down before him while he took her hand and placed a light kiss on the back of it.

Arthur then continued to lead her up to the top by the castle doors, she felt very uncomfortable seeing all of the knights' eyes upon her.

Once they were inside the doors he spoke again. "My manservant Merlin will show you to your room, make yourself comfortable. I have to leave you now, my council needs me to attend." And with that he turned swiftly on his heels and left her all alone in this unfamiliar castle.

Just as she was about to search for her father a rather tall skinny, yet scruffy servant appeared from around one of the passageways. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Lady Lyanna, I'm Merlin, allow me to show you to your room"

The servant didn't even look at her, well not directly anyway. He just rushed off as if expecting her to follow him.

"Merlin?" she called almost having to run to catch up with his long strides. "How long have you worked for Arthur?"

"About 6 years, he was still a prince when i first met him." He answered bluntly

"Please, tell me about him?"

He could not blame her for her curiosity, "Well he is the king. He is kind and honest and brave, he loves his country and his people, and even then can be a bit of a prat."

She was shocked at his outburst, no servant would dare to insult anyone of noble birth in Wecteros unless they wished for some form of punishment, yet here Merlin stood with something of a smirk on his face.

She had heard that kings were rich, rude and greedy, yet Merlin's account proved her theory wrong on all aspects.

Merlin turned and began to walk again, she followed closely.

They stopped outside a large wooden door, It was a large room once they were inside. Much larger than her old room in Winterfell. She turned to him "Thank you, it's lovely."

Merlin could not figure out if he liked her or not yet. He had met many noble ladies becoming suitors for Arthur but all were either rude, uncaring, spoilt, or enchanted or at some kind of fault.

Yet none were like the Lady Lyanna, she was different, not many had been kind and polite like she was and none had matched her beauty.

But he felt that it was just too soon for Arthur after Gwen's betrayal. Not that that was the Lady Lyanna's fault.

"Merlin?" she asked again "Please tell me of Camelot. The people, the customs. Things that I will need to know?" He understood why she was so curious. Who would not be if they were to become Queen of a strange land distant from their own.

"Maybe you should ask Arthur, it will give you two something to talk about." He smiled slightly and walked out.

She sat down on the large bed and pulled the metal direwolf pin out of her travelling cloak and let it fall freely around her, before flopping down backwards.

It had been a long day.

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