**Darius**
Darius arrived at the docks to find the Onion Knight's boat abandoned. Upon asking where the duo had fled his only response was a nod towards the city.
Darius didn't want to take Ser Davos's life, especially not in front of Lya.
If there was any other way.. he would take it without hesitation.
He had to protect Lya, even if that meant killing the people she loved.
**Lyanna**
Her Kepa had booked them a room in a small inn. When the woman looked her other with skeptical eyes, her Kepa placed 2 more coins into her hand. The woman nodded, agreeing to keep the information to herself. She instructed them where to go before turning her back to them.
It was getting worse..
Before this people only glanced at her, shrugging their shoulders and turning a blind eye to her likeliness to the Targaryens. Those of whom suspected her lineage stayed silent upon seeing her. It was their way of thanking her mother for dying for them..
But there was some who didn't care.. they didn't want to think of Lyanna as a person. They thought of her as an investment or a deal, something to give to the vile woman that wanted her dead so badly. Maybe they thought they'd get knighted? Become a lord?
Lyanna's 18th name-day would soon be upon them. She knew it and now she was ensuring that her name-day would not come to pass.
"We'll leave in a few hours, get some rest." Her Kepa said softly as he closed the door of the room behind him.
Lyanna nodded and curled up on the bed, gently closing her eyes.
In the deepest part of Lyanna's mind she could see her, or at least she tried. Her father had her portrait hanging above her cot. Lyanna saw it everyday for 5 years.
It was the first thing Lyanna saw in the morning and the last thing she saw at night.
Her mother's beautiful face.
Long white hair spilling down her shoulders, a mesmerizing face that bewitched those who beheld it and...
Her beaming eyes that stared adoringly at the baby in her arms..
Lyanna.
She hoped her mother looked at her that way, she really did. Her father insisted she did.
She could still remember it.
Her small feet were bare as she ran down the hall of the palace. Her father didn't even need to ask who was knocking on his chamber door in the middle of the night.
He only smiled at her and lifted into his arms before carrying her back to bed. She only wanted him to tell her more stories, he knew that.
He tucked her into bed and whispered stories of his childhood of Winterfell and her family. She was excited, they were meant to visit Winterfell within the week, maybe 2.
He didn't know High Valerian. But there was one word he clung to and ensured Lyanna used it. Whenever she spoke of her mother she always called her Mhysa.
'Mother.'
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Endure
Fanfiction"Move slowly, breathe quietly and she won't find you.." Lyanna Targaryen has lived in secret her entire life. Unable to move without the constant thought that a growing power in her home land is hunting her down. They want her dead, they want every...
