Game of Thrones: Wild Princess
Chapter 2 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Chapter 2
Lyanna braced herself, already nervous, as she approached Winterfell. This was her now about to meet her betrothed, her soon to be good-family. She was determined to make it clear from the start she would not be tied down in any way.
As such, the carriage being used was simply for transporting her belongings, she rode alongside it, on her own horse, while her escort was made up of Bear Island soldiers who acted more like a group of friends, than an actual escort. At least twice, bored of their slow pace, she had engaged in an impromptu horse race, with them eagerly joining in.
But now it was time, she was about to enter Winterfell and meet the Starks.
'This will be it, my last taste of freedom most likely...' She thought to herself. 'But, Princess Arya will be there, she might help, I'm sure of it…'
Holding on to that hope, she rode through the gates, ready to meet them. Sure enough she spotted the Starks all gathered, waiting for her. She quickly dismounted and approached them, bowing to King Robb.
"Your Grace..."
He smiled and replied. "Lady Lyanna, welcome to Winterfell."
She kept a straight face as she replied. "I am honoured."
It wasn't a complete lie; but she felt it would have been a truer sentence had she not been here to be sold out.
Still she remained composed determined to make the most of it as she looked around, noting the rest of the family; their shared physical traits of auburn hair and blue eyes making some of the others stand out more.
The first being the woman standing by King Robb's side; not only were her eyes and hair dark, her skin was darker too.
"My wife, Talisa." Robb said, seeing where Lyanna was looking.
Talisa smiled. "Welcome, my Lady."
Lyanna quickly bowed again. "Your Grace."
So, this was the Queen of the North, another person Lyanna had heard about. Seeing her curiosity, Robb indulged her by introducing the other members of his family present.
"My mother, Catelyn and my sister, Sansa." He introduced two women who, Lyanna noted, only differed in age when it came to their appearances.
"Welcome to our home." Catelyn greeted her warmly.
Sansa greeted her too, a strange, almost amused, look in her eye as she took in Lyanna's appearance.
"Thank you, it's...it's a pleasure." She replied, feeling a little uneasy by Princess Sansa's amusement.
Nevertheless, she wasn't too surprised; so far, everybody she was seeing was matching up to the things she had heard about them.
Robb continued, introducing the next person. "My brother, Bran and his wife, Meera."
Prince Bran greeted her with kindness, seated in his wheeled chair, with his wife by his side, a hand on her shoulder.
'They all look so happy...' She reflected. 'But then, that's...how can they, I mean...Meera Reed?'
Before she could think further about that they heard footsteps approaching and turned.
The young woman approaching had to be the one Lyanna had been hoping to see. She certainly matched the description; being somewhat short, slender, with shoulder length brown hair and grey eyes, looking every inch a Stark.
Her clothing was almost identical to King Robb and Prince Bran's and a thin bladed sword was secured to her belt, along with what looked like a dagger too.
Yet confusing to Lyanna was the person just behind her, a tall young man, around King Robb's age, with shaggy black hair, blue eyes and a muscular build; also strange to her was he too wore Stark leathers.
Yet she was sure she'd never heard of him before.
"Better late than never." Robb remarked with a grin, prompting the girl to roll her eyes at him. "Lady Lyanna, may I also introduce my youngest sister, Princess Arya."
Lyanna grinned as she greeted the young woman, the very person she hoped to see. "It is a pleasure to see you, Princess."
"Likewise, and don't call me Princess." Arya replied; making everyone laugh.
Lyanna smiled; it was just as she heard. But the man standing by Arya still confused her. Who was he, and why was he standing so close to her. She soon got her answer and all her hopes came crashing down.
"And this is Arya's husband, Ser Gendry."
Lyanna barely registered the man's title, or anything else; her eyes widened as she felt as if she had just been punched.
'Married, Gods, that's, that can't be, how can she be...she was, she's supposed to be...' Her thoughts raced as she tried to process it all. 'She's ruined herself, everything she stood for...she let herself be tamed.'
She just barely heard King Robb speaking again and quickly tried to focus.
Robb was gesturing to the final family member, who was shifting restlessly on his feet the whole time.
"Finally, my youngest brother, Rickon." He was saying. "I believe the two of you..."
Rickon merely nodded, while Lyanna replied. "Yes, my betrothed."
She caught sight of the flicker of his expression. She also noted how different he seemed from his brothers, not quite so clean cut, in fact seeming a little wild.
'He feels restless about this too it seems, perhaps he fears for his own independence too...' She wondered. 'Oh, but that's silly; it's not like he needs to worry about anything; he can stay this way. I'm the one who needs to be tamed...like Princess Arya allowed herself to be.'
She couldn't help but feel disappointed; that the woman who had been her hero for so long, turned out to be, just another married woman, who cast aside her identity, to lock herself for life with another.
She expected a warrior, not someone who simply carried swords and likely played at sword-craft. Now she was stuck however, with no idea what to do.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.