Jon and Daenerys, the last Targaryen, reign together seventeen years over the Seven Kingdoms. With their twin son and daughter, Prince Rhaegar and the Princess Lyanna, about to turn eighteen, it is time for the monarchs to forge alliances between th...
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Lyanna Targaryen
"Good morning, princess" Lyanna heard a soft voice invade her sleep and dreams.
She remained quiet. Still with her eyes closed. Awake, but contemplating in her imagination the images of the dream that had already dissipated in her mind.
A night sky. The most beautiful she has ever seen. With intense stars shining a violet glow to her. She still felt the thrill of the flight. And still shivered at the voice that called her name. A voice that called her name above the wind, which wanted something while she just stared at the violet stars. In the dream she had been reluctant to look where the voice came from. Lyanna felt fear as she tried to hold on to something roaring to break free from herself. But it was not strong enough. The voice has won. Always won. And when he turned his face to her, a strange sense of fullness invaded her. Until she heared good morning, princess.
What a strange dream. Whose voice was that? She didn't recognize it. Lyanna thought. Eyes still closed. Just a dream. It was just a dream.
"Highness?" Lady Jane Rosby's voice, one of her ladies-in-waiting, called her again. A literal call to reality. She thought resignedly.
"Hmmm." Lyanna grumbled. "Good morning, Jane" she said still drowsy, hoarse, rubbing her eyes and stretching.
Together with Lady Jane some servants were already entering and scattering in her room, opening the heavy curtains that hid the sea view of Blackwater Bay, collecting and replacing things all over the place.
"Still sleepy? I see Your Highness kept reading until late..." Lady Jane observed, picking up two books that were mixed with the blankets on Lyanna's bed and handing them to one of the maidservants.
"I read as usual. You're waking me up early" Lyanna replied, sitting back grudgingly.
She always carried books to her room and always read them until her eyes could no longer stand open. And Jane knew that.
"Forgive me, Your Highness. It's still early, it's true. But your presence was requested at today's Little Council meeting, remember?" Lady Jane told her, a little embarrassed.
"I am" Lyanna said, still rubbing her burning eyes from the lack of rest. Or perhaps by the magical luminosity of the stars in her dream
"There is no way to forget. And believe me, I tried," she added, watching Jane give her a sympathetic look. It was not needed much effort to figure out which subject would be addressed at the Little Council meeting that morning. Not with her birthday coming up.
"Come on, Lys. Time to wake up," said Lyanna, touching the large white-haired wolf lying on the floor beside her bed. Her wolf opened its violet eyes and looked at her. The color of those eyes made her think of the dream once more. Lyanna startled the remembrance "Don't look at me like that, young lady. It's not even a bathing day for you today," she said, getting a lick from Lys. And they won't even try to get you a husband. She thought, sighing hopelessly. Lys shivered in disgust, as if it had heard her thoughts. Lyanna gave her a small smile. Exactly, Lys.
