Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 16

The Ironborn, The Valeman and the younger Starkborn sibling, only came to one unfortunate conclusion.

Northerners were some of the most insane people in the world when they wanted to be.

<An hour later, Corridor, Winterfell, The North...>

"Are you sure she won't kill me?" Edwyn asked Lyra for the umpteenth time as the Mormont girl rolled her eyes. 

"Yes, I'm sure. Now go and ask for my hand and be done with it." She said as she pushed him right in front of Lady Maege Mormont, the old woman looking at the boy that often came by before the Ironborn raids began, defended her land along with the rest of the west coast of the North.

As well as the one whom, her other daughters had informed her, had won her Lyra's heart.

"My lady." Edwyn hastily greeted whilst throwing the woman he loved a discreet glare. What a brilliant way of serving his head to her mother on a platter.

"Ironbreaker. You're reputation precedes you. Now what is it that brings you to disturb me now?" The warrior woman asked in a stern tone as her oldest daughter, Dacey Mormont, Lyra's older sister, glared at Edwyn menacingly.

Steeling himself, the Elder Bastard of Winterfell spoke, "I've never been good at asking for something, more content with making it myself... however, this is a question that I must ask of you." Edwyn spoke, getting a raised grey eyebrow in return.

"Yes?" The Mormont woman prodded.

"My lady, I would ask for your daughter's hand in marriage. Lyra Mormont to be specific." Edwyn spoke, knowing that the old woman had five daughters that he could refer to if he didn't ask specifically.

"And why would you want to marry her? Dacey is the heir. Most suitors would ask for the hand of my heir to claim Bear Island?" Maege asked somewhat suspiciously.

"I don't want to marry the heiress of a great House of the North, nor any woman of great wealth. I only wish to marry the woman I love." Edwyn stated honestly to the stern woman, whose eyes narrowed.

"And why should I even bother the notion of giving you my daughter's hand? You are a bastard who will inherit no lands nor titles from his lord father. Not to mention you were knighted as well. The last knight in my House was that traitor Jorah, who brought dishonor to my family." The old woman spoke coldly, something that Lyra herself didn't expect of her mother.

Edwyn straightened as he spoke, "I know I have no lands to my name nor any titles. I am also knighted, similar to Jorah the Andal... but all I bring with me is my sword, armor and clothes. That and my love for your daughter. I ask for nothing save her. No dowry nor lands... only her." Edwyn's honest voice unnerved Maege, as she was more used to the horror tales of bastards, such a the infamous bastards that bred the Blackfyre bloodline.

Maege glanced at her daughter... and the older woman knew that it was a love felt from both sides. 

As such, there was only one way to test it.

"Very well, I shall give you my daughter's hand if you survive the first battle in this war." The old lady of Bear Island said, much to the shock of her daughters.

"Mother!" Lyra hissed in shock... but she was stopped by Edwyn.

"I accept. I will either survive and wed the woman I love... or I will die loving her. Until then, my lady." Edwyn spoke firmly as he turned and walked away briskly.

Lyra glared at her mother before she ran off after the Wild Wolf as Dacey looked at her mother with narrowed eyes, "What are you playing at, mother?"