Game of Thrones: Wild Princess
Chapter 5 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Chapter 5
Lyanna was confused; it was the day after that surprise meeting with Arya, where she had revealed the startling truth about herself. Lyanna had felt as if she had reached some sort of realization during that talk. So it was that this morning, she was preparing to go and find Rickon and try to finally do what she should have been doing when she first arrived, getting to know him.
'If he truly is the right fit for me...Then who knows, maybe I still could be myself when we marry.' She had been thinking. 'Perhaps we could be happy, be together and be ourselves, like Arya and Gendry, Bran and Meera...King Robb and Talisa...'
She also recalled everything she had heard about Catelyn and her husband, the late Eddard Stark; their marriage had been happy. Not only that, she now realized, the one thing all those marriages had in common, those involved had worked at them, built things from the ground up and made them the strong unions they were today.
But before she could even think of trying to see if she could be that lucky, she had been surprised. Now she was wondering what was going on as she made her way to Winterfell's great hall, where she had been summoned.
'What could have happened?' She wondered, perplexed. 'It was, sudden, the guard who told me doesn't know either, he just said King Robb wished to see me...But couldn't say why?'
A few doubts began to gnaw at her, but she pushed them away, all she could do was see what was going on, then she'd worry about it.
Entering the great hall she noted that the only people present at the moment, apart from herself, was King Robb and Queen Talisa. Her curiosity and concerns rising, she approached them.
Bowing she spoke. "You sent for me, Your Grace."
King Robb looked troubled and his voice reflected it. "Yes, Lady Lyanna, I...Is everything alright?"
She paused, a little uncertain. "I...Alright, Your Grace?"
"We've...received a letter from Bear Island, expressing concern. Apparently word has reached them of...rumours that you and Rickon are not getting along." He explained. "They are worried and are looking for reassurance."
Lyanna bit her lip. "Ah, I see. Truthfully, Your Grace, I have been avoiding Rickon; I was...unhappy at the thought of marriage. But, having, what I've seen here..."
Robb smiled and nodded encouragingly.
Talisa also smiled and added. "It's alright, speak your mind."
"I was wrong, in my views and, actually just today, I wanted to try and fix that. I was going to seek Rickon out and talk to him."
They both smiled and Robb replied.
"I see, I am glad to hear that things seems to be getting better, even if there were problems." He admitted. "We still need to reassure your family however."
Lyanna nodded. "I'll think of something, Your Grace, but they need not worry.
She was hopeful at least that that would be the case. Satisfied with her answers Robb and Talisa allowed her to go and she left, now even more determined to find Rickon.
Meanwhile, Sansa fought to stay composed, despite the usual sensations that filled her as she walked through the crypts of Winterfell.
'I haven't been down here in a while.' She reflected. 'But, I have to pay my respects to Father...I shouldn't have waited so long, that's what's making it harder.'
Even as she thought that she stopped; for she soon saw she wasn't alone down here. Seeing her, Arya gently gestured for her to be quiet. Sansa nodded and moved to stand next to her sister, the two of them respectfully silent as their mother knelt before their father's crypt. They waited until finally, Catelyn stood. She started a little when she saw Sansa but otherwise remained composed.
"Sansa, I, sorry I didn't hear you..."
Sansa nodded. "I tried not to disturb you mother, so, you came down here to see Father too?"
"I came to make sure mother wasn't alone, but, yes." Arya confirmed.
Catelyn smiled softly and the three of them embraced. They knew everybody grieved in different ways, but it was at times like this that they knew the importance of sticking together. Despite their differing personalities, the Stark women always sought solace with each other, in times of need, especially for their shared pain.
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