I feel awful. I lied... I said 'once a month' but here we are... It's a bloody may and it's been 3 months since the last update and I feel extremely bad that you had to wait sooo long for this... I'm really sorry. It's just that my 'writer's mind' is annoying and starts working at inconvenient time for me(it's usually when I don't have much time and have 3 exams like this week for example). But anyway I want to thank you all(old and new readers) who still stick with me and this story! Thanks for all the comments, even these critical ones which make me see that my story sometimes doesn't make a sense(it's not that I'm complaining or something, it's just funny that I haven't thought about some points in plot to make it better e.g. Guest(3&4)).

Anyway, here's chapter 6!

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! (eh, sometimes I wish I had. But it would suck because everyone would be alive hehe) IT ALL BELONGS TO THE GREAT GEORGE R.R. MARTIN!

"Is it the last one?"

"Yes."

"To Lord Celtigar?"

"Yes."

"About what?"

"The same thing as the previous ones." Her husband sighed, his quill scratched the parchment. Lyanna stretched her legs, sprawling out snugly in the armchair in Rhaegar's solar.

Lyanna examined the paintings of the previous Targaryens. If the likeness of Prince Daemon Targaryen was accurate, then Rhaegar looked just like him. Would her child look like Rhaegar? Or would be more like a Stark?

A moment of silence passed.

"... Is it good then? That more people settle on the islands?"

"Dragonstone always lacked of inhabitants, the same with Driftmark or Claw Isle, so I do think it's good. Our lands are fertile and the bay is rich in fish, people just need to make use of it."

They can also join the fleet and fight for you and not for the King. Lyanna mused, even if Rhaegar told her that the Crownlands were more likely to stand with Aerys than him. Lord Velaryon of Driftmark, master of ships supported his King with a great dedication.

"When you're done, my lord husband, can you take me for a stroll?"

"Of course." He sent her a smile, but it didn't reach his dark eyes. He probably suspected that she wanted to talk about rebellion again, the subject Rhaegar forbade to talk about in the castle.

Rats are hard to root out, dear lady wife, as well as bird's nests.

A light breeze hit her face while they were walking down the stony path to the beach. Lyanna liked this place very much, she usually sat in the small summer house looking at the sea and pondering about the lands on the other side of the pond. It was calming and yet wistful because she imagined herself free and adventurous, travelling on different ships through the Free Cities.

"Did he not agree? On the betrothal?" Lyanna asked with a tinge of hope in her voice. Her husband played with his ring, the rays of sun played on the ruby.

"No, he agreed."

"Oh." Lyanna swallowed hard. Judging by Rhaegar's foul mood she assumed that Lord Tywin didn't give his consent to Ned and Cersei's marriage. "You seemed angry this morning."

"I was... I still am." Rhaegar said edgily and looked around them, making sure they were alone. "I should've thought it over again before I'd written to Lord Lannister... I thought I had him and it would strengthen our arrangement and then he requested something else and I would've been a fool if I hadn't agreed. I should've proposed to marry Cersei off to someone else."

"Agreed on...?"

"Releasing his son from the Kingsguard. He wants Ser Jaime back as his heir."

Lyanna sat down on the bench completely dazed. "Lannisters!... Always cunning and scheming!" And woman from that very family was to marry her dear brother now. "But wait... Can you do this, Rhaegar? Release him so easily? I thought only death can break the vows."

Her husband grimaced and sat in front of her. "When I'll be a King, I can... One just need to have a good excuse and it wouldn't be frown upon anymore."

When I'll be a King. His words caused an unpleasant feeling in her belly. She patted her bump in a soothing manner as if she wanted to assure their baby that everything would be fine.

"Releasing Ser Jaime," Rhaegar continued, clearly angry at himself. "sounded senseless, I doubted it would work because-" He stopped and ran his fingers through his silvery hair. "Because I was-am certain that my father will use Jaime as a hostage... Or in worse case he'll burn him alive for Tywin's betrayal."

"You have a valid reason to think like that thus you thought that you're one step ahead of Lord Lannister." Lyanna squeezed his hand. She had to support him with all her might. Rhaegar's rebellion was all that mattered now, it was a determinant of their families' life and Lyanna intended to keep them all alive.

"Tell me about Lord Arryn. Have you written to him yet?" Lyanna advised him to do it as old Lord Jon was very attached to Eddard and treated him like his own son.

"Yes, but a week passed and I'm still without an answer."

"I assure you, he'll stand with you, even if it's just because of his fatherly love for my brother. If Ned and my father fight, Lord Arryn will too." She smiled at him.

"But he doesn't only treat your brother like his own son. Don't forget about Robert." Lyanna's smile fell. Robert Baratheon... She completely forgot about him. "I doubt my cousin would like to fight for me." Rhaegar shook his head with a knowing smile. "I stole something precious from him and Robert made it clear that there's a bad blood between us."

He stole me? Lyanna felt her cheeks warming up and a flush covered her fair neck and chest.

"But I've never been his." Her words were rushed and she was sure the red on her face turned crimson, suddenly a mean voice murmured in her mind. Don't be vain, Lyanna, not everything concerns you!

Rhaegar looked pleased at her answer.

"Ashara wrote to me." Lyanna changed the subject quickly. She wanted Rhaegar to forget about the rebellion at least for a while. "She informed me that Prince Oberyn has another child! Can you believe it? It's his fourth bastard daughter! Ashara says that in Dorne they don't really frown upon that matter as in the rest of Westeros... But which high-born woman would like to have a husband like Oberyn with so many illegitimate children? I, for example, wouldn't tolerate it for sure... unless I would love him unconditionally... Ashara also heard from lady Amarissa Dondarrion, who heard from lady Barbara Bracken that Lord Walder Frey wants his grandson named after you, Rhaegar Frey" Lyanna couldn't help but giggle at how ridiculously it sounded. "to be your squire! I wrote back to Ashara that you, my dear husband, are uncommonly joyful at the news. She promised writing back to lady Amarissa and lady Barbara about your burning desire to have Old Frey's kin in your castle."

Horror on her husband's face made Lyanna double up with laughter. She missed moments like this when she would laugh so lightly.

"You really need a lady-in-waiting. You love gossiping and don't you dare tell me otherwise." Rhaegar grinned and she realized how much she enjoyed looking at him when he did that. He was even more handsome if it was even possible, and he looked careless and younger.

This is how my Rhaegar looks.

Lyanna smiled at him brightly and shrugged, flushing a little. Her raging hormones made her feel funny things. "I just miss Ashara. I enjoy her company very much and I trust her. I truly believe we are friends... I wish to invite her here, to Dragonstone."

"Then invite her if it's what you wish. It would be nice to see her again. And as I said you really need a female companion." He teased, stealing a kiss from her. She pushed him away, giggling and her body protested from the sudden lack of his warm and that tingly feeling all over her body.

Perhaps their baby protested too when a small kick brought her back from the high cloud she was sitting at.

Am I a bad person? Lyanna bit her nails with an uneasy expression on her face gazing at Ashara's letter.

Benjen would mock her and say that yes, she was a bad person. Eddard would look at her in disbelief and assure her wholeheartedly that she certainly wasn't a bad person. Brandon would ask her who made her think like that and where was that very person he had to kill for offending his little sister. And what about her lord father? He would probably deny she was bad too, or advise her to look for an answer in front on the Heart Tree.

Maybe I'm a bad person... No one is unstained.

The news that Elia Martell, or rather Elia Hightower now, was with child put Lyanna in such a good mood that later she scolded herself for this improper behaviour. Being happy because another woman was stuck in a loveless marriage and missing home terribly(because that was what Ashara wrote in her letters) was undignified and felt like a betrayal to all women. Once Lyanna herself felt like that in the begging of her marriage... But that silly feeling of satisfaction that Elia couldn't have Rhaegar was still niggling her at the back of her head.

It wasn't a secret that she didn't like Elia. And it was all Rhaegar's fault. Definitely his! If he hadn't given her reasons to dislike the Dornish Princess, Lyanna would've really enjoyed her company. He shouldn't have kept in close contact with Elia and made Lyanna jealous. He was a married man back then yet he still acted like it was nothing. She heard of men who acted the same way from other ladies at court and the result of this wasn't a nice one... Infidelity was a great problem in arranged marriages. Some women turned a blind eye to it, but Lyanna would never be able to do that.

And she hoped Rhaegar thought better than to hop in bed with some wench.

Lyanna scribbled a letter to Ashara and stormed out of her chamber to look for her lord husband and pass the good news of Elia's blessed state.

Rhaegar's reaction wasn't the one she expected. He seemed... upset. Lyanna bit inside of her cheek not to twist her face in pain. Her throat tightened and she felt like crying. She was so stupid to think that he didn't have any feelings for Elia.

"I think that's wonderful, isn't it?" Lyanna breathed loudly, forcing a smile on her face, but her voice wavered a bit. "Our children will be the same age. Perhaps they can be close companions someday?"

Rhaegar nodded, still not looking at her and dismissed his master-at-arms from the training yard. When the man drifted away that he couldn't hear them, her lord husband finally spoke.

"It's complicated some things." He tugged at his hair.

"Like?" Lyanna blinked the tears from her eyes. His behaviour stung her in the heart terribly. At least he could've waited till he was alone in his chambers to grieve for Elia.

"Hightowers won't join me."

"Oh." Lyanna gave a strangled gasp. Not everything concerns you, you goose!

Rhaegar closed on her and murmured. "Baelor will have a heir now that will be half Martell. He wouldn't switch sides for me. Martells won't stand with me for sure... Viserys and Princess Arianne are engaged which means-"

"-that if we die, she'll be a Queen." Lyanna ended for him. He nodded resigned. Hightowers had a great military advantage over other Lord Tyrell's bannermen and if Rhaegar was right, the Reach would support Aerys than him. They were always faithful to the King, and King Aerys was easy to please and manipulate, a little bit of flattery was enough to gain his favour.

Quick footsteps behind them grew closer and a brown-haired servant appeared from around the corner with a yellow envelope in his hands. Lyanna frowned, it had to be important if he ran all this way to them.

"Your Graces." Rufus bowed, still breathless from his run. "An urgent letter from King's Landing."

Rhaegar took the letter quickly and dismissing the boy, he ripped it open, scanning the parchment with his indigo eyes. His face grew paler with every word he read and Lyanna wrapped her arms around her stomach in a protective manner. She felt danger.

"Rhaegar, what is it? It's from your father?"

Her husband nodded, visibly shaken, and he skimmed over the letter again like he wanted to make sure it was true what he had read.

"Rheagar? What's happening?!"

"My father-he-" Rhaegar stammered and finally looked her in the eyes. "He summons us to the Red Keep."

"For what?"

"To meet new Hand of the King."

Sooo... In the next chapter: back to King's Landing! I'm so excited and I look forward to write chapter 7! And this time, I don't promise to update once a month...