Game of Thrones: Wild Princess
Chapter 8 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Chapter 8
Lyanna couldn't help but smile as she stepped out into the courtyard in Winterfell. She was amazed by how much things had changed since she arrived at Winterfell. Her views had changed as she finally realized how mistaken she ha been. She had found herself growing closer to her good-family, and to her betrothed especially.
'It was when I finally started to see, when I realized my mistake; how close and loving all those married here were, not only that, their love actually empowers them, keeps them as themselves.' She reflected. 'Now I can see that; I...Rickon and I are so close and, things seem better than ever.'
True enough, they were close, looking forward to the upcoming wedding. But of course they were more than happy to indulge each other with their preferred activities, such as now.
"My Lady, are you ready?" Rickon greeted her with a smirk.
She smirked back and shook her head. "More than ever, let's see if your hunting skills can keep up with mine."
Rickon laughed at her challenge, eyes glinting. "Alright then, I accept your challenge, let's go."
Nodding she mounted up; they were going hunting together and of course, Lyanna was eager to show what she could to, yet also interested in Rickon's skills; not to mention her competitive spirit was awoken and so she felt maybe a challenge would make things more interesting.
'Rickon was more than eager to agree.' She noted happily.
Together they left, ready to begin their hunt.
Talking together, laughing; they rode back, their kills secured.
"That was impressive." Lyanna remarked with a laugh.
Rickon smirked. "Thank you, you were very impressive too."
She returned his smirk. They had done well; their challenge had been inconclusive as they both seemed rather evenly skilled. Still smirking Rickon leaned over and, grinning herself, Lyanna indulged him gladly as they kissed.
Finally stopping and dismounting, a few servants came to help with their horses and kills. It was also at that moment Lyanna spotted her soon-to-be good mother approaching them.
"Lady Catelyn?" She queried.
Catelyn smiled warmly. "Hello you two, I see you've been busy."
Rickon nodded. "Yes mother; I'm pretty sure we can put what we've gathered to use."
It was then Catelyn's smile became a little mysterious; Lyanna couldn't help but wonder why, it was as if the woman knew something but was hiding it."
"I'm sure it will." She said. "I am sure you two will be joining us for a feast tonight."
They both nodded, Lyanna noted that Rickon shared her confusion and suspicion regarding the way Catelyn was acting. Nevertheless, they decided to wait, despite their usual impatience.
Once alone Lyanna spoke up. "We'll find out soon enough, no sense in prying."
"I suppose you are right." Rickon replied before smiling.
Lyanna stopped and saw exactly what he was looking at. She too smiled as they watched Meera working on her archery, meanwhile, Bran sat nearby in his wheeled chair. Eddard and Minisa were seated on his lap, either watching their mother, or listening to Bran who was reading to them.
It was evening time, Lyanna smiled as she and Rickon sat together at the high table. The rest of the family all sat too; all enjoying the feast. Lyanna and Rickon shared a grin as they took note of one of the things being served, fresh venison, likely from one of the deer they felled in their hunt.
Carefully observing the others, Lyanna noticed something, aside from Catelyn's mysterious smile; the only other person acting out of the ordinary was Arya. Something about her expression struck Lyanna as familiar, she'd seen it before.
'It's...she looks just like...Meera did when, oh, surely not...' She thought to herself. 'It can't be that obvious, can it?'
But it turned out it was. Sharing a glance with her mother, Arya smiled and then spoke.
"Gendry, Robb, everyone...I have some news..." She said; once all eyes were on her, she continued. "Our family is going to grow again; Maester Luwin confirmed it this morning, I am with child."
There were gasps, Catelyn's knowing smile made sense now, Arya had already told her. Everybody smiled.
"Arry, that's..." Gendry stammered, grinning like a fool. "This is wonderful."
Lyanna almost wanted to shake her head; somehow it seemed almost fitting that this would happen and in a remarkable switch; she had different thoughts and feelings this time. She felt more positive and hopeful for Arya.
Seeing Arya later with Gendry, Lyanna paused, listening.
"Arry, I still can't believe this, we're, we're going to be parents..." He was saying in wonder. "Are we…?"
Arya nodded. "Of course Gendry and remember, no matter what, son or daughter, we will teach them what they want to learn, they will be who they want to be."
Gendry grinned, Lyanna couldn't help but smile too as she noted, even pregnancy didn't change Arya, just as it hadn't changed Meera. Everything she feared now seemed so far away and foolish; she was actually happy for the change. Now she could look forward to the next major event, her and Rickon's wedding.
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