● G A M E O F T H R O N E S ●
It's not that I need saving. It's that I need to feel that I'm worth saving. There's a difference.
[Season 1-8]
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“LYANNA?” SHE TURNED AROUND WHEN HER NAME WAS CALLED TO SEE RENLY WALKING TOWARDS HER AND JAIME. “SER JAIME.”
“Well, if it isn’t the blushing groom to be.” Jaime smirked at the two of them. “My congratulations on your upcoming nuptials. May your marriage be long and successful.” The sound of sarcasm in his voice was evident as he walked away from them.
“I hope he wasn’t harassing you.” Renly asked, watching Jaime walk away.
“Oh, no.” She shook her head. “We were talking about our little sparring match.” Lyanna chuckled a little when she noticed the worry on Renly’s face. “Don’t be so worried, it’s only for fun. And I am a good swordsperson.”
“The Mountain will be having another jousting match, this time with Ser Loras Tyrell. Would you care to sit with me?”
“It’d be my honour.” Lyanna smiled as Renly took her hand, leading her to their seats. As Lyanna sat down, she noticed Ned had finally arrived, sitting with Sansa as Arya left to go to her secret sword class.
The Mountain rode back out, wearing the same armour as before. The crowd once again cheered for him.
“The Knight of Flowers.” Lyanna spoke as a handsome young man came riding out along the bleachers, holding a rose. He stopped right in front of Lyanna and Renly. He reached across and handed the rose to Lyanna. “Thank you, ser Loras.” He then quickly turned to Renly, smiling at him. Lyanna noticed how red Renly’s face went, it was the same colour after he had kissed her. And that’s when the ball dropped. As Ser Loras rode off, Lyanna turned to Renly, who looked at her with a guilty expression. “I wish you were free to follow your heart, Renly.”
“Excuse me?” Renly nervously spoke.
“You know exactly what I’m speaking of.” Lyanna looked at Renly and then to ser Loras.
“Please don’t tell anyone.” Renly leaned in closer to her.
“Your secret is safe with me.” Lyanna placed her hand over Renly’s. “I promise.”
They stopped talking when they heard the Mountain’s horse get agitated. Just like with ser Hugh, the Mountain and ser Loras were on each end of the fence. She turned to see Renly getting nervous. “Don’t worry, the Mountain won’t hurt him.”
“Say that to ser Hugh.” Renly quickly replied.
“A hundred gold dragons on the Mountain.” Littlefinger’s voice rang out as he turned around to the two of them.
“I’ll take that bet.” Lyanna smiled at him.
“Now, what will I buy with 100 gold dragons?” Littlefinger asked, trying to sound smug. “A dozen barrels of Dornish wine? Or a girl from the pleasure houses of Lys?” Lyanna rolled her eys at the last option.
