Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 16

"I'm making sure that he has the motivation to survive even the most suicidal of battle plans. If surviving is what it takes for him to win Lyra's hand, then he will keep with survival to remain holding her hand." The Lady of Bear Island spoke sternly as she walked away to her quarters within the ancient fortress of the Starks.

<Minutes later, Godswood, Winterfell, The North...>

Lyra panted as she searched for Edwyn, wanting to drive him away from any insane ideas he might think up.

She loved him too much to lose him just because her mother told him to survive.

But she couldn't find the man, damn him!

That was when she heard a whine and turned, and there he stood, Fenrir in all his wolfish glory, beckoning her to follow him. Nodding her head, the Mormont woman followed the direwolf towards the center of the Stark godswood, towards the great heart tree of Winterfell... and there she saw him.

Edwyn was kneeling on the ground, silently praying to the Old Gods of the forest as Lyra approached him.

"Ed?" She called softly, flinching when he rose and turned towards her calmly.

"Edwyn?" She called once more as he slowly took steps towards her. 

"I'm sorry, Ed. I didn't think she'd do that. She knows I love you, she knows I do and I..." Lyra trailed off as Edwyn stood before her silent as the grave.

Slowly, Edwyn raised his hand and held her cheek softly, "No matter what happens, I will marry you. I will survive and be there to marry you. I promise." Edwyn spoke softly as Lyra closed her watery eyes, staying still as Edwyn slowly leaned in and the two kissed chastely under the moonlight.

Both descendants of the First Men just kissing before the gods of their ancestors.

Breaking from the kiss, Edwyn spoke, "You might want to get some rest. We march in the night so as to make sure that we take the Lannisters by surprise." Edwyn informed her as Lyra nodded her head as she stepped away from the Wild Wolf.

Just as she was about to leave, Lyra turned her head and spoke, "Edwyn... I love you."

The Wolf Knight looked at her lovingly as he replied, "And I you... with all my heart."

With a beatific smile, Lyra left whilst Edwyn's gaze turned grim as his father before him, looking at the heart tree with a suspicious gaze before he sat upon the roots... and like Ned Stark before him, he worked at cleaning his sword.

Caliburn would need to be ready before the night was done.

And Edwyn wouldn't be in Winterfell come dawn...

<An hour later, Bran's Quarters, The First Keep, Winterfell, The North...>

Robb walked softly into Bran's quarters as the fire lightly crackled, keeping the sleeping boy warm as the boy's oldest brother came to stop by his bedside.

Feeling a gloved hand shaking him awake, Bran woke and looked at his brother with some alarm, "What is it? What happened?" 

"Shh, it's alright." Robb calmed the boy softly as Bran took in his brother's attire.

"Where are you going?" The boy asked. 

"South. For father." Robb answered calmly.

"But it's the middle of the night." Bran protested, wanting to see his brother off.

"The Lannisters have spies everywhere. And Ed can only keep the information of an army gathering at Winterfell from reaching Tywin Lannister's ears for only so long. I don't want them to know we're coming, so the darkness should help." Robb explained to Bran calmly, knowing his younger brother could take the cold truth.