The Second Stark
Season 2 Episode 4: The Wolf and The Stag
William Stark, Second born son of Eddard Stark, Prince of the North (15 years old)
Will would always prefer the North, but the Stormlands truly did have beautiful country side. Robb had sent him with Lyra and a group of 25 men at arms to negotiate some kind of peace with Renly Baratheon. Will remembered meeting Renly at court with his father, he wasn't the smartest in terms of running the city or common sense for that matter, but he was a man well-loved and was kind to him. He ordered his men to make camp while Lyra and Will were greeted by a Stormlands patrol.
Will didn't look at Lyra, but he could feel her eyes bearing into him. If she didn't trust him with her past that was fine by him. It hurt him however knowing that she wouldn't trust him. He couldn't piece together what she was hiding, even though the answer was obvious to him. However he didn't have the time to focus on what Lyra was hiding, he and his brother had a war to win. Seeing the pure size of Renly's army, Will knew that it would be hard for him and his brother's armies to stand against it. Negotiating a peace deal, or even better an alliance, would help them greatly.
The group of men escorted Lyra and him to Renly's main camp. Will was informed they were in the last round of a tournament, so Lyra and he quietly watched the last round. Will looked around and saw at least a thousand soldiers all cheering on the last two combatants. He recognized Loras Tyrell in his white armor with the sigil of house Tyrell stamped into the middle. He didn't recognize the other one, a tall man who was currently besting the knight of flowers.
He then looked up and saw Renly Baratheon with his golden crown atop his head. A women he didn't recognize sat next to him.
"That's Margaery Tyrell, she's been to King's Landing before, and her grandmother is Oleanna Tyrell the Queen of Thornes. She's Loras Tyrell's sister." Lyra whispered to him.
Will turned back to her inquisitively, "How do you know all that?" He asked her.
She closed up and looked nervous, "Just… just things I've heard." She said.
Will didn't have the energy to inquire more right now, "How old is she?" He asked Lyra.
"17 I think, some people call her the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros." Lyra informed him.
Will just as any man had to admit, that the rumors may be true. Margaery Tyrell was a beauty and Will would not deny that. She cheered on for her brother, and with her crown on her head she looked as if she had been born to be a queen. That was probably what she wanted, if what he had heard of the Queen of Thornes he assumed her granddaughter would be just as cunning. Soon Loras Tyrell was bested, and it turns out that it was a giant woman named Brienne of Tarth, who as a reward for winning was named the first of Renly Baratheon's King's guard.
Before Will knew it, the new 'King' was calling his name.
"Ah William Stark! I must admit I did not think I would be seeing you again lad." The youngest Baratheon announced.
Despite slight nerves, Will walked up and bowed in front of him, he rested his hand on his sword while the sun glittered off his new armor. Lyra stood right next to him with her arms crossed looking nervous.
"King Renly, Queen Margaery I thank you for allowing me entry to your camp." Will said respectfully.
Will had paid close attention to how his father handled noble visits in the past. He had read about proper ways to speak and compose yourself, but this was his first real negotiation with nobility. He tried to keep his legs from shaking, but took in a deep breath. He turned to face Margaery Tyrell.
"Queen Margaery, my name is William Stark son of Eddard Stark. My companion is my sworn shield Lyra. It is a pleasure to meet you and be in your camp." Will said to the queen respectively.
The queen smiled, it seemed she appreciated being called by her title. She looked at Will inquisitively, and smiled. It was more of a smirk, like she was planning something out in her head.
Renly however was the next to speak. "It is good to see you Will. Allow me to offer my deepest condolences on the loss of your father. I would gladly give you and your family Joffrey's head on a spike." He announced, earning a cheer from his men.
Will couldn't help but chuckle, "Ha, as long as I'm there to swing the sword!" Will announced.
Renly smiled, it seemed Will was doing a good job so far. "So, I was not expecting a visit from the Prince of the North himself! To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" He asked.
Lyra was tense, and Will could not blame her. They had been shown no signs of aggression but the thousands of soldiers looking down on them was nerve racking.
"My brother the King of the North and the Trident Robb Stark has sent me to parley with you. The Storm Land's and the North have been allies ever since your brother and my father took down the Mad King together. It is our hope that this alliance, can continue." He announced to the youngest Baratheon.
The camp went silent, but Renly stood with a smile on his face. "Very well William Stark. I will treat with you, I'll see to it your men are fed, and I will have someone show you and your companion to a tent." He announced.
Will nodded his head towards him, "Thank you King Renly." He said respectfully.
Soon Lyra and he were being escorted to a private tent with two beds inside and an armor stand. He had no intention of taking off his armor and he knew Lyra would not either. He bore Renly no ill will, true he could have done more to save his father, but Will placed the blame for that on the shoulders of himself, Joffrey, Cersei and Littlefinger. He smiled when Norvern burst into the tent and looked at him, tail wagging while he sat on the bed. Lyra stood up pacing back and forth. Will didn't know what was wrong with her, but her pacing was starting to make him nervous.
"Lyra will you please sit down. It was a long ride we need rest." Will pleaded with his sworn sword.
Lyra shook her head. "I don't like the way that Tyrell girl looked at you. Something about this whole situation is worrying me." She said.
Will rolled his eyes, "You're being paranoid. The Tyrell girl showed us no hostility, and I don't see anyway harm could come to us here." He told her.
Lyra shook her head, and looked like she wanted to smack him. "You're too trusting Will. You have to understand if there's one family you don't want to trust it's the Tyrell's!" She urged him.
Will had heard stories of the queen of thrones and the Tyrell family. They had fought for the Mad King in his father's and Robert Baratheon's rebellion. However the fact Renly lead them was what kept Will from being worried. Like he said he hadn't seen much of Renly in his time in the capital. He spent most of his time training with the Kingsguard, or trying to woo Myrcella. However he knew thanks to Lyra that people loved him, and he already had the backing of the Stormlands.
"Well the Tyrell's aren't in charge. Renly is the one leading them. I'm sure that we can come to an agreement, if Renly takes King's Landing which he has the force to do we don't want him coming after the North after that." He reasoned with her.
Lyra sighed and looked as if she wanted to stick him full of arrows. "You're and idiot if you think Renly is the one in charge here. If he takes the throne it will be Margaery Tyrell and her grandmother ruling the Seven Kingdoms. Renly is loved sure, but he doesn't know how to rule! He never took his duty as master of laws seriously!" She yelled pacing back and forth in the room.
Will was quiet, she did have a point. However before he could say anything else she continued on her speech. Her voice this time was so softer, with the sound of genuine concern.
"Will you didn't see the look on her face while you were talking to Renly. She looked at you as if she was thinking of how she was going to wrap you under her control. You need to trust me Will!" She urged him.
This made Will stand up. She wanted him to trust her, while she would not trust him with the truth about her mother? He understood it would be hard for her to talk about it, but they had both saved each other's lives more than once. They had been traveling together for more than a month now, and she still did not see it fit to trust him? She knew practically everything about him, it didn't seem fair that she didn't tell him the truth.
"Trust you? You want me to trust you now!? How am I supposed to trust you on this, when you won't trust me!? You haven't told me the real reason your mother is dead, you haven't told me anything about your father, why you won't go into King's Landing, or why you seem to know so much about everyone in the capital! You want me to trust you when you won't trust me!?" He yelled, instantly regretting it.
Lyra's face fell, she seemed like she would break down at that second. She sighed and looked at Will with her sad blue eyes. "I… Will you don't understand. If you knew…" She said.
He didn't want her to cry. He just knew that if she told him, he could help her get over it. He hated it when she got upset like this. She was normally so full of life. She was fiery, fierce, and knew a bunch of different ways to kill a man. Her beauty was just something extra, she twirled her finger in her long black hair. She always did that when she was nervous, or angry, or upset.
Will placed a hand on her arm and felt a fire go up and down his arm. "Lyra… half of Westeros wants my family and me dead. I'm not going to think any less of you, I swear, please, tell me." He said softly.
Lyra looked at him, and for once he didn't see a fire in her eyes. She looked like she was, a fifteen year old girl who didn't want to tell a secret. Before she could say anything else, he heard Norvern jump off the bed and growl softly at the entrance to the tent. Lyra shot apart from him and had a hand on her sword in a second. Will turned to the entrance and did the same.
In the tent stepped Margaery Tyrell in a green silk dress which revealed her chest slightly too much for Lyra's comfort, Will heard her mumble something behind him, which probably was an insult directed towards the new Queen. She had her hair tied back intricately and smiled at Will. Will again could not deny the older girls beauty. Will gestured for Lyra to relax, and she reluctantly took her hand off her blade.
Will bowed his head to her, "Queen Margaery, what can I do for you?" Will asked respectively.
She smiled at him, "Lord Stark, King Renly will see you now. I thought I would escort you to his tent." She said not taking her pretty eyes off him.
Will nodded his head, "Of course, please let us get moving. This is Norvern, I hope you don't mind if he and Lyra join us?" He asked the older girl.
She kept her smile up and shook her head. "Not at all, please let us walk." She said leaving the tent with the two.
Lyra walked with Norvern close behind them, and Will didn't need to turn around to know that she was glaring daggers at the Tyrell girl. She held onto one of Will's arm as the two of them walked which Will didn't mind, he leaned it was rude of a young Lord to not escort a royal lady when this happened. They passed many tents and he spotted the one with the men he had brought, they were still in armor and being vigilant, which was good, Will wanted to be ready to leave at a moment's notice. It was still light outside, and still a few hours from dark, he made a note to write to Robb when he was done talking with Renly.
"It is a pleasure for me to finally meet you William Stark. Rumor has it, you fought off half the Lannister guardsmen in your escape from the capital. Also allow me to offer you my condolences on your father. I hear Lord Stark was a terrific man." The Tyrell girl said to him.
Will winced a little bit at the mention of his father. However he composed himself and thanked the older girl. "Thank you Your Grace, the pleasure is all mine. However I'm afraid the tale of my escape is a bit exaggerated. If not for Norvern and Lyra here, I would surely be dead." Will explained to her.
Margaery turned to Lyra, "Well I must thank you then Lady Lyra if not for your bravery I would not have been able to meet William today. Please if you ever wish to learn the ways of a lady, let me know, I hope we can become good friends." She said with an overly sweet smile.
Will expected Lyra to pull her bow off her shoulder and fill the older girl full of arrows. However to his surprise she managed to keep her composure, although he knew he would surely hear her complain about it later. She faked a smile and nodded her head.
"I was just doing my duty Your Grace. I will be sure to take you up on that offer." She said with a fake sweet voice.
Margaery smiled sweetly then turned back to Will. "So William what is it you hope to accomplish in these negotiations?" She asked.
Will decided to be honest. He only wanted to make sure Renly would not attack the North if he did take King's Landing. "I simply wish to negotiate a peace. Hopefully the gods will grant us a quick end to this war, when the war does end and the Lannister's are defeated, I hope our two Kingdoms can remain peaceful." He told her.
She gave him another gorgeous smile. "That is very noble of you Lord Stark. You are a handsome man, have you considered any marriage alliances for yourself?" She asked him.
This time Will physically shoved his hand behind him to stop Lyra from pulling out her sword and running her through. Will looked at Margaery and shook his head. "I'm only 15 Your Grace. Right now my only focus is helping my brother find victory in this war." He told her.
The three of them plus Norvern stopped in front of Renly's tent. The new queen removed herself from Will's arm and stood in front of him. "And what about after the war? If you and your family does win this war, what do you plan to do afterwards?" She asked.
"I'm going to return to Winterfell. Live out my days mourning my father, and running my brothers armies." Will explained to the older girl.
She nodded her head and put a hand on his arm. "So you have no desire to rule? Marry a women, own a castle of your own? You're too handsome of a man to not marry or rule." She told him sweetly.
Will chuckled at the thought. Robb was always the natural leader. Will never had any desire to do anything less then be with his family and defend them for his life. He knew one day he would more than likely have to marry, and he would do his duty. After the King visited Winterfell and his father had told him he had been betrothed to the Princess Myrcella, he didn't get angry he knew it was his duty to marry her, and once he got to know her he figured out, she was a very beautiful and sweet young lady, so he didnt mind. He hadn't met Myrcella, and she was only 12 when he was 15, but Will spent time with her because he knew the marriage alliance would help his family, and Myrcella was nice so he could have seen himself being happy with her, but more importantly it would help his family. That was all he ever wanted to do.
Will shook his head again. "No, I have no desire to sit on any throne. If my brother sees fit to arrange a marriage for me, I will do what's best for my family. However my only real desire is to serve my family, and keep them safe." He explained to the Tyrell girl.
She looked at him inquisitively, then went back to smiling at her. "You are a very interesting man William Stark. Promise me you'll come and visit before you head back north." She said smiling.
Will nodded his head, and faked a smile back, "Of course Your Grace."
After she walked away and was a good distance gone Will felt a slap come to the backside of his head. If it was anyone but Lyra he probably would have turned around and stabbed them.
"Ow! What was that for!?" He asked turning around to the black haired girl.
She looked at him with arms crossed, "Stop fanning over her! She doesn't think your handsome, she thinks control of the North is!" She told him.
Will rolled his eyes and rubbed the back of his head. "You know we really need to do something about this jealously streak you have Lyra." He told her instantly regretting it when she punched him hard in the only unarmored part of his arm.
"Don't be stupid Will. Now come on, we have negotiations to start." She told him, walking into the tent with Norvern next to her. Will chuckled to himself, as tough as she acted, Will still saw her cheeks turn a little read at his words.
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Tyrion Lannister, Hand of the King
It felt good to Tyrion to have real power for once. The way his nephew was acting as King, required him to keep himself busy however. He had been in an especially foul mood ever since William Stark escaped with his sister. He remembered meeting William Stark at Winterfell. The boy sat and drank with him, and the two found very common ground on their fascination with reading and studying the history of the realm. He remembers especially laughing when the young boy trounced his nephew in one on one combat with live steel after his nephew insulted them for not wanting to use it earlier with more people watching. The boy was fiercely protective of his family, and the 15 soldiers and over 20 dead gold cloaks told Tyrion the boy was no slouch with a sword.
The small council meeting was to discuss what their next course of action was, since the company of gold cloaks were killed. Also, what to do now that the North has declared independence.
"Send out a message to the land, whoever brings me William Stark's head will be granted a lordship, along with either of his retched little sisters. Also, cousin you can return and let Robb Stark know what our decision is." His sweet sister told the messenger the North had sent.
The boy quickly left the room and his sister turned to him, "That boy has caused me enough problems." She spat with venom.
Tyrion gulped down some of his wine. "I would advise you to be more careful with how you treat with Robb Stark. The boy has won every battle he has been in. Also, he does have our brother captive. Since you lost all four of the Stark's we had to trade, getting him back alive now will be much harder. Accepting peace terms may be our only option." He told his sister knowing fully well she would not listen.
She looked at him crookedly. "We cannot let Robb Stark know he has the power. If we ask for peace we will look weak. Also, now that he has the wretched girl, Joffrey's throne is under threat. Varys, what news do you have from Riverrun."
The spymaster spoke, "My spies in Riverrun informed me a little over a week ago young William arrived at the castle. He had his two sisters with him, along with Lyra Waters, and another of King Robert's bastards Gendry. Lyra was made young William's sworn shield, and the two of them rode south for a parley with Renly Baratheon." He informed them.
Tyrion knew this was bad news for them. As much as he despised his nephew he knew he could not let the city fall. He slammed his goblet back down on the table. "Do you realize the position we are in now sister!? If the North gets the backing of Renly and the Tyrell's between them coming from the West and Stannis attacking Blackwater, we are going to be overrun! And with two of Robert's bastards if one of the King's legitimize them, then the rumor Stannis is spreading will-."
He was cut off by his sister slamming a fist to the table. "I WILL NOT LET THAT GIRL TAKE WHAT BELONGS TO MY CHILDREN!" The slam knocked his wine goblet down and the three people in the room fell silent.
His sister rose without another word and left. Tyrion looked to the spymaster, "Well, she seems to be in a lovely mood as always." He said pouring himself wine again.
Varys chuckled, "Well our queen does have cause to be worried. We never thought we would be hearing from Lyra Waters again."
Tyrion was tired of hearing about Lyra Waters and not knowing who she was. All he knew was that she was one of Robert's many bastards. "Yes well, would you care to fill me in Lord Varys on, who the bloody hell Lyra Waters is and why my sweet sister seems to hate her so much?" He asked the spymaster.
Varys cleared his throat and began without hesitation. "Lyra was born 15 years ago. Her mother was a minstrel at a feast King Robert and the Queen had for King Joffrey's second name day. King Robert took a liking to her, and soon the two had a child. As she grew King Robert would visit her often. I met the girl a few times, she was smart, beautiful, and King Robert seemed to take a liking to her even more then his own children." Varys started to explain.
Tyrion interjected, "Well that doesn't seem out of the ordinary. What made my lovely sister hate her so much?" He asked.
Varys continued. "You see as she grew around the age of 12, King Robert would start to bring her around the Red Keep. He even let her sit in on one small council meeting. He began letting more and more people know of her. She kept improving in intelligence, knowledge of the realm, and even fighting. Rumors spread that King Robert was considering legitimizing her, giving her the last name Baratheon." He said, and now Tyrion was starting to piece together the puzzle.
Varys did not stop and continued telling him the tale. "After hearing of this the Queen began to worry. When young Lyra reached age 14 her beauty had become extraordinary, her knowledge and wisdom had reached new heights. Even her skill in combat outmatched King Robert's own children. Rumors say the King was ready to legitimize her, and the Queen feared Robert's love for the girl would be a threat to King Joffrey's throne." He explained and now Tyrion finally knew why his sister was so paranoid.
It was a foolish notion and his sister was being ridiculous, but he understood now. He had never seen her so angry before. He also knew in his gut that other than Stannis's daughter Shireen, this Lyra Waters, and the boy Gendry, were the last children with Baratheon blood left. He cared much for Tommen and Myrcella, so he would never say he knew of his brother and sister's incest. Myrcella had been particularly distraught since William Stark had disappeared. She had been told he was dead, and had been cold towards her mother, and spent most days in her room alone.
Varys finished his story and it sent shivers down Tyrion's spine. "So the queen ordered the girl's mother killed. She did not want her mother recognized by Robert, so she ordered her head bashed in to the point they could not recognize her. After that… she ordered the girl's death. Word has it she was severely wounded, but escaped. King Robert was distraught by this, but never suspected his wife."
Tyrion had to compose himself. He knew his sister had a cruel streak, but he never expected her to try and have a child murdered. He did a double take looking at Varys, the man seemed so calm at the story, like it didn't bother him at all. He excused himself from the room, bringing his goblet with him. He would almost certainly need a drink after hearing that story. He walked out of the chamber and started towards his own. He had no idea how he would get them out of this situation. He was walking around a corner to head towards the tower of the hand, when he heard yelling coming from his sister's room.
"You lied to me! You told me he was dead! It wasn't bad enough you lied about him being alive, you even TRIED to kill him! I love him!" He heard a younger voice yell.
He quietly looked into the room and see Myrcella standing in her yellow dress yelling at his sister who was sitting with a glass of wine.
Cersei seemed on the verge of tears. "My sweet girl you don't love him… you are simply infatuated with him. His father was a traitor Myrcella, he would have done terrible things to you if he could." She tried reasoning with her.
Myrcella began to cry and shook her head. "No not Will! He was always kind to me, he's brave, handsome, kind, and would never hurt me! When I was with him, he… he made me feel like my opinion mattered, and I could just be myself! You, father, Joffrey, everyone always ignores me, like I'm just secondary. Will made me feel like I mattered… the only reason he fled and his brother started a war, is because Joffrey killed his father!" The young girl yelled to her mother.
Tyrion had to admit the girl had courage. Anyone who spoke to his sister like that usually ended up dead. However Cersei looked almost speechless, but found her voice as she always did.
"Myrcella… do you know what his father did? He tried to take your brother's throne, that's treason, and treason is when-."
"I know what treason is! I just turned 13 mother I'm not stupid! And I WISH he would have taken my brother's throne! He's cruel, and arrogant, and evil! I've been spying on your small council meetings… if what my uncle Stannis says is true, then the throne isn't even Joffrey's!" She yelled one last time, before marching out of the room, not even noticing Tyrion.
The girl could very well have stabbed his sister through the heart. His sister remained seated at the table with her wine glass in her hand, looking like she was ready to leap from a window.
Tyrion wondered just how far Myrcella's anger would take her.
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William Stark, Second born son of Eddard Stark, Prince of the North. (15 years old)
Just as Lyra and he entered the tent, not ten minutes later, Renly asked them to come to this parley with him. He and Lyra, with Norvern running besides him, waited for Stannis Baratheon to show up to treat with them. Lyra rode besides him, looking extremely nervous. He didn't know what it was, but she would always get that look whenever we met someone with a connection to the King. She stayed besides him though, and for that he was thankful. He parked his horse besides Renly, who had his crown and cape on, with Brienne of Tarth riding besides him.
Stannis Baratheon looked nothing like his brother Robert. His flag was different from Renly, with a stag inside of a burning heart. It sent an uneasy chill down Will's spine. Stannis began to talk with his brother, offering him his post as Lord of Storm's End back, and even naming Renly his heir until he had a son.
Renly laughed and shook his head, "Haha you don't seem to get it brother. They don't want you as their King. Come now, join with me, and I'll make you my hand when we take King's Landing. Surely you don't think you can stand my forces." He asked his brother.
"The Iron Throne is mine! By right! I will have it-." Stannis started.
Will decided it was time for him to interject. "Will the both of you please shut it!? If my brother and I ever argued over something this petty, my mother would bash our heads together and remind us, that we are BROTHERS! The two of you are kin, you share blood, and the Lannister's are the true enemy, not each other." He said aloud to the two men.
Renly was quiet, but Stannis looked at him with a hard expression. "You must be William Stark, the Prince of the North. The tale of you escape from King's Landing is a grand one. Your father was a supporter of my claim, yet you chastise me. What would your father think of this?" He asked him.
Will made the mistake of looking at the red women Melisandre, who would not stop staring at Lyra and him. He almost chocked up, but spoke once more.
"If my father were here I'm sure he would suggest what I suggest. Let us all join together, we can drive the Lannister's from King's Landing, and once they are dealt with the two of you can decide who is to be King. While my companion and I return to the North, and I can swear to you now, as long as it isn't a Lannister on the throne, the North will always assist the Iron Throne, but we will remain an independent nation." Will told the two men.
The red women spoke next, her voice sent chills down Will's spine, "His Grace is the true king by right. No decision by the people will be needed. He is the one who was promised by the Lord of Light, he shall rule the Kingdoms." She said in a confident voice.
Stannis was now staring at Will. It took Will a second to realize, he wasn't looking at him… he was looking at Lyra. Norvern started to growl and Will was afraid that his direwolf was going to leap up and take Stannis form his horse. However Renly was the one who spoke next.
"Haha I never took you for a religious man Stannis. What is it you've done to our houses sigil?" He asked staring at the flaming Stag banner.
"I have merely made improvements to it, to represent my new beliefs. What I'm more concerned with is her." She said pointed directly to Lyra.
Will moved in front of Lyra instinctively. "What business do you have with her? Lyra is under the protection of the North." Will yelled across the field.
Stannis actually laughed, he had heard the man never laughed. "Ha, you don't need to protect her William Stark, she's more than capable. So Lyra, I never thought I would be seeing you again." He bellowed across the way.
Every set of eyes turned to Lyra, even Will's. Lyra looked as if she were about to get sick, but she spurred her horse forward. A thousand thoughts ran through Will's head at once. How would Stannis possibly know Lyra? He said he had seen her before, what could the King's brother have seen her for.
"I didn't think I'd be alive at this point my lord." Lyra said to him.
"Your Grace, he is to be addressed as Your Grace child." The red women spoke to her, causing Wil's skin to ripple.
Lyra laughed. "Ha, was your brother's body even cold before you declared yourself King? He may not have showed it much, but he respected you, and loved you just like any brother should." Lyra said, her eyes threating tears.
Stannis shook his head, "It does not matter what he thought or what I've done. Now, Renly I will give you till the morning to consider my offer. Just remember, having your own banner and men holding them, does not make you a King." He said.
Renly chuckled and shook his head, "Ha no you're right. The men carrying those banners, are the ones who will make me King."
Stannis and his party rode away, and I immediately turned to face Lyra. However I found her crying silent tears, and before I could ask her anything, she rode off back towards Renly's camp. Norvern whined besides him, and Will felt himself feel absolutely terrible. He needed to get back to figure out what was wrong. Renly looked over at him and yelled.
"By the time we get back it will be night. We will treat in the morning William Stark." He said before riding away.
Will rode silently back towards Renly's camp with Norvern trotting alongside him. Lyra was the only thing he thought about. The only girl who successfully annoyed him, argued with him, told him when he was being an idiot, and could have a genuine smile around. That's what he did whenever he thought about her, he smiled, no matter how annoyed she made him in the moment. Everything about her was beautiful to him, from her hair to her eyes, to the way she always told him what was on her mind.
He dropped Norvern off with his men to be fed, and made his way back towards the tent the two had been given. He walked in and nearly lost all his breath. Lyra was there, but her upper half was bare, with only her breast covered. Her back was turned to him, but he was breathless. It wasn't just her figure that made him lose his breath, it was the gigantic scar that ran across her back. It looked like a sword wound that ran diagonally across her back, right over her spine. It was amazing, a blow like that would have killed most men.
"Lyra…" he said breathlessly.
She turned around, she didn't make an effort to cover herself, which only made Will's cheeks go even redder. She had cried, Will could see that. Her hair was wet so she must had just gotten done washing. Her breathing was ragged, like she had only just finished crying. She looked at him, and seemed to try and fight back tears again.
"Will I… I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry I haven't trusted you. I haven't told you." She said starting to cry again.
Will hugged her, and held her close. She cried silently into him, Will's heart was crumpling. He lifted her head up, "It's alright, Lyra you know I can't stay mad at you for very long." He said chuckling slightly.
She wiped the tears from her face and chuckled, "Aha, i… I just didn't want your opinion of me to change if you knew the truth about me." She said, taking a step back from him.
Will chuckled as she lifted her armor from the bed and pulled it back over her chest. "I would never think any different of you Lyra. You saved my life, my sister's lives. And I quite frankly enjoy company." Will said laughing.
She chuckled silently and smiled. "Yes, and I enjoy yours as well." She said before her face fell. "Will the truth is that…I… I'm a bastard. My father… was King Robert Baratheon."
Will almost fell right there form the shock. How could he have been that oblivious? How could he not have pieced together the puzzle? It answered all the questions he had about her, that one simple fact. Why she was scared to go into King's Landing, why she fought with such a fury, why Renly and Stannis made her nervous.
"Lyra… you realize that this means-." Before he could say anything she shushed him, putting a hand over his mouth.
"SHHHH do you hear that!?" She whispered loudly.
Will stopped dead in his tracks, he listened and heard the soldiers outside grow restless. He heard the clank of armor and swords drawing and soldiers starting to become louder. Lyra took walked to the tent flap and looked out. She came back in with a panicked look, her hand on her sword.
"The soldiers are going crazy, we may be under-. WILL LOOK OUT!" She yelled loudly.
Will instinctively pulled out 'Frozen Wind' just in time to see a shadow, a shadow with a distinct face behind him. It was the face of Stannis Baratheon. He couldn't even swing his sword before a blade was plunged into his stomach. He felt a pain swell up in his ribcage, and he clutched at his stomach before falling, seeing crimson blood spirt out over his grey armor.
"NO WILL!" Lyra yelled, before pulling out her sword.
Will's vision started to become blurry. He saw Lyra swing her blade towards the creature, but it went right through it. The spirit grabbed Lyra by the shoulders and tossed her aside into one of the tent post.
"No… Lyra!" Will yelled urgently in a strained voice.
He saw Lyra's head slam against the pole and her eyes close. His skin crawled as he watched the spirit lift Lyra up, and carry her, right out of the tent.
"Lyra… Lyra… Lyra… Lyra…" He said weakly, before his vision blackened.
A:N) Hey everyone domgk115 here! Bringing you with the next chapter/episode of 'The Second Stark'
So a lot of things happened this episode. Myrcella confronts her mother. Lyra's true past is revealed. Will figures out about Lyra's parentage. Most importantly, Lyra has been kidnapped by the shadow!
Why do you think that Stannis and Mel kidnapped Lyra? What do you think Myrcella is going to do now? How do you think Will is going to react?
I hope you guys enjoyed this, I'm going to have the next chapter of this story out very soon. I also will have the first story of "The Dragon Rulers" Which is going to be the story of the Mad King's youngest son, (Daenarys's twin brother) named Daemon. I hope you guys are excited.
So thank you very much guys and as always, remember "Winter is Coming"-domgk115