Chapter 1

= Riverrun =

Edwyn stood with the rest of his family as they saw Brandon of House Stark and heir to Winterfell arrive with some of his family for the up and coming tourney that Lord Whent will be hosting at his castle of Harrenhal. Riding beside Lord Brandon was a handful of men and women that will also go to this event but one face stuck out more and that was Lord Brandon's sister and betrothed of Robert Baratheon, the Lady Lyanna Stark who was riding a horse which surprised most and even himself for a moment.

There was another matter as to why Lord and Lady Stark came here as well and that is because his cousin Cat will be wedding and Lord Baratheon will also be doing the same with Lyanna, a handful of marriages will be happening soon and plenty more to come with his other cousin Lysa coming to be ready for engagement as well but he shook his head if thoughts and worries and became determined on the tourney that will be happening soon, almost seven days from now actually.

Once the greetings were out of the way and such, his uncle Lord Hoster held a feast for everyone, not a large one but big enough to show respect to the northern lords in his home. As for himself, he is too much like his father and preferred to only watch from afar as everyone else had plenty of fun with one another, as Lyanna giggled and laughed with Lysa and the other maidens, as Lord Brandon continued to dance with Cat and also watched his other cousin Edmure dance with a few of the northern maidens that came down.

He then felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see his father and the famous Blackfish of House Tully although he himself would never call him such, he was his father and a knight of all things considered, that and he is quite the famous war hero that fought many battles during the War of the Ninepenny Kings. He greeted his father with a smile and gave a greeting hug to the man before him then parted to chat a little.

People say that he looks much like his father and he'd be lying to say they were wrong, he has everything from his bloodline from the red hair to the blue eyes, high cheekbones and broad-shoulders, the one thing he got from his Redwyne blood is his mothers gentle personality. Although their is one thing he didn't get from him and that was his fondness of music as he would sometimes spend hours in the godswood playing the lute and such things, but if there is one sweeter song he enjoys more are the clashing of blades, a love he got from age eight and forward.

"Ain't enjoying your self are we? I half expected you to be excited." His father asked of him and Edwyn let out a chuckle at his fathers joke and then a slight sadness fell over him as he recollected how his father was stubborn in fathering him.

Lets face it, he was a forced child and would assume if his father didn't concede then he wouldn't've been born or even thought of and that sometimes made him wonder if he was a son to him, or was he just a burden that took his freedom away. His mother must feel the same way as well since he never saw him treat her any way other than a cordial respect but nothing on the lines of affection or care, they don't even share the same bedroom.

"Not feeling up to it, I would rather get going to Harrenhal for this tourney than be here." He answered his sire after a moment of pause and saw his father chuckle then patted his sons back.

"Ah don't we all, at least go and speak to one of the women, you might even like one?" Brynden told him and Edwyn smiled a half-smile before he took a deep breath and spoke once more.

"I need some wine." He uttered then left the little spot he was at to find himself some wine or anything really.

It was a little short-lived walk though because as he was close to the table, he bumped into someone and he quickly said his apologies before bringing his blue eyes to stare into the grey eyes of Lyanna Stark, from afar you couldn't see the beauty of her but once you were close enough you could definitely see it as her dark hair came down like water to her waist and her skin which gloomed like a full moon in the night and her grey eyes which could pierce ones soul if she ever bid it. He quickly remembered his courtesy and gave a bow to her.

"Sorry Lady Stark, I was going to get something to drink and wasn't looking where I was going." He said with his good manners kicking in and the Lady Stark let a small smile escape her ice-like exterior.

"Fear not my Lord, in fact I was doing the same thing." She said back and brought a smirk from him this time.

"Oh? Well then, shall we go together." He offered by putting his arm out and a minute would pass before she linked her own around his and the two made way over to one of the tables where the food and wine was, he poured her a glass and then his own and took a sip before speaking, "So I hear you are wedding a Stormlander?" he questioned on purpose in a obvious tone and she scoffed a little before giving him a sarcastic look.

"No of course not, that is a vital secret which I mean to keep secret." She stated in a secretive voice and Edwyn couldn't help himself by chuckling in Lyanna's humor but afterwards, both smiling faces washed away and was replaced with longing to one another because of their past together.

When he was thirteen years old, his father by order of his uncle sent him north to foster with the Starks in Winterfell, he would have asked why him and not Edmure but his cousin was already being fostered with the Mallisters so to create further friendship with the wolves of Winterfell the son of the Blackfish was brought into service for his house and during this stay in the north, he became close to only Lyanna and Benjen because during this time, Eddard was in the Vale and Brandon was in Barrowton so he only met the two rarely.

His time with the Starks were nice and after a year, he grew to think he was apart of the house and a year after this, he and Lyanna shared one of several intimate moments with one another, the first time was shortly after the pact was arranged for her to wed Robert and she wasn't very happy and especially after she met the man and knew that he wouldn't remain faithful to her and he would agree for the man already fathered a bastard child.

In the last two months of his fostering, Lyanna became reluctant to let him go as he and her became too infatuated with one another to just call it done and move on but her begging Lord Stark for him to stay would have caused suspicion and it would ruin her name so he gave her one last night and promised that she would always have his heart, she cried in his arms that entire night until dawn and stood on the battlements to watch him leave with his father who came to get him. He stayed true to his word and hasn't taken another into his bed because he loved her and will always do until he lays dead.

His hands brushed against her own as they looked at one another but he quickly remembered that she is betrothed and tore it away before walking away until he came to a secluded balcony where he dismissed the sentry watching for any trouble to drink his wine in peace and stare into the night sky, as the wind brushed against his face and took in the river air around him. His body tensed as he felt a pair of slender arms wrap themselves around his waist and turned to see his love and cursed her for following him, 'Couldn't she just leave me with the memories, cant she move on and love another.' he thought.

"Please speak to me? Just a little bit more, that is all I ask." She uttered to him and he sighed before releasing himself to turn to her and give her what she wants.

"What is there to speak of? You are to be another's wife, our past should be forgotten." He tried to explain to her but she only shook her head stubbornly as the wolf blood began to resurge itself.

"No! I refuse to do so, I love only one and that is you." She started and then continued with, "Robert isn't faithful, he doesn't see the real me, just my beauty and not the iron underneath but you, you know me... I refuse to marry him and I will make this known at Harrenhal." She threatened and he responded by letting his hand betray him by cupping the woman's cheek in a loving manner. 'Do you remember what we said to one another, the night before you left inside of the Godswood? Do you remember the words." She asked of him and he nodded with a frown on his lips.

"Yes, I do... You are the Iron to my heart." He started and she finished with.

"And you are the steel that defends our solace."

The repeating of this vow brought the two into a kiss that was pressured by Lyanna embracing him and placing her lips to his, half of him wanted to push her away, to tell her to forget him and move on, but the other half welcomed her warmth which he hasn't had in a year since his leaving of Winterfell. The departed for his chambers after telling everyone they want to rest and thankfully they didn't feel any suspicion, soon after leaving the feast, they fell into a night of passion as they made love to one another after almost a year of being apart and they enjoyed every moment of it. Once they were done they simply laid on top of each other and stared into each others eyes, blue into grey, Tully into Stark. A union that solidified one thing and that is clear, their bond cannot be broken or bent that not even the gods above could break it.