Lyanna had heard that Wylis was just a few hours from arriving at Ramsgate. She felt nervous about it, curious to see how her mother would react to her. She wasn't that close to her as many would believe.
Lyarra used to stop her from riding horses, learning archery, or sparring with Wylis. Back then, she was told it was beneath a lady. But at the same time, she remembered Lyarra opposing her betrothal to Robert Baratheon. She and Brandon were the most vocal against it.
"Don't be so bloody nervous, Lyanna. She'll be too busy chasing after her grandbabies to bother with anything else. You're about to give her another one, you silly wolf."
She eyed her oldest brother. She loved Brandon dearly. He had been more protective and fatherly to her than their actual father. "I don't fear for Magnus, nor the babe soon to come. I fear for the others. For Arthria, for Rhaenys and Aegon, for Daenerys. I… I cannot say if Mother still bears hatred for the Targaryens after what befell Father."
"Aye, that mad cunt kept me rotting in the Black Cell for a whole bloody year, but I don't hate Rhaella. Girl's pretty enough to soften a man, I'll give her that. Don't hate the little ones either. Rhaenys is a proper bubbly lass. Aegon's got a good head on his shoulders. Even Viserys is coming along well enough. Lad's got a knight's spirit, that one. Still a right titsucker for his mum though."
Lyanna chuckled. Brandon always had a way of saying the most ordinary thing in the funniest way possible. "You made a brother of Wylis from the first day, and the man did drag you out of the Red Keep besides. But Mother… I fear she'll look on him as some rogue who stole away her precious Lyanna Stark and made me another face amongst his harem."
"Bah! More like the bloody queen of the harem. Aye, I hear you, mother'll be right shaken at first. But we've a way to melt the old lady. She was always soft on us. Let's throw a wee feast, get the little ones swarming round her. She'll melt quick enough, mark me."
She agreed to that idea. The little ones were indeed adorable when they came at you like a horde of giggling, babbling, stumbling babes.
"Besides, you've greater matters to worry about, sister. Heard Wylis tamed a she-bear in Winterfell, and the beast's coming along. Sounds like you're proper fucked for a challenge."
Lyanna gave a crooked smile. "Wylis would not dare replace me, not unless he's grown weary of keeping his balls."
"Ah, I pity my brother now."
Eventually, waiting became boring, so she decided to play chess with her brother, a new pastime that her husband had introduced and taught all of them. It was certainly interesting as one had to use their mind and think ahead.
Sadly, her brother wasn't so great at it. But it helped her spend time, and she loved seeing Brandon grumble in frustration at every loss. Just so he wouldn't give up and leave, she even let him win, only to thoroughly defeat him later on.
Hours went by, and finally Chett arrived, informing her that it was time. Her nervousness peaked, and she walked out with Brandon. Listening to her brother call their mother fat, the first thing almost made her wheeze. Although the most mischievous, Brandon was still Lyarra's most cherished, alongside Benjen. She was in the middle of it all.
Before she could see her mother, she saw Wylis come over and stand before her, drowning her in his massive shadow, keeping her hidden. As usual, she saw love in his eyes, and she held herself back from jumping and kissing his face.
Hm?
But then she noticed the supposed she-bear on the side. She was a beauty alright, and tall, and held a sword at her hip. With a single look, she could feel a worthy challenger in her, but only time would tell.
Oh?
Before she could look back at Wylis, she felt his lips peck hers. It melted her outright as she knew what he was doing. He was marking her, declaring her as his lady. But she didn't dwell on that feeling as the very next moment Wylis took her hand and turned, pulling her along closer to the settee.
"It's me… It's Lyanna, mother."
She meekly muttered, her usual she-wolf side slightly tamed at the moment. She looked at her mother's aged face, more wrinkles than she once remembered, her hair more gray than black now.
"Lyanna!"
Lyanna freed her hand from Wylis and rushed forward, not wanting her mother to trip and fall in the rush. In no time, she received her and embraced her. Oh, how weak Lyarra felt, thinner than she remembered and slightly hunched. Only a few years had passed, yet it seemed she had aged a decade.
"Mother!" She squeezed Lyarra in her arms, crying. "I'm alive."
"How? What is this? What—"
Lyanna slowly pulled herself back and held her mother's hand, and moved her back to the settee. She joined this time, giving Old Nan a nod as well.
"I will explain everything, Mother."
So, Lyanna did just that. She revealed everything, however, not just the abduction part. She started from a much younger age, when she started to follow the fat Wylis around, seeing him work his body like a madman. How she saw him steal from the Stark kitchens.
How eventually she fell for him, and how that love was reciprocated, eventually leading to the tourney where Prince Rhaegar saw her for the first time. Also, where she and Wylis crossed the line.
She then revealed what had transpired afterwards. How she had escaped Winterfell to avoid the betrothal and meet Wylis because she was already pregnant. Only to be abducted by Prince Rhaegar's Kingsguards and then taken to the Tower of Joy. She revealed what the Targaryen prince wanted to do to her. Use her to sire some prophesied child of his visions.
Lyanna looked at Wylis.
"I'd have died if not for him. I had no hope left when he came for me. He killed every one of them to save me, and only weeks later, I gave him a son. Magnus is mine and Wylis's son, Mother. I'm the Lady of Ramsgate, but I hide beneath the name Ellyn. If Robert learns of it, I do not know what he'll do. And Eddard cares too much for honor, and for his friendship with the King… I… we told none. Brandon knew, though. He always knew about Wylis and me. Then he brought Benjen… I'm happy here, Mother."
Lyarra was staring at Wylis by then, and the bulky boy in Wylis's arms. Her eyes were filled with tears, sliding slowly down her cheeks. "Lyanna… Oh… my child."
Once again, Lyanna found herself pulled into her mother's embrace.
"But…" Lyarra suddenly moved and looked at Anna. "Who is she? No… I've heard the rumors. That Lord Kaiser holds many paramours."
Here it comes.
This was the part Lyanna was most worried about. "Aye, it's true. I may be the only Lady Kaiser, but many paramours live in this castle. They are like sisters to me. Chett, would you please bring them here?"
"At once, my lady."
Lyanna just tried not to look at her mother's face. And soon enough, everyone arrived. It really was everyone, including all the children. From baby Daenerys to the oldest Viserys.
"..."
It was a rather sizable crowd, so Lyarra Stark's gasp made sense. But clearly, her eyes were frozen on the few silver-haired faces.
"A-Are they?"
Lyanna got up and stepped beside Rhaella, taking the older woman's arm in hers. "This is Rhaella Targaryen, Mother."
"..."
"Wylis saved her from Dragonstone. If not, she would have died during childbirth, or worse. But now, she's healthy and…" Lyanna chose not to finish it; the pregnancy was visible. "This little one is Daenerys, and this boy is Viserys."
She then lifted Rhaenys in her arms.
"This is Elia Martell. Lannister brutes were about to… violate and murder her, but Wylis saved them. This girl's our dear Rhaenys, and the lad's Aegon."
"..."
"Of course, then there is my sister, Ashara. She was with me when I hid in Oldtown during the rebellion. And this gorgeous girl's Arthria…"
Not only Lyarra's, but even Old Nan's eyes were threatening to pop out by then.
"A-Are they all… Wylis' babes?" Old Nan asked.
"Save Viserys, Daenerys, Rhaenys, and Aegon; the rest are Wylis'," Lyanna said plainly, choosing not to speak of the dozens besides. "But he's taken them in all the same, so they're his and mine both."
"..."
A long. A very long moment of silence lingered. On the side, Dacey Mormont's face was worth seeing. Her jaw hung open.
"Why?" Lyarra asked.
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