Lyanna had never felt so captivated by anything before. The moment their eyes met she could feel herself change. This man was special, Lyanna new nothing about him but knew that she wanted to marry him.

The man forced himself to look away from her. "My apologies, M'lady. I seem to have gotten turned around, I'm a bit lost." He said as he avoided eye contact.

"Winterfell is about a few hours from here. Go that way," Lyanna pointed towards her home.

"I'm not going to Winterfell. I'm off to Castle Black." He said looking away from her.

"If you wish to avoid Winterfell you can ride around it; go west a bit, keep heading north, you should be there in less than a week." Lyanna said meeting his gaze once again. "What is your name?" She blurted out, she knew his name and knew his title but she yearned to hear it from his lips.

"Rhaegar." He said with shame. "What shall I call you?" His violet eyes were stuck on hers.

"Lyanna Stark." She said, still looking into his eyes.

"Well, Lyanna Stark, it has been a pleasure." He spoke eloquently. He bowed and turned away, he mounted his silver stallion. Rhaegar gave her a nod and rode off. Lyanna felt like she had just missed the biggest opportunity of her life. She was kicking herself for not saying more to him.

Lyanna sulked back to her horse and decided to just ride until nightfall. She was adjusting her bow onto her saddle when she heard a horse galloping towards her. She turned to see the silver stallion being reigned back by Rhaegar. Lyanna had never been so happy and relieved to see anyone before.

"Lyanna Stark, I cannot help but feel that you are a flower that rarely blooms and I would be a fool not to stop and admire you." Rhaegar dismounted from his horse and walked towards her. "I'd like to admire you," he swept a piece of hair from her face "if you'd allow it."

Lyanna wasn't sure what to say, all she could think about his how much she liked having him close. "Yes, yes. It would be an honor to be admired by you." She laughed the words

"Tell me about yourself, Lyanna Stark." Rhaegar said as he looked into her deep blue eyes.
...

Lyanna looked over her shoulder to see Rhaegar watching her build a fire. The sun was close to setting and he had finished setting up a small tent he brought with him on his travels. The fire lit and Lyanna fed it dry leaves and small twigs to get it starting.

They had talked for hours; she told him about her family, her dreams, and about her betrothal to Robert Baratheon. He listened and he told her what it was like to be a prince and to be married to a woman he didn't love and to be the heir to the seven kingdoms; he told her about his uncle Aemon who was the maester at Castle Black and their relationship. They both told each other things that they had never told anyone.

Lyanna sat next to him in front of the fire. She so badly wanted to kiss him. "Is King's Landing as great as they say it is?" She asked him.

"What do you mean?" Rhaegar raised his eyebrow at her.

"You know, the jousting, the music, the knights with their white cloaks riding their gallant steeds, the dragon prince and his desert bride, the mad king and his beaten wife. Is it all true?" Lyanna said with sarcastic drama.

"Well the jousting and music is immensely overrated. The white-cloak knights are a little disappointing and the king is mad and his wife is beaten." Rhaegar shook his head. "The dragon prince's bride may be from the desert but their marriage is quite cold."

"I suppose every great thing isn't as great as one hears it is." Lyanna put her hand on his. Rhaegar looked into her eyes. They moved towards each other, Lyanna could feel the warmth of Rhaegar's skin on hers. She wanted so badly wanted to kiss him. Lyanna went to place her lips on his but he turned his head.

"We can't. I am married, you are just a girl. You are a lady and I cannot disgrace you like this." Rhaegar looked so guilty.

"Disgrace me? You said you are cursed to a loveless marriage and I am cursed to a vile betrothal. A kiss would bring us both out of these curses and for a moment we could be content." Lyanna put her hands on his face and pulled his face towards hers. Their lips met and that one moment seemed to last an eternity. Rhaegar held her in his arms and took control of the kiss, he pulled her close and kissed her more. The kiss ended and they looked into each other's eyes.

"Lyanna, I would like to kiss you every day for the rest of my life." Rhaegar said, still holding her.

"Rhaegar, I would like to kiss you every day for the rest of my life." Lyanna pushed her lips onto his and they kissed again even harder this time. Rhaegar touched his tongue to hers. This was the first time Lyanna had ever been kissed and it was living up to every one of her expectations.

Their kissed deepened and Lyanna started to unlace her furs. "Lyanna, you don't have to do that. I will respect your maidenhood."

"No, I want this. I want you." Lyanna pleaded but Rhaegar just shook his head. "Please. I have only known you for a few hours but I know that for the rest of my life you will be the one I think of when I wake and when I sleep. You will be the one I dream about at night, you will be the one I want to father my babies, you will be the one I want to lay next to every night, the only man I want to be with. Please."

Rhaegar nodded. And they kissed each other with passion and he pushed her furs off of her. They kissed while he shouldered off his furs. Lyanna put her tongue in his mouth and was unsure what to do with it but he seemed to like it, she kicked off her boots. While kissing they both shuffled backwards into the small tent. Once in the tent they both started to undress. Rhaegar pulling off his garments until he sat in front of her in just his small clothes.

Lyanna pulled and tugged at her dress, she always needed Fryda's help to get these wretched things off. Finally, Lyanna grabbed Rhaegar's dragon dagger and cut off his dress. The both sat in the tent wearing just their small clothes, they soon took those off and started to kiss. Lyanna laid on her back and felt no fear or hesitation. Rhaegar slowly got on top of her and kissed her. He pulled away and looked deep into her eyes.

"I'm ready." Lyanna said. Rhaegar nodded and kissed her.
...

Lyanna awoke to the rising sun beaming into the tent. Rhaegar was tracing the curves of her naked hips with his fingertips. They had spent the whole night making love. He was gentle and soft and his eyes never left hers. It was the greatest night of her life.

"You are so beautiful." Rhaegar looked at her. The sun was illuminating her and even brought out a bit of red in her dark brown hair. Lyanna put her head on his chest, she fingered one lone silver lock that hung over his shoulder. Lyanna was so in love with him. Rhaegarra held her closely and stroked her soft skin with his thumb.

"Can't we just stay right here, right in this moment, forever?" Lyanna looked up at Rhaegar to see his violet eyes smiling down at her.

"I would love to stay right here in this little tent, naked, curled up next to you forever." Rhaegar whispered in her ear. Lyanna loved everything about him, his silver hair, his violet eyes, his voice that was smoother than velvet, his arms that she seemed to fit in perfectly. Lyanna couldn't think about how angry her father probably was that she was missing or how she was supposed to marry a man she didn't know and didn't particularly like.

"I love you." Lyanna whispered into his chest.

"I love you." Rhaegar said to her. Lyanna sat up, she was completely naked and didn't feel embarrassed. Rhaegar put his hand around her waist, he pulled her into a kiss. The kiss was long and deep and it seemed to be a goodbye kiss.

"I have to go; they are expecting me at Castle Black." Rhaegar said with a frown.

"Don't go. Stay here in this little tent, naked, curled up with me, forever." Lyanna put her arms around his neck. "I don't want to go back to my family."

"You need to go back. I will write to you, every day. We will meet here on my way back. I will send you ravens as often as I can. You must remember that even when I'm not around you I will always be in here." He put his hand on her bare chest over her heart.

Lyanna nodded. They held each other for a while before getting ready to part ways. Lyanna put on her riding trousers and boots, she wore the linen shirt she had pulled off Rhaegar the previous night and her furs. Rhaegar put on his cloak and put out the last of the steaming coals, and she helped him roll up the little tent in which they shared a night of ecstasy.

They stood in front of each other, a few snowflakes falling around them, neither of them wanted to say goodbye but they knew they had to. Lyanna knew she would see him in a few moons or so and that he would send her ravens. Rhaegar pulled a necklace from an inside pocket of his cloak, it was a black chain with a blackish thing she had never seen before, it was about the length of her finger with a pointy end.

"It's a dragon tooth. I've had it since I was small, keep it. It belonged to the dragon of Aegon ll, he was mad but it's important to House Targaryen." Rhaegar held out to her, a half smile on his lips,

"I can't. That's a symbol of House Targaryen, I can't accept it. Besides I'm a Stark, we're wolves." Lyanna smiled.

"What does it matter? Wolves, dragons, we're all the same." He stopped for a moment and looked at her and smirked slightly. "We both eat stags. You attack in a pack, I burn them, either way we win."

Lyanna laughed, she took the chain from his hand and put it on. "I will wear it with pride." She said and then kissed him. That was their goodbye kiss and it was a soft and somber kiss. After their lips parted he touched his forehead to hers and held it against her.

Rhaegar turned away from her and mounted his silver stallion. He turned his horse and nodded at Lyanna before riding away. Lyanna watched his horse ride off until he disappeared into the forest. Lyanna held the dragon tooth and already felt the pain of missing him.

Lyanna's ride back to Winterfell seemed to last longer than it was. She rode into Winterfell and was greeted by a hug from Nan and a curt "hodor" from Hodor as he took her horse. Lyanna clung to the dragon tooth under her furs. She was still in awe of Rhaegar and could not believe in what had happened.

"Lyanna," She turned to see Ned calling to her. She walked towards him. "where did you go? Why are you back?" he asked her.

Lyanna pulled her brother into an embrace. She squeezed his shoulders and kissed his cheek. "I choose to be more like you; to do my duty as a Stark." She said to him, he replied with a sympathetic smile.

Lyanna walked into the castle. It was midday and she was starved but she went to her chambers first to see Fryda. Lyanna opened the door to see Fryda putting away newly washed dresses.

"Oh goodness." Fryda gasped. "You startled me. How was the hunt?" Fryda was a sweet girl, she was the closest thing to a sister Lyanna had.

"Fine, I'm tired." Lyanna felt sore between her legs from the night before.

"I'll draw the bath." Fryda could sense that something was different with Lyanna. Fryda prepared the bath while Lyanna kicked off her boots and removed her furs.

The bath was ready with scented oils and cooled to the proper temperature. Lyanna undressed to everything but the necklace Rhaegar gave her.

"What is that ugly thing?" Fryda nodded to the necklace as she helped Lyanna into the bath. Fryda looked down and saw a bit of blood on the inside of Lyanna's thigh. "Lady Lyanna, are you hurt?"

Lyanna was rushed with embarrassment, then fear. "Fryda, you musn't tell anyone."

"Tell them what? It's too soon for your moon blood." Fryda had a confused look on her elfish face, then she nodded. "Don't fear, M'lady. It happens the first time, the soreness will go away."

Lyanna rarely cried, this time she wanted to. She missed Rhaegar so much and she just wanted him near her again. Lyanna eased into the bath and the warm water soothed her sore womanhood.

"Are you going to tell me about it?" Fryda said softly as she rubbed a soapy cloth over Lyanna's shoulders.

"It was perfect. He was perfect." Lyanna smiled and gripped the dragon tooth.

"Who was it?" Fryda asked.

"He's beautiful and smart and gentle and sad and angry." Lyanna thought of all the things they shared "He is my dragon." Lyanna pressed the dragon tooth to her heart and thought of her dragon. She missed him and she wanted to be with him. She would wait for his journey south to see him again.

Lyanna just couldn't wait until she could spend the rest of her life with him.

A/N: Second chapter! I'm really liking where this story is going. Stay tuned for more
xx Lonewolf