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Blood of the Dragon

Lyanna is still annoyed. Rhaegar too, but not for the same reason.
In the end they make peace (?)

The first thing Lyanna did upon entering the castle, even though she was tired and dirty, was ask for Maester Byron scribes of the royal library a detailed copy of the blessed scroll she held in her hands.

It didn't matter if they were busy, if they had more important things to do. Her orders were very clear. They should start immediately. She would not submit to that again, another day with Rhaegar around town. No way.

Maester Byron seemed to understand the urgency of her request as he hurried off.

Maybe she had been too hard on the Maester, because of the anger she was feeling about Rhaegar and his games. From that stupid attempt to make her the ideal princess, when she wasn't and never would be.

"Who does he think he is?" She huffed, frustrated, out loud, talking to herself.

Thinking about it, she had taken her anger in who didn't deserve it, Lyanna left the library with a twinge of guilt.

Thanks to her dear brother, she now had a responsibility to the child she had helped and even though she would never admit it to him, she was worried.

"It is extremely important that the girl is treated with priority" emphasized Lyanna, the child looked very bad.

"As your highness wishes," said the Grand Maester, who looked surprised.

Maester Byron had stayed, though she was sure the motives had been different.

The old man assured her that he would take care of the child. Lyanna grunted in thanks and stomped down the tower staircase, walking to Maegor Fortress, wondering how much she needed to clean herself. She needed the silence and peace of her chamber; she didn't want to see anyone's face for a few hours until her head has cooled.

I need to read something. Something good and hard that makes me forget this day. She thought as she walked. She even had something in mind already. A treatise on styles and calculations of buildings from different corners of Westeros and Essos. Perfect.

Thinking about it, how much reading would occupy her thoughts, suddenly she was calmer. She wanted to ride Khaleeth and fly to Summerhall and be alone there, away from everything.

Summerhall.

Lyanna closed her eyes for a moment thinking of the peace of the old palace. Targaryen Summer Holidays. A place once tragically marked, but now rebuilt. And that would be hers officially very soon. Just like Dragonstone would be Rhaegar's. No one would take Summerhall from her. She would never need to abandon it. It would be hers for the rest of her life. Even if she were living in the castle of her future husband. She would have a place to go when she wanted to. A place of hers. And that was somehow a great consolation.

But until that day came, she had a tumultuous life in the Red Keep.

Hers and Rhaegar's rooms occupied the opposite ends of one floor, at part of the Fortress Adjacent to them were accommodations for Lyanna's ladies and Rhaegar, in this case, all Tarly boys. And right in the middle was a common room, not very large, smaller than the Queen's room below, but comfortable enough to receive a group of twenty or thirty people.

Lyanna had never used it. The space was practically Rhaegar and his friends to drink and do whatever they wanted for hours at a time, as she had already seen. But not that day. Not so early. Because when Lyanna came to the wing reserved for her and her brother, and heard the commotion from the hall, it made her feel an immediate twinge of discomfort cross her head. And the twinge only intensified when she heard laughter. Guffaws. Reaction to Jon Tarly's voice telling what seemed to be a dirty joke.