❝Beautiful and willful and d e a d before her time.❞

She’s just exhausted.

❝The Targaryen prince loved his Lady Lyanna and thousands d i e d for it.❞

She misses her dragon.

❝The she-wolf and h e r silver prince.❞

She was wandering around the snowy grounds of Winterfell. The air was cold, sharp like a knife against her flesh, but Lyanna welcomed the sensation. It calmed her racing thoughts.

She longs for the company of the silver prince.

❝There is nothing I can give but this c h a n c e that you may live.❞

The secret of the Tower of J o y.

She wanders the halls of the castle, lost in thought. The night was cold and quiet, and her thoughts were heated. Winter was coming. She could feel it in her bones.

❝I wish some nights would l a s t forever.❞

Starter for 𝙎𝙀𝙍 𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙍 𝘿𝘼𝙔𝙉𝙀.. “Ser Arthur.” Damn it. Caught red-handed. Would the famed knight give up her secret? The she-wolf stood dressed in aged mismatched armour, holding a shield with the image of a weirwood painted on it. Fuck. This was bad. “Do not tell anyone.”