❝ You and I against the world, my love. Let us bring it to it's knees. ❞
Even the gods were not able to defeat Lyra Stark and Joffrey Baratheon, for once they put their minds to a cause, the gods were forced to step aside and let them past.
QUEENS...
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{ Lyra }
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𝕿he feel of sunlight on her cheeks had been something that Lyra had missed through the long winter. It warmed her cheeks and heart, causing her to tilt her head back and look up to the clear sky.
She pulled her cloak tighter around her, as the wind whistled through the trees, sending a chill up her spine. There was a whine from beside her feet, and Lyra found herself smiling as Elia stretched and rolled onto her side to continue to bask in the warmth.
"Elia." The wolf opened one amber eye, yawning as Lyra held a hand out for the wolf to place her head into. "Good girl."
The wolf snorted, standing up. She stood at Lyra's shoulder height now, far too large to truly be cuddling with the woman, but Elia still tried to. Her large head came to rest on Lyra's lap as the woman ran her fingers through the thick fur, finding the wolf to be shedding.
After fifteen long years, the winter had finally come to an end. Westeros had almost run out of food at multiple points, but with Daenerys and Coren helping from Essos, they had managed to avoid that. Lyra was excited for her children to have their first taste of summer; of swimming in the ocean, the marketplaces in the city, the fresh fruits from the Reach and the smells of the gardens in full bloom.
"Mama!" Lyra glanced up as her moment of peace ended. Her eldest son's voice echoed through the garden once more, causing the woman to laugh, before turning to the entrance of the pavilion.
"I'm here." There was a muttered curse, causing Lyra to bite back a smile, before her son appeared in doorway. He was scowling, shaking out his cold hands, as Lyra finally let herself smile.
When he appeared, Lyra often had to a double take as Mikael looked so much like Joffrey. Her son stood taller than his father, but with the same broad shoulders and light hair, though the mischievous spark in his eyes was most definitely a Stark characteristic.
"It's freezing." Mikael placed his father's crown onto the table, as Lyra pulled her cloak out from underneath her. Mikael took the opportunity, sitting in front of his mother as she wrapped the cloak around Mikael and began to run her hand through his hair. "Why weren't you at court?"
"Do I have to be at court?" Lyra cocked an eyebrow. "You already have an army of advisors, not to mention both your aunts and Tylar."
"Yes, I know that." Mikael rolled his eyes, leaning further into his mother's side. Despite being nineteen years old, Mikael was just as affectionate as he had been as a child, something that Joffrey had struggled to be. "But I want you there as well. It makes me feel better when I know you are able to help and give advice."
