Howling Wolf

03

Alright...my poor Lyna is so lost in this world. Haha she just knows how to fight and nothing more. Enjoy her awkwardness.

The next morning was a blur but she knew there was something weird going on when multiple handmaidens were working on dressing her at once. Her brows rose some but she didn't ask a question. Instead she let them bath her, do her hair, and dress her. At first she was hesitant about not having her braid but the women had convinced her that with the dress she needed her hair down. The gown was the last thing and she didn't have a moment to look at it. Instead they slipped her into it and then allowed her to look. It felt fair too tight and uncomfortable but she assumed that was because she had never wore a gown.

She stared at the gown in slight disgust at the lace before one of the maidens mentioned the back. It had a bear and wolf with their heads interlaced. She smiled faintly, knowing it had to be her mother's just by that and the deep forest green of the dress. Then it registered, she was representing both her father and mother's house...this wasn't something to take lightly. They were trying to marry her off! Panic set in and without much thought she took off running. It was difficult in the gown but by the time anyone noticed what she was doing she was already running down the hall. Lyna was thinking too much and ended up smashing right into something hard. It sent her backside into the ground.

She laid there for a moment, unsure she could even get up until she felt a pair of strong arms scooping her up. Her grey eyes came up to meet the same ones from last night.

She froze and he smirked. "Running off somewhere Lady...." he was in search of her name. His voice was laced with an unfamiliar accent and she couldn't figure out his house even from his attire.

Her cheeks slowly redden and she mumbled. "Stark, it's Lady Stark." She cleared her throat and started trying to get free but he wasn't budging. "I'm not running anywhere...I just thought I heard someone calling me Lord....." she was in search of his name now.

His smirk deepened and he slowly set her on her feet but held her close just so she wouldn't take off again. "It's actually 'Your Grace.' Prince Oberyn of Dorne."

Her cheeks redden further and she blinked rapidly. He was a prince and she had just been rude twice already. She quickly curtsyed, "I'm sorry Prince Oberyn..I don't get out too often."

He chuckled and gently stroked her cheek with one of his slightly calloused fingers. She quickly grabbed it and gently pushed it away. "What do you mean you don't get out much? With a complexion of yours you must."

Lyna opened her mouth to answer but one of her maidens came to her and snatched her up. She lead her to the throne room without a word and made her sit beside her father. She could feel The Queen's eyes burning into her but she simply didn't care. It gave her more confidence. She sat straighter and held her head up. Ned looked over at just the right moment and smiled wearily.

"You look just like her even in that gown." He seemed sad almost and it brought tears to her eyes. She went to say something to comfort him but he beat her to it. "I love you Lyna, just know that." He kissed her head lovingly and tried not to mess up her dress.

She wanted to say something but words didn't come and when they finally did Oberyn was presented and they all stood. Of course Lyna stood later then everyone else.