Lyanna:

They were finally traveling on dry land again and Lyanna was glad of it. Sea was not for her. She loved the ocean truly she did. She loved the smell of it but she missed the open air and the trees. Not that there were any trees in the Reach it seemed. Honestly, she was not impressed with her new homeland. Yes, there was a great number of fields and wonderful hills but there was little foliage. Part of her missed her seclusion with Willas. He was so kind and careful with her. Sleeping wrapped up in his arms was actually becoming something she looked forward to. He kept the nightmares at bay. He had insisted that she didn't need a tent of her own and so she was forced to stay with him. She found that she actually didn't mind. She looked over at the wheelhouse she knew he was in and smiled. The more time she spent with him the more he seemed to grow on her. He was still ridiculous, overbearing and unbelievably protective. But he was her mate and that was starting to mean something to her. She rode over to the wheelhouse and dismounted. The entire entourage stopped and she blushed. She hadn't meant to make them all stop but she thought she might spend some time in the wheelhouse. She thought she might spend some time with her marked. Not that she wanted to of course but rather because it was expected of her she stated to herself. Willas opened the door to the wheelhouse and looked out at her worriedly.

"What's wrong?" He asked her questioningly and she shook her head.

"Nothing, I just thought I might join you for a bit today." She watched as his eyes sparkled at her words.

"Of course." He stated moving and allowing her inside. She stood in the center of the structure looking at the women there. The queen of thorns arched her brow at her and Margaery gave her a curious look. Margaery had been sitting by her brother it seemed but moved as she entered to rest by her grandmother. Willas sat back down on the seat and looked at her. She flushed and moved to sit beside him. He tapped the top of the wheelhouse and they started to move once more. She sat with plenty of room between them her hands folded and her heart thumping. Willas let out an exasperated breath. She knew him well enough now to know his emotions. She turned to him and watched his unhappy expression.

"Stand." Her husband stated and she did so wondering what she had done to upset him.

Her husband swung his bad leg up on the cushion and held his arms out to her. She looked at him confused. What did he want? He motioned for her to come to him and she walked forward so she was standing before him. He placed his hands on her hips and she flushed looking into his eyes. She could feel the burn of his fingers upon her skin. Her husband raised a brow at her and she looked away. The distraction was exactly what he needed and he picked her up and placed her down sitting against him. Her back was pressed against his chest. She had to move her body and pull her legs up to the cushions. Her husband hummed as she lay against him and she rolled her eyes. Well this was the last time she rode in the wheelhouse that was for sure. Wilas's arms wrapped around her and she sighed. Her husband was a determined man. She wasn't going anywhere she was stuck in this position. Knowing that she relaxed into him and Willas pressed a kiss to her crown in appreciation. She looked to Margaery and her goodsister was looking at her with a knowing look. She frowned back. What did she think she was doing? This was all her stupid Brother. All Willas. He was the touchy demanding one. He couldn't go two seconds without touching her somehow. The queen of thorns however looked bored. She looked at Lyanna like she was completely unimportant and that he grandson always seemed to bring girls into the wheelhouse and sit them half upon himself. She supposed that could be true. Willas most likely had done something of the kind before. It would not be unprecedented. Even Robb visited the whore house. Suddenly she felt a pain inside a sick painful feeling that made her want to cry out. Willas must have felt something because he brushed her hair away from her neck and bent down pressing a kiss to her collar bone. His face nuzzled into her neck and Lyanna frowned. She really didn't like being used as a well whatever he was using her as. It was very inapproperate and she was sure Margaery had no desire to see the affection. However, when she looked back up at Margaery the girl was looking at her with a sly smile. Fine she thought. If Willas wasn't letting her go and Margaery had no problem with this unhealthy display than she would enjoy it. She pressed back into him and closed her eyes. Riding had tired her and she found herself quickly falling asleep her fingers wrapping around Willas's arm clinging to him in a way had she been awake would have been embarrassed by.

Willas:

His sister smirked slyly at him but he ignored her. He didn't really care what she thought. His matched had agreed to sit with him. Well he hadn't given her much choice but she had started to relax around him. Allowing him his flights of fancy. She had felt something when he had grabbed her. She had flushed. His hands upon her had done something to her. His fingers slipped through her hair pulling it out of its braid. Much better he thought to himself. He did not like her hair pulled back. He liked to be able to run his fingers through her hair. He hummed as he did so. He could only move his left arm. His right had been claimed in Lyanna's grasp but he had no complaints. He liked that she had begun to cling to him as she slept. He stared down at her his mind running away with himself. He imagined being safely in his bed at Highgarden sitting on his bed like this. Being able to lean down and kiss her when he wanted. He imagined her sitting like this with not a stitch on her. His cock stirred and he cursed. His sister raised a knowing brow at him and he sighed.

"It seems she has gotten used to you brother." Margaery states and he nods looking back down at her.

"Never would you have done such a display before." His sister continued.

"Perhaps not. But I had no woman to do such with." He replies and his sister coughs loudly.

"You no woman?" Brother dear you forget I've spent time in you chambers." His sister smiles at him slyly.

"Margaery, stop." He tells her his fear kicking in. He really didn't want his wife hearing about his past. He wondered if it would pain her.

"Why brother? Does your wife not realize that a man like you would have needs?" His sister laughs out and he glares at her.

"Stop it Margaery." He replies and its his grandmother who steps in.

"Enough. Stop teasing your brother. His pining has finally stopped for a moment. I thought we might actually be able to get something done now." His grandmother states and Willas smothers a cough.

"Yes grandmother." Margaery states.

"We must talk of what we are going to do when we get to Highgarden." His grandmother states and he sighs.

"Must we talk about this with her here?" He asks and his grandmother glares at him.

"We would not but your attention is elsewhere when she isn't around so I have no choice. She's asleep anyhow." His grandmother bites out and Willas concedes. His attention is always on his wife.

"I sent a raven ahead to your father. When we reached oldtown. The fool has apparently already sent out the word for a tourney. There is no escaping it now. Your wife will be thoroughly scrutinized." His grandmother stated flatly and he sighed. Lyanna was not one for attention. But she may enjoy the festivities.

"My wife will be fine." He tells her and watches as his grandmother stares at him disbelievingly.

"I do not know what word has reached this far south. I doubt we can keep the near assault of your wife secret." His grandmother speaks and he freezes looking down at Lyanna worriedly.

"I know that." He tells her flatly and his grandmother nods.

"It is perhaps a good thing that she has kept herself from you. There will be no questioning on the parentage of a babe." His grandmother states and he feels ill.

"Grandmother please." He pleads but the woman just looks at him pointedly.

"Willas this is necessary. We have to decide how we will proceed. This is serious." His grandmother chastises him and he sighs.

"I'm well aware." He states back running his fingers over his wife's cheek.

"Your father will no doubt try and do something foolish. I doubt I'll be able to stop him. He will take this as a personal offence against our house. Not that it isn't but it may ruin your sisters chances of being queen." His grandmother stated unhappily and a thought came to him.

"It could. Or it could further them. Perhaps an apology in the form of a bethroal." He states and his grandmother smiles at him.

"Yes. I had thought on that. We will have to wait. Make them thoroughly worried as to what we will do before we strike that bargain." She states happily.

"I'll raise the price of grain for all but Dorne and the North." He states turning back to his grandmother.

"Yes, that would cause quite a scene." Grandmother states with a sly look.

"What are you planning on doing with her?" His grandmother asks finally looking at the girl in his arms.

"What do you mean?" He asks confused.

"It is quite obvious the girl feels little for you where you feel too much." His grandmother huffs and he sighs again.

"Grandmother."

"I am not done. She was not meant to be a lord paramounts wife. She knows nothing of court or how to run a castle. What are you going to do about that? How do you plan on fixing such a thing. You cannot teach such things quickly." She points out and he looks down.

"Perhaps I don't wish to teach her." He tells his grandmother and she snort.

"Brother Highgarden must have a lady." His sister states and he nods.

"I will do what she can't." He replies and the two women look at him unhappily.

"You'll work yourself to death Willas." His sister states with a gasp.

"I'll do what's necessary. But she will not need to know of court. I refuse to bring her to the capital. She will not be near that man again and the crown prince is no better." He states annoyed.

"She must know how to speak to people." Margaery replies.

"I'll not have her change in such a way. I don't want her to look at someone and wonder what their motive is. I want her to be happy and carefree. I will take care of those who want to hurt us. I have people watching her. She will be just fine." He states looking down at his wife.

"You can't be serious Willas. You can't always be there." Margaery states and he looks at his grandmother who has been quiet.

"You've already made up your mind. Nothing I can say could change it." His grandmother states annoyed. "Your becoming more like your father every day you spend around that girl. She's making you irrational."

"Perhaps." He states smiling looking down at her and pulling her up tighter to him.

Chapter 16:

Lyanna:

Her body hummed as her lips met his. He drug her to him until her body was pressed hard against his. She felt his fingers run through her hair bringing her mouth closer to him. Her lips slanted over hers and when she pulled back from him his eyes were black. His hands skimmed over her and she shivered. His fingers pulled at the front laces of her dress and as it fell off her his hand reached out and

Lyanna shot up from the bed. The motion jolted her from Willas's arms and he startled sitting up looking around worriedly. She felt panicked. What was that? Willas reached for her and she flinched away. He frowned at her in the pale light of morning.

"What's wrong Lyanna?" He asks and she shuddered at his voice a stab of longing running through her.

He had spoken to her in her dream the soft timber of his voice rolling across the skin of her neck. Willas must have felt something from her because he made a choking sound and reached out for her but she was too quick. She jumped from the bed grabbing a dress pulling it over her body. Willas rises behind her coming to stand behind her. He reached out for her his finger skimming over her shoulders. He pulled her too him and his arms wrapped around her.

"Let me go." She states her voice wavering. He hesitates but eventually his arms drop from her. She runs from him frantically and not knowing where else to go she walks right into Margaery's tent. Her good sister takes one look at her and sighs.

"What did my brother do?" She asks.

"Nothing." She tells him because it's true Willas did absolutely nothing. This is herself her own worries. Her own confusion her own mind. Her own dreams. She doesn't understand not really and the fact he knows he can feel that stab of longing she felt when he spoke her name. It makes her feel scared and ill and odd.

Willas:

He sat in the wheelhouse. He was somber today. His wife had decided to sleep with Margaery instead of him this past week. He would like to say it didn't bother him but it did. It ate at him. It tore him up inside. He had felt it. When she woke. The longing she felt when he spoke to her. Why had she felt that? Was she starting to feel something for him? Was it from her dream? Had she been dreaming of something? Had she been dreaming of him. He knows he dreams of her every night. He sighs rubbing his hand over his face.

"You look tired brother." Margaery states with a slight ring in her tone.

"I'd imagine he'd sleep better you've stolen his bed mate." His grandmother replies and Willas winces. As if he would sleep better without Lyanna next to him. As if it was possible.

"Whatever did you do to her Willas?" Asks his sister and he sighs.

"Margaery I didn't do anything something spooked her and I've no idea what. She wakes up abruptly and then I feel." He sighs but his sister looks even more curious.

"What did you feel?" She asks and even his grandmother is looking at him with curiosity now.

"Longing." He states frustrated. His sister chokes in laughter and his grandmother isn't much better. He sighs.

"Longing as in, your wife might actually be attracted to you longing?" His sister responds through bursts of laughter.

"Yes Margaery that type of longing. Although I fail to identify who it was directed to. She could have been dreaming about that stupid Kracken up north for all I know." He huffs out. His sister laughs again.

"Oh no it wasn't the Kracken she was dreaming of." Margaery states and he narrows his eyes at her.

"Who then." He growls out.

"You. I have it on authority from the girl herself that she was dreaming of you. In fact she was very disturbed by said dream she cried over it for nearly an hour." Margaery smiles his way.

"So it was not a good dream then?" He tells the wheelhouse.

"Oh no brother it was most definitely a good dream." His sister states raising her brow and now he's completely confused.

"I don't understand and I don't know what to do." He tells her with a sigh.

"Well you best do something as much as I like her, I would like my tent to myself." Margaery tells him and he wonders what exactly he should do. On one hand he is beyond ecstatic that she dreamed of him he's beyond ecstatic that she might began to think of him in that form of way. But on the other her reaction to it was not what he expected.

"I think I might ride today." He tells his family stopping the wheelhouse and climbing out.

He gathers his stallion. Its his favorite well bred and perfect temperament to keep him in the saddle. When he is ready the group starts moving again and he rides up to Lyanna. His brother is speaking to her when he approaches.

"Loras, grandmother has need of you." He tells him and his brother looks at him disbelievingly but leave them.

Lyanna doesn't look at him rather she stares straight ahead with no emotion.

"Lyanna. You've been avoiding me." He states.

"Why?" He asks and she looks down to her hands.

"I hate how you can feel what I do." She states instead of answering his question and he's caught off guard. He loves it. He loves feeling her emotions.

"I have no privacy with you. Your everywhere your even in my head." She keeps speaking and he frowns. Why would she need privacy from him anyhow? He's her marked this is the way these things are.

"I just sometimes I don't know what I'm feeling but then you feel it and you know and its more real more terrifying." She tells him still not looking at him.

"Is it so terrifying to want your own husband?" He asks genuinely curious as to how she feels. Her embarrassment flashes through to him and he staunches a laugh.

"I don't want, I don't. I don't like you." She spits out struggling.

"Alright. You don't. That's fine." He tells her he tries not to sound angry. He's not honestly, he knows now she at least finds him attractive to some degree. He realizes she won't admit to it anytime soon. He is tiring of these games. He is tired in general. He wants her back in his bed and if he has to lie to get her there at this point he doesn't care.

"But you are imposing upon my sister. You have to come back to our bed." He tells her flatly. She looks up and him guilt on her features.

"I know. I am sorry my lord." She states and he grows more annoyed. Why is everything so hard with this girl, this woman. Why doesn't she ever understand him.

"You will not run to Margaery when there is something wrong understand?" He asks her and she nods.

"If there is a problem ever you come to me. Even if I am the problem understand?" He tells her and she flinches slightly.

"Just if something makes you unhappy, or uncomfortable you tell me, me." He states and she frowns.

"I understand but why can I not speak to a friend." She states and he shrugs.

"You may. But they cannot solve the problem. One day you will tell me of what you dream." He speaks and she reddens.

"You don't have to start today but eventually I would like to be the one who knows these things." He states and allows her to run off forward.

She slips into his tent at night sliding in behind him. He turns and holds her close she tunnels into him as she always does. She speaks to the darkness then. She can't speak to his face.

"I don't not like you." She whispers to him.

"I know." He replies just as softly with a kiss to her cheek.

"Your right I should tell you when I have problems." She states then and he smiles.

"Yes, you should." He tells her.

"And when I don't like something?" She states almost as if she's asking.

"And when you don't like something." He tells her.

"That won't make you angry?" She asks him hesitantly and he almost laughs.

"No not at all." He tells her with another kiss.

"I don't like not having a tent of my own." She tells him and he hums he knew that.

"I don't like being ordered around." She tells him and he hums again he knew that too.

"But I like this." She whispers so softly he can barely hear, hes not sure if it was even meant for him or for herself.

"Alright." He tugs her closer and presses another kiss to her cheek.

"Do what you like Lyanna." He tells her and he's almost hit in the face as she spins around to face him. She reaches up to his face and he catches his breath. He can feel her own breath hit his face as she connects her lips to his. Its soft and hesitant and he can hardly believe it. She pulls away from him just as fast as she kisses him and he wonders if he imagined it.

"Thank you, my lord." She states softly her arms wrapping around him. He can't even feel the annoyance in her not using his name. His entire heart is fluttering. Joy rushes through him and if she feels it, she doesn't say anything. She just lays there wrapped around him until she drifts off to sleep. He, he hardly sleeps thinking of just what his Lyanna was thinking.