Game of Thrones: Wild Princess

Chapter 3 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

Reviews

Boris Yeltsin: Thanks.
jean d'arc: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it; true, very true. Well, we can only wait and see what happens, as for what you said about Arya there, that's kinda what I was going for in Lyanna's views :)
Marina Ka-Fai: Thanks, glad you like her :)
Wolfgirl2013: Thanks :)
Veridissima: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it; yeah well, imagine it for her, seeing her rebel hero has settled down and married.
celticank: Thanks, well, that will come, eventually, no, otherwise he would have been there when the family greeted her, he's at the Wall remember.

Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Chapter 3

Lyanna sighed as she stepped outside the castle of Winterfell, into the courtyard. She had been here for a week now, and her mood had not improved.

'Everywhere I look, there's signs of the upcoming wedding...Too many reminders.' She thought to herself. 'As if that wasn't the only disappointment.'

Throughout her time at Winterfell; she had been left to nurse her shattered hopes, regarding Princess Arya. She still couldn't believe that the woman she had looked up to for so long, sacrificed everything about herself to marry. What was more, from the few times they had seen each other, Lyanna wasn't sure what drew Princess Arya to her husband.

Even Lyanna couldn't deny Ser Gendry was good-looking, clearly strong and he treated her, whenever they talked, with politeness.

Lyanna shook her head. 'But those aren't reasons to simply give up your freedom for marriage...What could it be...I don't understand how he could still be so polite to me, after...'

She couldn't deny she hadn't been too polite to him. She always spoke as little as possible to him; she knew she was being childish that way and was actually ashamed to admit to herself she was blaming him for taming the Wild Wolf of the North.

All the same, Arya herself didn't do much to help Lyanna's opinion. All the legends she's heard about Arya seemed to be truly exaggerated now, the Arya she saw did not match up to any of them.

Perhaps the worst she'd ever seen Arya had been when she spotted her with her husband; sitting watching each other, smiling slightly, totally oblivious to everyone else in the room. It was so sweet it was almost sickening.

Still, hoping to find some way to distract herself from these thoughts, Lyanna finally gave in to her urges and began making her way to the sparring area. As she approached she could hear the sounds of fighting within; she quickened her pace slightly.

'Maybe I can still get a good view.' She thought hopefully.

She hurried to reach the sparring ring but when she did she stopped dead. Eyes wide in amazement, for there, in the ring, being cheered on by practically everybody watching, was Princess Arya. She was standing, side on, her sword drawn, facing down her two opponents.

Lyanna almost gasped when she saw Ser Gendry was one of them, the other was in fact King Robb himself.

She couldn't believe it. 'What, no, this isn't...it can't be, she...'

But it turned out it was real and Arya was serious, for at that moment, both young men advanced, their weapons ready. Arya however smirked and swiftly dodged her brother's attempt to attack her while using her blade to deflect her husband's. With practised ease she slid past two more attacks, launching a few of her own which were parried or, had she actually struck, would have been lethal blows.

Leaping back from King Robb's attempted attack, she deflected Ser Gendry's only for him to follow up with another attack which knocked Princess Arya's blade from her hands.

Lyanna shook her head. 'I thought for a moment, urgh, she was just playing around, it...'

Her thoughts stopped short when, instead of ending the fight; Princess Arya suddenly drew another weapon, a dagger and lashed out, forcing Ser Gendry to back off. Immediately King Robb tried to charge in, but something happened, Lyanna wasn't sure what. Princess Arya seemed to move faster than she could follow, before Lyanna knew it, she had got under King Robb's guard and the dagger was poised, just short of a lethal blow, his sword nowhere close to her.

Then, smirking; Princess Arya suddenly rolled out of the way, and when she stood again, she had her original sword back, now wielding two weapons. Lyanna watched amazed as she then charged in, ready to face them again.

The fight that followed was furious and fast; with Princess Arya either deflecting or dodging the blows coming her way. Finally when it stopped; Lyanna couldn't believe what she was seeing. Princess Arya stood, breathing heavily, but still smiling, both her dagger and sword pointed directly at King Robb and Ser Gendry's throats.

"Win." Was the only word she said.

Then all three of them started laughing, lowering their weapons as those gathered around the ring applauded.

'Gods, how, that wasn't...I.' Lyanna's thoughts came out in a confused jumble.

"Quite the show, wasn't it, Lady Lyanna?"

She started and turned to see Catelyn Stark standing next to her.

"Oh, um, I..."

"I see Arya won again." The older woman remarked.

"Again?" Lyanna echoed. "She, she's fought before...but, this..."

Cat observed the Mormont girl closely, she could see the girl's inner conflict, had seen it for some time now.

"What troubles you, you've been...out of sorts ever since you arrived?"

Lyanna pondered for a moment, before finally admitting. "I just...I don't know what to make of her."

"Her?"

"Princess Arya. Everything I've heard about her, I just, can't believe it's true, after seeing her, like that...married and..." Lyanna replied. "She's supposed to be the Wild Wolf of the North, the Warrior Princess."

Cat smiled at that. "What do you call that she was doing then?"

"But, she's married, she's...she's tamed..."

This time Cat really did laugh, shocking Lyanna.

"I assure you." The woman said in amusement. "Arya is anything but tame. She is herself; she is married because she wants to be, Gendry is a...special case...Not many baseborn blacksmiths become knights and marry Warrior Princesses after all."

"He's...I thought that was…?" Lyanna stammered.

She had heard the rumours about Princess Arya being in love with a baseborn blacksmith but dismissed them as false. That sort of thing couldn't be true of a Warrior, of a Wild Wolf, but now...now everything seemed to be turned on it's head.

She watched as Arya and Gendry left the sparring ring together, heading for the forge and she bit her lip. Now she wasn't just upset at Arya not living up to the legends about her, she was confused.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.