"What do you mean its been pushed back?" I looked confused whilst I stood infront of my father.

He rubbed the back of his head and sigh, "The feast has been moved back a day, it will take place tomorrow after.." he trailed off and I cocked my eyebrows.

"After?" I asked getting suspisious. What was that King up to.

"After a celebratory Joust." He smiled fakely.

I narrowed my eyes ay him and scowled, "What are we celebrating, Father?"

"Your wedding to prince Joffrey, which will take place tomorrow morning. Your dress will be sent here later on for fitting." He looked down. "I'm sorry Lyanna. I know you didn't want this but-"

"There is no need to be sorry, it was bond to happen sooner or later." I waved him off and smiled .

He nodded and left. I could tell he was sorry.

But I'd came to the conclusion marrying Joffrey won't be as bad as I intially thought.

I flopped on to my bed and sighed, at least I'd be Queen.

A knock wrapped on my door. I flung myself up and trudge over. Pulling open the door I saw the dress maker.

I groaned rolling my eyes. "Great, this is going to be tremendous." I said sacastically and the woman scowled.

-x-

I brushed off the gown as I stared into the mirror.

It was perfect.

The dresses I had been sent on behalf of Queen Cersei were all either red or blue. I did not want to dress in such things. I wanted it to be as traditional as possible.

I had the tailor take me down to her shop were I saw it.

It was a simple sleveless dress the flowed down to the floor. The colour was snow white And it had a matching veil made of lace. The lace was fashioned to look like snow. The back of the dress swooped down to the bottom of my back showing a bit of ski . It was simple but special.

I continued to smoother down the gown down from nervousness.

Today is my 'big day' I should be excited yet I just feel void.

My father walked into my room, "You look beautiful."

"I know," I grinned looking at him through the mirror.

"Are you ready?" He asked holding out his arm and I nodded taking it.

He walked me through the halls of the castle and out to the Sept.

He stoped at the door and looked down at me, "If there was anyway I could get you out of this without waging a war, you know I would don't you. "

"Of course you would, Father." I smiled at him and he nodded at a guard who then proceeded to open the door.

"No going back now." I whispered as we entered the main room of the sept. The music started and put on a brave face not letting anyone know I was nervous. I smiled looking round at the guests.

I looked up at the alter and saw Joffrey, a huge grin on his face.

We made it to the alter in now time, even though it felt as if it took a life time for me. It was the last time I would walk anywhere as a happily silngle woman.

I stood next to Joffrey and he smiled down at me.

He was wearing red, which I found strange since he should have been wearing the Baratheon colours and not the Lanister blood red.

"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." The septon said nodding to Joffrey Who smiled and removed his cloak and placed it round my shoulder. I grasped it tighter around my self. The red looked viberant against my white dress.

The septon continued to natter on, whilst I day dreamed.

I took Joffrey's hand when the Septon instructed it and he tied a red ribbon round our hands.

"In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity." He spoke. "Look upon one another and say the words." At this point, we turned to face each other and recited the following vow in unison.

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his/hers and she/he is mine from this day until the end of my days." We finshed and Joffrwy lent down and kissed me on the cheek.

He moved to my ear and whispered. "Welcome to the family, Lyanna Baratheon."

"Why thank you, husband." I smirked and took his arm turning to the crowd.

Everyone clapped and cheered.

-x-

"The hound and the mountain, ayy?" I asked Jon as he stood on the other side. "I'm sad I did not atend now.

"Yes, little finger told Sansa the story if how the hound got his burns." He said and I could hear the venom in his voice. Jon was not very trusting of the Kings council. Especially little finger.

"Trying to scare the poor girl," I waved it off as I pulled the floor length golden dress over my shoulders.

I found it in a box on the bed a note saying'Welcome to the family.' The same words Joffrey had said earlier.

The front of it was a little too low cut for my taste, but a lady must respect her husbands wishes.

I rolled my eyes at this, i would respect his wishes if he continued to respect mine. So far he hasn't been rude to me.

Unless you count the paper bag Joke.

"Come in, I'm ready." I shouted to Jon as i curled up on the furs infront of the fire. Jon walked in and over to me and picked up the small silver direwolf pup from the fire place the represented me.

"So your a Baratheon now?" He asked looking slightly amused and I nodded.

"Sadly yes." I said and he chuckled. "I mean, who the hell wants there sigil to be a stag."

"Not me, your grace." He bowed exaggeratedly and slapped the back of his leg. My action caught him off guard and he squeaked, dropping the figurine. Instinctively he dropped down and pulled it out of the fire.

"Jon." I gasped in shock and pulled the silver from his hands, screaming as the mental burnt my finger. I looked down at my brothers hands and sa

w nothing. No burns. "Jon, your hands!"

"My hands are fine, its your hands which are burnt. Come, we must go see a maester." he pulled me towards the door, but i placed my hands on his chest.

"You will not tell Maester you dropped the wolf, you will not tell him you touched it. Are we clear Jon. No one can know you do not burn. Especially not here."

-x-

The trip to the maester was quick. He put me dropping the figure down to pre bedding cermony gitters. He wrapped up my hands and sent me off, it would be a while

before the feast, in honour of my wedding and I was freaking out.

Not because I was nervous about the bedding, because Jon Snow was really Jon Targareyen.

"Can you tell me what the bloody hell is going on now?" He asked as we got in the room.

"I know who your mother is Jon." I said sadly looking down.

"Y-you do? Who?" He stuttered.

"Lyanna Stark."

"W- are you insane? Father would never-"

"I know he wouldn't! He isn't your Father Jon. Rhaegar Targareyen is." He shook his head.

"No, it can't be." He paced back and fourth.

"I've pondered it before. Lyanna died on a bed of blood and blue roses. Just before father brougt home a bastard child." I breathe a sigh. "You should go ask him. Should I be right you need to go back to your room and pack your bags. If Robert was to find out he would kill you."

"Where will I go? I'm not wanted in Winterfell!" He put his head in his hands.

"We'll worry about that once you've asked father." I said closing my eyes and falling back.

I heard Jon exit.

I knew who he was now, it was so obvisous. Jon is no bastard. Jon is a Dragon, possibly the last dragon. That is if Viserys Targareyen is not a Dragon.

Jon was my closest brother, not that I didn't love the others, I just trusted Jon slightly more. He was my best friend and I couldn't bare it if King Rob killed him purely because of Paranoia. I also couldn't live with myself if I ended up killing my father's best friend because he ordered my brothers death.