Lyanna's Story.
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Its The Day Of The Joust.
I Get Dressed And Meet My Family There,
Edd Smiles.
"You Look Beautiful Sister."
"I Know."
I Joke Back.
We Arive And Sit In The Front Row.
I Can Feel Robert Baratheons Eyes Beating At Me.
He Says He Loves Me But I Do Not Love Him
The Joust Is About To Begin
Prince Rhaegar Gave Me A Crown Of Blue Roses.
I Love Blue.
He Jousts And Wins.
He Invites Me To See Him.
I Jump Up And Down
"Congratulations My Prince."
"Thank You. My Beauty."
He Kisses My Hand.
"You Are To Kind My Prince."
"Call Me Rhaegar, And May I Write To You."
He Queries.
"Of Course."
I Smile.
"Till We Meet Again My Beauty."
For Many Mounths We Wrote To Each Other
Until...
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