Wolf-blooded

by Lullamasen

Seeing treason everywhere, King Aerys sent a raven to the Warden of the North, under the pretense of strengthening the bond between the North and South."You never knew Lyanna as I did. You saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath." How can a wolf-blooded young lady survive in the Red Keep? "When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground." AU

3. Royals

King's Landing, 281 AC

The first time they met, she glared at him and after being elbowed by Brandon, she managed a polite smile and a curtsy. Yes, he was very good-looking, she heard the tales about the Targaryen's hereditary beauty. His silver blonde hair flowed behind his back, shiny and silky. She scoffed internally, even his hair was in better care than hers, then she felt a little bit ashamed. The Prince was shaven, neat appareances from head to toe, he stood straight and looked as regal as a Crown Prince could be. Lyanna was not accustomed to those kind of men. In the North, appearances matter little, people had better preoccupations. He was rather lean, not bulky like Brandon, she could see his broad shoulders, he was tall, but not impressive. It was his eyes that were seriously intimidating. The way his brow furrowed and his eyes hardened made her uneasy. He kissed her hand and then gestured for them to enter the throne room.

Aerys Targaryen was sitting in the infamous Iron Throne made from hundreds of blades, and even brave Brandon gasped at the sight. The Court was present, the big hall was almost full, she felt their gawking eyes trailing on them. She wanted to raise her chin and walk with pride but the creepy laugh of the Mad King stopped any other thoughts and noises. He stood and the Kingsguards took a step forward simultaneously, everyone fell on their knees and she did the same. She could hear the king's step, his dark robe trailed to the ground. The sound of her heartbeats reached her ears. It increased with every step he took. He stopped right in front of her.

"Let me see your face, girl." Her eyes shoot up and met his.
"How old are you?"

"I just passed my fifteenth name day, Your Grace". Her voice was hollow, weak.
"Hmm so you've flourished for a while, I presume. Good good. I am eager to see how it will turn out. You have three brothers, I believe you will be good enough to birth strong heirs"
He reached to take her chin in his creepy hands and his long yellowish nails trailed in her cheeks. She wanted to cry and snap at his hands. "He is the King, one misplaced word and you will die", she remembered well what her father said earlier.

Later, years after, If you ask Lyanna about her first encounter with the royal family, the only memorable thing she would tell was how she emptied her stomach in the bush in Maegor Holdfast's garden after it.