Their departure was a quiet affair. Lyanna and Daenerys both quietly accepted the fact that they were parting. Lyanna needed to go back to Westeros and Daenerys needed to stay in Meereen, for the time being at least. Making their way to the docks, Lyanna was bold enough to place her arm around the Queen's shoulders and hold her close, if only for the few more moments of closeness they could have.

Reaching the docks Lyanna's breath caught in her throat as she surveyed those around them. Over 1500 men stood before them ready to leave with her. 1000 Unsullied and 500 Second Sons, not to mention 10 of the Pit Fighters from the day before including Amaya and Bloodsong. Enough ships to get them from Meereen to Westeros. It was all too much as Lyanna was turning toward Daenerys to tell her as much, she felt the younger girls finger on her lips.

"Shh, hush for a moment and let me tell you something. Lyanna, since you have come into my life you have been a true and honest friend. Protecting me from danger and not shielding me from some truths I would rather not hear. However, you have never been less than sincere in your feelings for me. Why should I not be equally sincere when you need help from me?" Daenerys paused for a moment to let it sink in. With a smile she continued.

"Granted I am not without an ulterior motive in this. I am sending part of my army with you, so all those who still do not believe I am coming will know a small taste of my power through you. Go, go back to the North and take it back from those who betrayed your family. Let those that watch from afar know that where the wolf goes, the dragon is not far behind."

Lyanna had no words for everything Daenerys had just given her, so instead she chose action. She wrapped her arms around the smaller girl, leaned her back and kissed her deeply and without shame in front of everyone present. When they parted, Lyanna was smug about Daenerys' dazed look. While she wasn't done saying goodbye, she turned to Asher and told him to get everything underway.

Moving around, she shook hands with Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah, telling them both to take care of Daenerys or she would be back to beat them silly. Moving onto the next man, she found that Asher's uncle Malcolm would be staying with Daenerys for the foreseeable future. Missandi and Grey Worm were quiet as they both nodded at her. Lyanna finally turned back to Daenerys as everyone but her and the wolves had boarded. Pushing a strand of hair behind Daenerys' ear, Lyanna pulled her close and whispered into her ear.

"This is not goodbye Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen. The force you send with me is but a vanguard of your coming." Pulling back a little, Lyanna cupped Daenerys' face and continued. "Hurry and catch up with me, I'm going to be awfully lonely without my favorite Queen in Westeros." Smiling at Daenerys, she kissed her one last time and then turned around and left while she still had the courage to leave. Not that she would admit it to anyone, but Lyanna spent a long while on the railing of the ship, looking back at the docks.


Several Weeks Later

Lyanna, Asher and Beskha all stood at the railing, looking out at the expanding coastline. Lyanna looked back at the fleet of sails behind her, her fleet. During their voyage, she had made the rounds to each ship, making sure that everything was okay. And while the Unsullied were not complaining, Lyanna still tried her best to do what she could for them.

"You smell that Beskha, we're almost there." Asher said with a smile on his face. A commotion from the deck drew their eyes away to find the Pit fighters fighting. When after the first week out to sea where blood was being drawn, Lyanna cracked down on the fighting. They were still allowed to fight, it would have been impossible for the fighters to do otherwise, but now at least nobody was close to dying.

"Well at least they are listening to someone's rules. But what happens when Asher's Lord brother decides he's in charge once we get to Ironrath." Beskha asked mostly just to get the question out of the way. "Do you really expect everyone to follow his orders? They don't know him and Lord sounds an awful lot like Master."

Asher looked back at Beskha blankly. "It doesn't matter if Rodrik is Lord of our House. These are Lyanna's soldiers to lead."

"You may want to start by telling them that Rodrik isn't to be harmed. He hasn't had a chance to win them over like you both have." Beskha said with a smile.

Asher pulled out a telescope and looked at the port they would be docking at, grimacing at how quiet and deserted it was. Beskha was quick to say that everyone could be off fighting for one of 'those' kings wars. Or it could very well be a trap. Lyanna looked over the port, if someone was setting a trap, all of her soldiers were going to pound it into nothing. Asher began to mutter about how this just couldn't be easy.

Lyanna smirked. "If you wanted easy, you should have stayed in Meereen with your uncle." Asher was quiet for a moment before he laughed as well. While Asher and Beskha handled the finally tasks of overseeing the docking, Lyanna spent a moment alone with the direwolves. How long had it finally been since she or her companions had been in Westeros, how much had she lost? The knock on the door told her that they were docked and getting off the ship.

Asher, Beskha and the Pit Fighters were sent on ahead while Lyanna would wait for the next ship to dock and off load its passengers. It was slow going, but as they were more uniformed the Unsullied would be unloaded first then the Second Sons. Only about 50 Unsullied had been offloaded before a cry from deeper in the city was heard. Reacting quickly, Lyanna whistled sharply and sent the direwolves ahead of them. Pulling out her sword, Lyanna ran towards her friends.

"Unsullied with me!" Lyanna called out in what little Valyrian she had been able to learn on their trip here. She sent 15 of them to find the way up to the ramparts to take out possible archers. Taking one last turn, Lyanna and her company came to the courtyard which was the entrance to the city. Someone had sabotaged the gates to trap a few people inside, including Asher and Rodrik and a few Pit fighters, but only the Forresters were still alive. Only one enemy was on horseback, the rest were closing in on the Forrester men trying to open the gate.

Luckily, Lyanna with the Unsullied out manned the enemy almost 2 to 1. Running up, Lyanna surprised the man who up on the horse, reaching up and pulling him down to the ground. His cry of pain was enough to get his men to turn around and see the situation they were in. One brave man, ran towards them, maybe hoping to cut her down and be the hero. One Unsullied simply stepped forward, jabbed his spear into the man's leg before pushing the spear into his face as he fell down.

Looking down at the man, Lyanna was taken aback. "Gryff Whitehill as I live and breathe." She smiled down at him before pressing his boot onto his neck.

"Now this can go one of two ways gentlemen. One, you can all lay down your weapons and nobody will be harmed. Or, you can not do that and everyone of you will die. So which is it going to be?" It further illustrated her point by pressing down further onto Gryff's neck, turning his face a shade redder as he struggled for breath. Lyanna supposed she should feel at least a little shame for what she was doing. She remembered Lord Whitehill, remembered the disdain between Forrester and Whitehill. But how Gryff felt towards House Forrester was plain as day in the ambush he felt the need to set.

But Essos had changed her, months alone on an island had changed her, Slaver's Bay had changed her. She was the last beacon for House Stark. Her parents dead, all her brothers but Jon were dead, and who knew where her sisters were. So no longer would she be weighed down by the things she had to do. She would be the banner of her House, calling all those loyal to her. She would be the spear that would be thrust into her enemies.

Noticing that her enemies had still not done anything, Lyanna was through waiting. Shouting orders in Valyrian, she had the Unsullied spread out and surround the enemy. Reaching down, she pulled Gryff to his feet before handing him off to another pair of Unsullied, making sure he was bound and would not escape. She walks towards the Whitehill soldiers, and raised her weapon and was about attack the man when he dropped his sword and fell to his knee.

One by one the remaining soldiers seemed to give up to the situation they had found themselves in. Not half a minute passed before another contingent of Unsullied arrived in the courtyard. Disarmed and bound, the soldiers were locked away in a horses stall. Lyanna did not anticipate a long duration for their confinement, either House Whitehill would immediately cease all aggression against House Forrester and fall into line, or they would die. There would be no third option.

Moving over to the gate, she was relieved to find both Rodrik and Asher were alive. Rodrik looked as those he had been through worse hell than her but he had no recent injuries, whereas Asher had taken a crossbow bolt to the back of his leg. Ordering men to see about getting the gate fixed so they could be on their way, Lyanna pulled both Forrester men back to get them looked at.

"Seven Hells Asher, is it possible for you to not pick up a new scar with every fight you get into? And you Rodrik, I know some women find scars attractive but don't you think that is a little bit too much?" Lyanna spoke to them both with mock disappointment in her voice, but the smile on her face was enough to give her secret away.

"Aww shove off Lyanna, your just jealous that you didn't get to do any fighting. Besides, I've picked up my share of scars, I'm sure Rodrik here is just trying to catch up with me." The younger Forrester said with a smile on his face. But even then, Lyanna could see that Asher had missed his family and he was glad to be home. However, Rodrik had yet to say a word as he stared at the female Stark.

"Lady Stark, how are you even here? There has been no mention of you since your father's death." He could think of nothing else to say, however she was here now and he could think of no greater happiness than avenging his King than by fighting besides Robb's sister. Sad to say, their reunion was cut short by a rather vocal Gryff Whitehill.

"You stupid Bitch! Do you have any idea what you have done? My father will hear of this and have your whipped before he weds us. You'll-" He didn't get further as Lyanna had punched him in the face to interrupt him.

"If you speak again before I tell you to, I'm going to slap you across your face like the spoiled brat you are. Do you understand me?" Lyanna spoke with patience, as if Gryff were a child. Unfortunately, Gryff had not been disciplined enough as a child and it fell to her to make up for Lord Whitehill's shortcomings. After slapping Gryff a fourth time, he finally fell silent. Realizing she had his complete attention, Lyanna continued.

"Now, your going to tell me everything I need to know about your father's army. Because it seems that unless there is a Stark in the North, you think you have free reign of it. But you forget the most simple rule in all the North. The North remembers everything."