A/N: I have been re-writing this chapter so many times, it was almost done yesterday but yeah. I kind of like it. I am sure it will end up being edited at some point. I also realized I may have made Robb too old in the first chapter because he is supposed to be 16, not 17 but I am just running with it. Thanks all who favorited and followed it means a lot. I hope you guys like this one.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my plot and Lyrina.

Chapter 2- Some truths.

"You were never gonna take the blame anyway"

Lyrina's P.O.V

When Lyrina awoke the next morning she found a simple, pale blue dress sitting on the edge of her bed. She had never seen it before, but it looked to be about her size and for a moment she wondered if it was a hand me down from Lady Stark. Lyrina didn't give it all too much thought, she knew today would have enough to worry about so she focused on that. She bathed, and got dressed before looking at herself in the mirror. As she stared at herself she could see it again, the scared,dirty little girl that had first arrived here at Winterfell, but then her reflection changed into something else. Lyrina saw herself as a young woman, a young woman with dull blue eyes, and long messy black hair. Pulling at her hair she thought of what to do with it, she never had to worry about such things being here. It had been so long since she had done something other than just let her hair fall freely.

As she was trying to decide on her hair someone entered her room, out of breath. She turned around to see Arya standing there with a smile on her face. She was dressed nicely but she had a silver helmet on her head. Lyrina laughed at the girl.

"Are you almost ready, I want to go into town and see them ride in."

"I thought you weren't excited for this?"

"I am not I want to watch the Knights come in. Now please tell me you are ready, mother said I can't go without you." Lyrina smiled at the girl and took another look in the mirror. She still didn't know what to with her hair so she just did something fast. She took some of the hair and made long braid underneath that would hang down the front. Lyrina was unsure of if it looked good so she asked Arya for help. Arya was just as good with hair as Lyrina was but she knew she could help somewhat, and she did. Arya took a few pieces of hair pulling them back to make another small braid in the back so her hair wouldn't hang in her face.

"Thank you, and now let us go watch these Knights." The two girls hurried off through the castle, out into the courtyard and past the boys. As Lyrina passed Robb, Jon and Theon she gave them a small smile, hoping the two could forgive last night. They both just stared at her as she ran past them with their sister. Both girls made into town just as the first horse came in, so they both quickly jumped onto a cart to watch. Lyrina kept her head down for the most part and watched as they all came through. . Lyrina looked over at Arya who was in awe of everyone, and then noticed the girls face change from curious to down right excited, and when she followed her eyes she knew why. Arya was looking at a knight wearing a hound shaped helmet. To lyrina it was horrid, but to Arya it was probably fascinating. As the last man came through, Lyrina realized she had to get Arya back before the king met with the family.

"Arya, we need to get back." Lyrina grabbed the young girl by they arm as they started running for the courtyard. As Arya walked to meet up with her family, Lyrina took her place between Jon and Theon in the back.

"Thought you would miss the show." Theon leaned down to whisper in her ear, causing her to shy away closer to Jon just as the Prince rode in. Lyrina's breath caught in her throat and she looked down at the ground. If she didn't look at any of them it would be okay, there would be no way that they would notice her after so long. Lyrina looked up occasionally thankful that she could hide mostly behind Robbs tall frame. When she did look up she saw a beautiful, red carriage no doubt carrying the queen and her younger children. Following behind the carriage Lyrina saw the King, Robert Barartheon. As he entered everyone took a knee before their king. While on her knee Lyrina took the chance to look over at Jon, and she smiled at him hoping it would bring her comfort level back. Before she knew they were all standing once more, and she cast her head down as to avoid looking at the king.

"You've gotten fat." His voice was deep, and he sounded serious. Lyrina was sure everyone of the Stark children were looking around with discomfort at the way this man talked to their father, but before long the two men were laughing and hugging one another. Lyrina could almost hear every person let out the breath they had been holding in, if only she could do that. The king said his regards to everyone in the Stark family, he seemed so kind with them. Lyrina almost smiled as he spoke to Bran about how one day he would be a solider, and she almost let out a laugh at Arya's informal greeting. Lyrina looked up when the King stopped speaking to see the Queen had exited her carriage. The Queen, Cersei Lannister, was a very intimidating, beautiful woman and Lyrina had to look away but that was her mistake. Lyrina didn't look down, instead she cast her eyes over to where Bran was standing and for a moment she caught the eye of the king who had been looking at the back line. Lyrina looked at him for only a moment before casting her eyes down once more, praying to the seven he wasn't looking at her.

"Take me the crypt, I want to pay my respects." Lyrina knew what he meant, everyone knew what he meant. The Queen spoke out, but the King just ignored her. The man who just a moment ago was making jokes was instantly serious and harsh with his wife. Lyrina watched as Ned went with the King and everyone else stood all together for a moment waiting.

"Jon, I am going to pray in Godswood if anyone needs me." Without another word Lyrina went off in the direction of Godswood. Lyrina's head was swimming, it had been almost eleven years since she had set eyes on these people, surly they could not recognize her. She was just a child when they sent her away to her Grandfather, and since then no one had paid her a visit. Did they think she was dead? Did they not even care? Lyrina thought seeing her family would have no real emotional effect on her but it did, it made her heart break. How could they march north and not even stop to think of her? What had her grandfather told them? When Lyrina reached the heart tree she knelt down facing the water. She began to pray with everything she had to the seven. She prayed her family wouldn't notice her, she prayed they would come for what they came for and leave, she prayed she could stay here forever. Her praying though was short lived as she heard someone approaching through the Wood.

"Rena, I do not mean to disturb you but my father is requesting your presence in the crypt." Lyrina didn't look up at Robb, she just kept her head bowed in prayer. Her whole body was truly frozen, this was it, this was the moment she feared. She was about to stand up when Robb put his hand out to help her up off the ground, she bowed her head to him in thanks.

"I just hope I didn't ruin this dress." Lyrina was never one to care for looks, or clothes but right now she didn't know what else to say to him.

"It looks very nice on you, so I would hope not." Robb laughed at her as he held out his arm for her to take. It seemed to Lyrina he was going to escort her to the crypts, he must have been afraid she would run and he was right. In any other moment she would have run in the opposite direction, she wouldn't have taken his arm either but today she did.

"I wish I knew where it came from, I found it on my bed this morning." She looked up at Robb for the first time and she didn't know if it was the situation, or being in the Godswood with him but the breath left her lungs. Lyrina had seen Robb Stark everyday for the last four years, but today he looked so different to her. She didn't know if it was the light, or his clean shaven face, or the way he had no dirt on him but he was different. But than again today was the first day she saw her true self in the mirror as well.

"It came from town, I asked a woman to make it for me. I had to sneak your measurements from my mother, but I am sure she knew my plan." Robb smiled down at her, one of his honest smiles, not a fake one or one of his wolfish grins, just a real honest smile. Lyrina felt herself blush, he had made this dress for her.

"Why?"

"Well I wanted to apologize for my actions that night in the range, I shouldn't have attacked you in such a manner." Lyrina had almost forgotten the encounter, almost. "I know I wasn't wrong in what I said, but I was wrong in how I went about it."

"You didn't have to buy a dress for me, Robb. You know I don't care too much for clothes, but thank you none the less." Lyrina didn't know what to say, no one had done something like this before.

"Well if I am honest, I had no idea what to do for you. I thought about just saying sorry, or finding a book you haven't read but you have read most of the good ones. So in honesty I talked to Theon about it one night, he was the one who said a dress would do good. I also noticed you don't own anything of this color, so I thought you may like it." Lyrina felt herself continue to blush, he had put so much effort into an apology to her. She wanted to laugh at the conversation that must of gone on between him and Theon. Lyrina didn't respond just kept a small smile on her face as they approached his family crypt. It wasn't until they had reached the crypt did Lyrina realize she had forgotten her fear, but the second she saw the entrance it all came rushing back. She turned to Robb who she had let go of only moments before, and just opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"Rena, are you alright? It is just my father down there, nothing to be afraid of." Could he see the fear in her eyes? Lyrina didn't know what to do but she knew she had to say something to him. Because once she came out of this Crypt everything would be different, when she saw him again at the feast everything would be different.

"Robb, I am sorry. I am sorry for everything, I am sorry for being a handful, I am sorry for causing you hassle. And most of all I am sorry you ever thought I did not trust or respect you." Lyrina didn't give him a chance to say anything, once again, she just walked down the steps into the Stark Crypt.

It was dark and cold inside causing Lyrina to pull her cloak tighter around her. Once she was inside completely she saw Lord Stark standing, waiting for her at the end of the long hall. Every step toward him was a stab in Lyrina's body, she was not ready for this. She stood before the Lord of Winterfell, the man who took her in, the most honorable man she had ever met, the man she had lied to. Neither of them spoke at first, Lyrina just looked the man in the eye. His face was stern, but calm and she knew he most know by now.

"I am sorry, I am so sorry, Lord Stark. I didn't mean for any of this to happen, please you have to understand. You need to know I couldn't-" Lyrina lost it and broke down. Four years she had been holding it all in, every secret, every lie she had to tell to protect herself. Lord Stark didn't say anything, just raised his hand to cut her off, and he gave her a small smile. Lyrina didn't know what to do, her breathing was erratic and she was wiping tears from her eyes when a man stepped from behind her.

Lyrina looked over to see the King, Robert Baratheon standing just feet from her. She knelt her head down in respect for the man and then quickly turned her gaze away.

"My little Fawn?" His voice wasn't as loud as it had been in the courtyard, now it was quiet, unsure. Lyrina looked up and looked into his eyes. She hadn't been called that name in ages, he was truly the only person to refer to her as that. His little fawn, while her mother called her siblings lions, she was always the fawn.

"Father." Her voice was short, and she tried to show strength but she knew what she must have looked like to these two men. She must have looked like a child crying from getting caught doing something wrong. She wasn't her mother, she saw no strength in this, she saw nothing good in lying. Lyrina just kept staring at her farther, unsure of what to say him, she felt like that little girl again. But the woman inside her wanted to scream and yell, and ask him why.

"Lyrina, how did you get here? We got the raven from your Grandfather the day before we left, telling us you were too ill to travel. I demanded your mother we stop on the way home to see you, it has been too long." The king made to take a step toward her but Lyrina just stepped back and looked at him in disbelief. Did he really have no clue of what had happened in the last four years? She looked to Lord Stark but he just shook his head indicating to her that he hadn't said anything to him.

"Father.. I.. I haven't.." She found it hard to speak, not because she was crying, but because she needed to control herself. She was fighting a losing battle inside herself. The last time she had seen her father, Lyrina was four years old and she was being forced into a carriage headed for another region. She was forced to leave the only home she had ever known. Her mother saw to it that should never be with her family again, and her father let it happen. "Father, I haven't been in Casterly Rock for the last four years."

"That is impossible, we would have been notified immediately of your disappearance. I saw the ravens from Tywin to your mother, he mentioned you often. You.." Lyrina could see the look on her fathers face and it made her angry. Not at him, but at her mother's family, at her family. They lied and convinced her farther that she was there happy as could be, when she was leagues away.

"Father, I ran away shortly before my eleventh name day. It was horrible there for me, nothing ever got better. I heard Grandfather say he made a deal with mother to marry me off to some Lord in the south." It was all true, Lyrina over heard her Grandfather talk to people of how he would soon be rid of her. He was going to send his granddaughter the nearest lord, just to be rid of her.

"My fawn, I would never have let that happen. I am the king and your father, who you marry is up to me." But he had no say, Lyrina knew that. Cersei had all the say, Lyrina learned that young. Lyrina just looked at Lord Stark, and couldn't help but wonder what he thought of her now. She was a liar, she told him that she was just a little orphan girl, when in reality she was his best friends daughter.

"Lord Stark, I am sorry that I entered your home under false pretenses, but I didn't know what to do. My father spent the first four years of my life telling me stories of you, and how you two would do anything for each other. I knew you were kind, and noble and I took advantage of that. I am eternally grateful for all you have done, but I am also very sorry. I knew if I told you that I was the kings daughter you would send me away, send me back." Lyrina was trying to keep it all together but this man had grown to be like a father to her. While Lyrina's father was always fun loving with her, and rude with no class at times, Lord Stark was different. He was strict with her, he was kind though, he always made sure she had what she needed.

"Princess Lyrina, I always had my doubts I can not lie. When I first saw you, I would have sworn you were Robert's daughter, but when you told me your story I chose to believe it. I do not know if I did it because I wanted to, or because I had to. You are right though, if you had told me the truth I would have sent word to Kings Landing immediately." Hearing someone call her Princess Lyrina made her skin crawl. She had gotten so used to being Rena, plan old Rena. Lyrina was used to being the orphan ward of Winterfell, but now everything was different.

"I am once again very sorry Lord Stark for any trouble I have caused you. I should know better than to lie." She wanted to run, every impulse in her body was begging her run straight to the stable and go. She could go and never look back.

"Lyrina, I am sorry. If I had known, if I had any idea-"But she didn't let her father finish, she did the only thing her body was telling her not to. She took a step forward and hugged her father. It was different for her, the last time she had hugged him he could pick her up in his arms, but now he couldn't. Neither said a word for a moment, until Lyrina stepped back.

"Father this is all my fault, I take full responsibility for it. I messed up, and I lied. I know that some punishment shall befall me, I just ask you please make it quick." Lyrina closed her eyes and waited, waited for the first strike but nothing came. When she opened up her eyes, the two men were looking at her confusion. She knew what the punishment was for lying, you never lie to your lord, or your King. Lyrina had done both, she deceived many people by coming here, and for that she was sure she would get in trouble. Lyrina wondered were they not going to strike her for lying, for being a deceiving wench?

"Lyrina, you were a child. You were terrified when you came here, and sometimes I know you still are. No one here is going to hit or punish you for being scared." Lord Stark's words comforted her slightly. He may say that now, but he didn't know her mother. Lyrina could only cringe at the thought of what she was going to do to her. Her father reached out and touched her face gently, making her flinch back afraid. When she flinched Lyrina could see the pain in his blue eyes, she had hurt him and for that she felt horrible.

Silence over took the three of them as they all stood there waiting for someone to speak. Lyrina could see the exchanging of looks between her father and Lord Stark, something was going on there. Lyrina didn't want to be the first to speak, she felt she had done enough talking.

"Seven Hells Ned, I should of just sent her here as planned. None of this would have happened, I would have known she was safe." Wait, her father had intentions of sending her to Winterfell?

"What? Do you mean you wanted to send me here instead of Casterly Rock?" Lyrina was highly confused, and things were just spiraling further.

"The plan when you were a child was always to send you here, your mother had even agreed at one point. When the time came for us to send you, she changed her mind and instead sent you to Casterly Rock." Her mother had betrayed her father and went against his wishes, that didn't surprise her. But she was always meant to end up here, was it the Gods plan that lead her here then? She couldn't believe it, she would have grown up with these people, she had come to love. Would things have been different if they had known her as a princess instead?

"I didn't know that." Lyrina wasn't really talking to anyone other than her self. She couldn't believe it, something had lead her here four years ago. She had always thought it was her own mind, but had it been the Gods.

"I am sorry but I fear it is almost time for the feast and we should not be late."Lord Stark informed them. It was true, the feast was approaching, and Lyrina was sure the King couldn't be late to his own party. No one spoke, they just nodded their heads and went to leave. But Lyrina stayed there, standing in the same spot unsure of what to do.

Lyrina stood there for a few more moments after they left looking at all the tombs that surrounded her. She had never ventured down here, she felt she had no place here among the dead. Lyrina couldn't think, she tried but everything was a mess. After almost eleven years she was in front of her father again, she was able to touch him. She could remember a time as a child at Casterly Rock where that was all she wanted, to just see him. But he never came to see her, never made an effort, and each name day she would pray but she was alone. Her mother had lied to her father and sent her to Casterly Rock behind his back, he didn't even know until she got there. How would her life been different? Would she had felt alone here as she had at Casterly Rock?

But one thing was for sure, Lyrina was not alone now, she could hear footsteps coming toward her on the stone floor. She didn't look over, she just kept staring at the statue of a woman in front of her, wondering about everything she had learned.

Robb's P.O.V

Robb had walked Rena to the Crypts as his father had asked of him, but now he didn't know if she should wait for her. He didn't know how long she would be, or if she would even want to speak to him when she got out. She seemed to be doing better today than she had last night but there was still something off with her. Robb couldn't understand why she had apologized to him as she had, or why she was even trying to run away the night before. He felt like she was keeping something from him, and it bothered him to no end.

Robb was pacing back and forth outside for what had felt like hours to him until finally he saw his father come out. To his shock the King was right behind his father, Robb had figured he had left before Rena had gone down there.

"Robb, I need you to make sure she gets to the feast. I am sure she may be a few more moments, but please make sure she gets there." His father was short with him, and both men were gone before he could bother to ask why. Had they found out she was planning to leave last night? Were they worried Rena would try to run off again?

Robb was not too much for waiting and decided he would too enter the crypt to find her. It was easy to find her, she was the only living thing in the room. As Robb got closer she didn't even turn to look at him, she just stood there staring at the statue in front of her breathing deeply.

"Rena, are you-"

"That's not my name anymore." Her voice was a whisper but it was harsh, harsher than he had ever really heard her speak. Rena was an emotional individual, he often found that to be one of her most childlike features, she let her emotions run wild. Even so, Robb had never seen her truly angry, mostly sad or scared. "My was never Rena, I am a liar. I am deceiver, I am no better than her."

"What are you talking about? Who? I do not understand?" Robb wasn't dumb, but in this moment he felt completely lost. She turned to look at him and he was taken aback by the look on her face. Robb had just seen her minutes before with a smile on her face, but now the girl looked destroyed. Her eyes looked red and puffy from crying, and she just looked tired.

"I am just like them, Robb. They will sit in there with their fake smiles, and courteous voices but none of it is real. They know how to play the game, and I am just as bad." Was she talking about the Lannisters?

"You are nothing like them, you are honest. You don't dec-"

"You don't know me Robb Stark. You think you know me, but you know the girl I showed you, you know Rena. I am not her." With each word her voice was getting harsher, and louder. Robb could tell she wasn't angry at him, she was angry with herself.

"Then tell me who you are, show me. But I do not believe that you pretended to be someone, you can't fake all the things you have showed." Robb knew that maybe she wasn't the girl she had claimed four years ago in name, but in spirit she was. If she was pretending to be someone else, that was fine, but her actions and words were hers.

"You don't want to know who I am. I don't even want to know who I am anymore. I want to be Rena, simple Rena."

"You were never simple, Gods you weren't simple." Rena was confusing, and infuriating but she was never simple. Everyone in Winterfell could tell, she was something more than what she showed. Silence fell between them and she just stood there before him looking down as she had so many other times. Robb looked upon her and felt guilty, he wanted to help her.

"My name.. My name is Lyrina." She was whispering and he could barley hear her, but he did hear her. Her name was Lyrina. "Baratheon."

"Princess?" He wasn't asking, he knew as much that she was a princess if her name was Lyrina Baratheon. He couldn't believe it, the girl who had grown from a child to a woman right in front of him was the eldest daughter of the King. When Robb was younger they had to learn all the family trees of the major houses, he didn't remember much of them but he did remember the Kings children.

"I am sorry Robb. I lied to every single person here in Winterfell. I was never an orphan, I knew who my parents were. You must think me dumb, a runaway Princess. Who runs away from being a Princess?"

"You aren't dumb,Lyrina. But can you tell me why you ran away? What brought you here? We never asked you in the last four years because, well no one wanted to offend you." Everyone was afraid to ask about her past but now he needed to know. He needed to know what made this girl run from the family she had, he needed to know why she would lie. She was a fucking Princess, she could have everything she ever wanted but she ended up here.

"I was sent away from my parents at four, my mother couldn't stand the sight of me." Robb couldn't even begin to imagine what that had felt like for her but surely her father wouldn't let that happen. "She sent me to Casterly Rock to live with my Grandfather, Tywin Lannister. I was there for years Robb, learning all the things a proper lady should. I learned to be a lady, a wife, but I never learned how to be myself. After my tenth name day I over heard my Grandfather say he was going to ship me off to some far off Lord to get married. I didn't want that, I didn't want him to pick someone just like himself." Robb could feel himself getting angry, why would family treat family this way. "I never dared to speak up about it though, I learned young to never speak up. Whenever I missed a lesson, or was caught doing something unladylike I was punished. My Grandfather was not sadistic but his words could cut you down, and he had no issues laying his hands upon me."

"You were a child, you ran away because you were scared." Robb approached her and was now just inches from her, she didn't shy away this time. He wanted to grab a hold of her and help her but he didn't touch her.

"I know, but being a child doesn't excuse lying. I just knew if I told your father the truth he would have sent me back to them. " Her voice was soft, not harsh anymore. He could see tears falling down her cheeks and it bothered him to no end.

"You were scared child, and my father is not dumb if he honestly wanted to he could have checked your story. You look like your father, Lyrina in all but stature." It was true, he had looked at this young woman everyday for years, she had the King's face, eyes and hair but her body was nothing like his. She was slender and built like a beautiful woman, now that he had seen her mother he could tell where she had gotten it from. She was comely enough, but it wasn't her looks that were greatest asset, it was who she was. It was the way she would was with his siblings, the ways she smiled, she was more than looks.

"He said the same thing as you." She almost chuckled, he could hear it in her voice. "Too much alike you Stark men."

"It's in our blood, now come on, let's get away from the dead and back to the living." He put his arm out for her to take, and after a moment she did.

"Everyone at the feast will know now, no doubt. I don't want to face them, Robb, my family and your family. Everyone will know I am a liar, and true Lannister at heart."

"We will get drunk and dance like fools. Do not worry about them tonight, worry about you." And he hoped she would let him dance with her, he had never had the chance to do so. He just hoped that now that she was a princess, she wouldn't think any less of him.

"I was supposed to end up here you know. My father told me the plan was for me to become a ward at Winterfell when I was four." Robb couldn't believe it. Was she really meant to be here? "She lied to him, and sent me to Casterly Rock, I guess she thought it was a better place."

Lyrina's P.O.V

She didn't know how he managed to do it, but Robb Stark made her laugh. She was falling apart in front of him and he made her laugh. She was still angry and upset but the whole walk to the Hall he get telling her about how they were going to get drunk and show the royal family real fun. She had to smile at the idea of getting drunk in front of her family, show them she wasn't their little Princess anymore.

When the pair entered the great hall arm in arm the feast was in full swing. The room was loud with music, and talking people everywhere. Lyrina looked to Robb nervously, she was going to run but he just held her arm a little tighter as they made their way to the table where his siblings sat. Lyrina looked up for a moment and caught the eye of both her mother and Lady Stark. Her mother just looked at her as if seeing a ghost, while Lady Stark looked sad. Had she upset her? Lyrina was sure Lady Stark was ashamed of her now, knowing the truth. But she had no time to worry about that being she was being sat down.

"Well if it isn't the fucking Princess." Theon was sitting across the table from where she had sat down. He had a cup in his hand, no doubt filled with wine and a smirk plastered on his face.

"Call me that again and I will strangle you, Greyjoy."

"I am sorry, I couldn't help myself." Lyrina just rolled her eyes at him as someone placed a hand on her shoulder , she looked up to see Robb who hadn't sat down yet.

"I am going to get someone to refill this wine, I will be right back." He was being so kind to her, helping her through this. Lyrina was grateful, but it was odd to her that he was the one helping her. On a normal occasion Lyrina would have been leaning on Jon for support. With the thought of Jon in her head, Lyrina began to search the room for him but he was no where to be found. Had Lady Stark forbid him from coming? That was the one thing her and Lady Stark hadn't agreed on, but Lyrina never brought it up to anyone. It was not Jon's fault he was born as a bastard, it was her husbands fault. Lyrina knew it was shameful to Lady Stark to raise her husband's Bastard, but Lyrina couldn't agree with the hatred.

"You could have told me you were a princess." Lyrina looked to her left where a very disgruntle Arya sat. She hadn't even thought of how the young girl would react to her now.

"Arya, I am sorry. I had-"

"No it's fine, now you can get along with Sansa, and do stupid things with her."

"Arya, just because I am a princess it does not change who I am. I am the same girl I was earlier this morning, and yesterday." Lyrina looked at the younger girl who just kept glaring at her. Lyrina chuckled to herself and got an idea before leaning down to whisper to Arya. "That just means you really be my Knight now."

Arya smiled at her excitedly, it seemed as she had just forgotten the whole thing, which made Lyrina feel better. The last thing she wanted was for Arya to be upset with her, she knew the time would come when she had to face the people who were truly upset. The table had calmed down of talk of her as a princess when Robb came back with a fresh pitcher of wine. Lyrina filled her cup and took a huge gulp of it, she knew would regret it later but not right now.

"Easy there, princess, we all know you can't hold your wine." Lyrina glared at Greyjoy while took another sip of his own wine. It wasn't her fault that anytime she had more than a glass she got a little vocal, and tired. She didn't give him a verbal response though, she just took another sip which caused everyone to laugh. She sat there and thought maybe, just maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad.

She was about three cups of wine in when Arya threw food at Sansa, causing everyone at the table to laugh but her. Lyrina had been talking to Sansa about the Prince, she tried to tell Sansa what little she knew of her older brother. Arya must have gotten sick of all the prince talk because she flung a spoonful of food at her olde Sister.

"Looks like it is bed time for you." Robb stood up and picked his younger sister up out of the seat causing Lyrina to smile. He was definitely drinking as well, she could tell by how relaxed he was.

"Aw come on." Arya was whinging but that really ever did anything to change Robbs mind, Lyrina knew that. Lyrina also stood up finishing her last cup of wine, and patting Sansa on the head.

"Heading to bed too,Lyrina? It would be a good idea, I do believe." Lyrina just shook her head at Robb, she was tired but she just wanted some air.

"I do not much care to watch my father grope anymore women, I want air."

"I can understand, I will meet you later after I put this one to bed." He lifted Arya up in the air as he spoke and Lyrina just nodded. She just wanted to get out of this hall.

It was colder outside then Lyrina had expected, but as the cold air hit her she noticed she had left her cloak in the Hall. She looked back over her shoulder and thought about retrieving it, but she knew she would just go back inside again later. The courtyard was empty, everyone else was still inside enjoying the food and the drink, everyone except for one person. Lyrina began to look around for Jon, she needed to talk to him, needed to tell him. She walked through the courtyard and into one of the training areas where she saw Jon over putting a practice sword away.

"Jon Snow!" Lyrina yelled his name across the yard causing him to turn around and state at her. She may have been a little louder than she had intended. She balled her dress in her fists and began walking toward the boy who was standing still.

"Rena, is everything okay? You don't have your cloak, your face is all red. Is everything alright?" Always worrying.

"Jon I have to tell you something. But first, I am sorry you can't be in there with all those people. Was that Lady Stark's doing?"

"Really Rena it is okay, trust me I saw them earlier they don't seem like the kind of people I want to be around." Lyrina could understand his issue, she still didn't like that he couldn't be in there.

"Can we sit down, I am so very tired." She didn't wait for an answer, Lyrina just unceremoniously sat down in the dirt. She laughed a little in her head wondering what her mother would think if she came out. Jon didn't join her on the ground, he instead just leaned against the nearest post looking down on her.

"Jon I am sorry, and I know you don't know what I am yet apologizing for but I am sorry." Lyrina couldn't look at him. She knew this was going to be one of that hardest things she would have to do, because he was such a good friend. They had bonded over him not knowing his mother, and hers being dead, but it was all a lie. She lied to him and now she had to tell her best friend she was a fucking Princess. She wasn't his orphan friend, his equal.

"Rena, you can be honest with me. I have never judged you and you know that."

"Jon it isn't simple, I have lied to everyone here. Every single person here who has cared for me, I have lied to." Lyrina looked up into his grey eyes with sadness, she felt horrible still sure the night had gotten a little easier but she still hated herself inside. "My name isn't Rena, it never was Jon. I was never an orphan, my parents are very much alive and well."

He didn't speak but Lyrina could see the shock on his face, and the hurt. She had lied to him, betrayed the trust they took so long to build.

"My name is Lyrina Baratheon, Jon. My parents are Cersei and Robert Baratheon." She let the words sink and she expected him to walk away from her because he stood up straight. Instead of walking away though Jon sat down in the dirt right beside her.

"If you ran away from your family, you had a reason." That is all he said, his voice devoid of emotion. Had she just lost her best friend? Lyrina didn't know what to do she started crying again, this was all a mess she should of stayed at fucking Casterly Rock. She was a fucking idiot to think that should could keep something so happy, not when she came from her family. Lyrina jumped when she felt Jon wrap his arm around her shoulder, he had done it before but this was different. They had never been in this situation before, she had never cried like this in front of him

"Lyrina, you may be a princess but I know that what you told me of your past must be true. I was the only one you willingly told things too, your name may be a lie, your parents may be a lie but you aren't." She felt like a lie, she felt like mistake.

"I didn't lie about what went on there, I just changed the place and the people. Jon, the things I told you about getting punished and mistreated they were true, it was just my own grandfather who did it. And to top it all off, my father just told me I was supposed to have been sent here. Jon, my mother and her family ruined what life I could have had." She was getting angry again. Lyrina could have had a future here maybe. She would have been different, she couldn't even begin to imagine how different she would be. She had changed over four years here, she couldn't imagine what eleven would have been.

"Well you got here on your own, you did this on your own. You fought for what you wanted and came here, you braved a horrible trip. Maybe it was by the old Gods or by the new, but you got here." Jon was right, something brought her here. Lyrina laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, she was getting tired but she wasn't ready to go to bed just yet. She didn't want to leave her friend, she wanted to make sure they were not in a bad place. She wanted something to go right.

"Well just imagine, if someone came out they would think you were bedding the Bastard son of Winterfell."

"Just what I want everyone to think of me,not only did I run away but I am sleeping with a Snow." The two started laughing at the idea of it, them sleeping with one another. Lyrina thought it was such a joke, she knew Jon better than anyone, she knew they would never. Jon was the only man of age here she knew that wasn't sneaking off to the brothels at night, or bedding someone. He had morals, he wanted to be with someone special if he was with anyone. She continued to laugh and just sit there with her head on his shoulder until slowly everything faded away.

A/N: Once again did not intend to make it so long. If anyone doesn't like the long chapters let me know, also I plan on doing some Chapters in the future of just Robb's point of view and some other characters.