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⋆˖⁺‧₊☽𓃦☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ heart this post for a starter from lyanna. ft @dcviline rhaegar.

"You   have   to   stop   doing   that."   Lyanna   feels   as   if   she   is   telling   him   this   every time   they   meet.   Everytime   he   looks   at   her,   it's   like   a   piercing   through   her   heart,   he   is   making   her   blush,   he   is   making   her   heart   skip   a   beat.   He   looks   at   her   through   the   tourney,   even   after   the   scandal,   in   which   she   is   wearing   the   crown   he   gave   her   despite   it   all,   across   the   feasts,   and   she   excuses   herself   to   go   away   for   a   walk.   She   finds   solace   in   the   Godswood   of   Harrenhal,   what   an   angry   tree   she   thinks,   those   slashes   to   it's   face   surely   a   sign   of   the   Gods   being   angry,   cursing   this   castle   for   every   man   who   own   it.  

And   yet,   it's   a   piece   of   home   away   from   it.   But   he   is   there,   she   feels   his   presence   behind   her,   she   is   so   familiar   to   it   by   now,   a   magnetism   she   tries   to   avoid.   "You   cannot   be   here   with   me   alone."   Lyanna   turns,   her   hand   remains   on   the   tree,   over   one   of   the   slashes   done   by   Dark   Sister   by   one   of   his   ancestors   before   looking   back   at   him.   "Your   wife   is   going   to   get   hurt,   I'm   going   to   get   hurt."   Why   must   he   take   place   in   her   head?   He   haunts   her   dreams   now,   what   a   vile   thing   to   do   to   a   young   woman,   to   plague   her   thoughts.  

"You   insist   on   following   me,   looking   at   me.   .   .like   a   man   looks   at   a   woman."   It's   not   proper,   certainly   not   for   him,   certainly   not   for   her,   with   her   own   betrothed   in   the   feast,   despite   his   boosting   and   a   woman   on   his   lap.   "You   are   a   plague   in   my   mind.   I   must   ask   you   to   stop."

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"You   are   the   Prince   of   the   Realm,   Your   Grace.   You   know   nothing   of   House   Stark   if   you   think   I   did   it   for   pride.   We   are   one   Kingdom,   and   we   protect   one   another,   it's   House   Stark's   duty   to   defend   those   who   cannot."   Woman   or   no   woman,   Lyanna   was   a   Stark,   as   capable   of   riding   in a  saddle   and   pierce   through   another   knight's   armor.   "The   North   Remembers,   Your   Grace.   I   cannot   stand   by   and   watch   cruelty   for   cruelty   sake."   They   did   not   deserve   to   be   humiliated   and   so,   she   repaid   with   the   same   coin.   No   one   found   out   and   thus,   they   remain   avenged   by   a   mysterious   knight.   Except   for   the   prince,   how   he   knew,   she   has   no   idea.   "Ned   is   his   friend,   he   must   have   some   qualities   worth   admiring."

  Futile   attempt   to   defend   her   future   husband   because   she   sees   none,   except   perhaps   the   honesty   in   his   words   when   he   speaks   of   her   beauty   or   shower   her   in   compliments.   Her   brother   surely   must   see   good   qualities   for   him   to   allow   Robert   anywhere   near   her.   "I'm   sure   Lady   Ashara   was   nothing   but   a   lady   with   my   brother."   She   had   laughed   with   Brandon   when   they   saw   them   dance,   but   then   saw   them   walk   away   and   she   wondered   if   Ned   had   grown   up   and   become   a   man.   She   blushes   at   the   thought,   regardless   she   smiles,   curtain   of   black   hair   covering   her   features   to   not   give   him   the   satisfaction   to   see   that   he   won   a   smile.  

"Why?"   Lyanna   complains   for   a   moment,   crown   now   in   her   head,   it   fits   her   nicely   alongside   the   braids   she   had   made   that   morning   and   the   blue   ribbons.   Winter   roses   are   rare   in   this   spring,   so   she   wonders   if   these   were   brought   from   Winterfell.   Indigo   eyes   pierce   through   her   as   she   remains   quiet,   letting   him   soak   in   the   image.   "I'   am   more   wolf   than   woman,   Your   Grace.   Keep   staring   and   I   will   bite."

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ YOU  PROTECTED  HIM,  BUT  THEN  YOU  TOOK  IT  FURTHER  WHEN  YOU  HUMILIATED  THOSE  KNIGHTS.  ❞  And  what  an  incredible  sight  it  was,  those  three  arrogant  fools  being  humbled  by  a  nameless  knight.  It  was  well  deserved,  as  undisciplined  and  cruel  as  they'd  proven  to  be,  the  opposite  of  everything  a  knight  should  stand  for.  Yet  they  are  only  commonplace  in  a  sea  of  thousands  of�� arrogant  fools  who  claim  the  title.  ❝ What  compelled  you  to  fight  outside  the  bounds  of  duty,  my  lady,  if  not  for  victory?  Was  it  your  own  anger?  Honor?  Pride?  ❞  Indigo  eyes  study  the  Stark,  the  flickering  emotions  that  flash  over  her  features,  that  press  of  her  lips  as  eyes  turn  from  him.  ❝ You  risked  much  in  your  actions.  You  did  something  that  no  one  else  at  this  entire  tournament  would  have  the  courage  to  do.  ❞

  ㅤㅤㅤThe  prince  cannot  help  but  give  a  sad  chuckle  at  her  comment  about  his  father,  but  there  is  a  twinkle  in  his  eye  when  she  speaks  of  Robert,  teeth  peeking  through  a  tilted  lip.  ❝ Mountain  goats  have  tempers,  too.  Am  I  supposed  to  fear  them?  ❞  Oh,  he's  seen  the  man's  temper  well  enough,  and  his  drink-fueled  escapades.  A  man  with  no  discipline  is  more  likely  to  dig  his  own  grave  before  anyone  else's.  ❝ Only  a  fool  cannot  reign  over  his  temper.  If  he  rages,  let  him  rage.  He  will  charge  himself  to  his  doom,  just  like  a  stupid  goat.  ❞

  ㅤㅤㅤHe  knows  little  of  the  Baratheon  elsewise,  outside  of  what  he's  seen  of  him  at  tourneys  and  feasts.  A  brutish  man,  and  this  is  who  they  intend  for  her  to  marry?  What  a  shame.  ❝ People  will  whisper  about  something  new  each  day,  and  then  they  will  forget  when  this  has  all  passed.  Such  is  the  nature  of  tourneys.  Already  they  whisper  about  your  brother  and  Lady  Ashara.  And  there  is  plenty  said  of  your  betrothed  as  well.  Remind  him  of  that  if  he  complains.  ❞  Rhaegar  grows  quiet  for  a  moment,  turning  the  crown  over  in  his  hand  once  more.  Then  it  is  lifted,  placed  gently  upon  Lyanna's  head  as  the  prince  speaks  softly.  ❝ Wear  it,  just  this  once.  If  only  for  a  moment.  ❞

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Lyanna   pauses   for   a   moment.   No   one   had   discovered   her   secret.   Ned   suspected,   but   he   was   far   too   entertained   with   his   dornish   lady   to   figure   out   and   Brandon   would   never   guess   it   was   his   little   sister   under   the   armor.   It   was   better   this   way.   This   was   not   her   proving   she   could   be   as   good   as   a   knight   as   a   man,   but   simply   proving   to   herself   that   she   had   skills   when   it   came   to   be.   "I   did   not   battle   for   victory."   Lyanna   simply   points   out,   still   struck   by   the   thought   that   he   had   found   out   her   identity   and   yet,   had   said   nothing   to   no   one.She   presses   lips   together   at   the   attention   to   detail   and   she   wants   to   huff   and   puff   looking   away   at   his   words.  

"Crannogmen   are   northern   folk,   it's   House   Stark'   duty   to   protect   all   of   those   who   came   from   the   North."   Silly   excuse   but   it   was   part   true.   Lyanna   felt   the   chill   in   her   bones   from   the   moment   she   was   a   child.   Eyes   fall   back   to   the   crown   offered   to   her.   "Your   father   angers   greatly   at   anything.   .   .Your   Grace."   It's   only   a   rumor   of   course,   but   Lyanna   was   told   by   her   father   that   the   King   was   a   man   of   little   temper.

  "It's   still   wrong.   You   should've   given   it   to   your   wife.   Specially   when   I'm   betrothed   myself.   Robert   too   has   a   temper."   She   still   has   no   opinion   on   the   man   who   is   to   be   her   husband   beyond   the   fact   he   is   Ned's   friend   and   has   a   bastard   but   regardless,   perhaps   it's   a   good   sign   he   is   offended   that   the   Prince   offered   her   the   crown.   Tourney   or   not.   "People   whisper.   I   don't   like   that."

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ THAT'S  NOT  WHAT  I'M  ASKING.  ❞  A  wild  one,  this  woman.  So  many  false  smiles  would  vie  for  his  attention,  but  her  expression  is  as  honest  as  it  is  scathing.  The  prince  knows  that  his  actions  will  be  talked  of  as  a  scandal,  presenting  this  token  to  one  who  is  not  his  wife,  but  it  was  something  necessary.  He  steps  forth,  taking  the  crown  of  blue  roses  that  she  had  set  aside,  turning  it  over  in  his  hands.  ❝ I  simply  wanted  to  give  you  what  you  deserve.  By  all  means,  you  should  have  been  the  one  to  win  this  crown  to  give  away,  am  I  not  correct?  ❞  The  corners  of  his  mouth  tilt  into  a  knowing  smile,  brow  quirking  above  an  indigo  eye.  ❝ You  were  the  mystery  knight,  were  you  not?  The  one  that  bore  the  sigil  of  a  tree?  You  bested  three  well-established  knights,  but  you  did  not  stay  to  claim  your  victory.  ❞

  ㅤㅤㅤHe  thinks  it  odd  that  no  one  else  could  puzzle  out  who  the  mystery  knight  was  when  it  had  been  so  obvious  to  him.  Even  her  own  betrothed  seemed  either  too  drunk  or  too  ignorant  to  recognize  who  hid  beneath  that  motley  of  mismatched  armor,  declaring  how  he  would  unmask  this  knight.  ❝ You  defended  the  Crannogman  when  those  squires  attacked  him.  And  then  you  disguised  yourself  and  shamed  the  knights  that  trained  them,  didn't  you?  Your  brothers  were  too  big  to  be  the  knight,  and  the  Crannogman  would  be  too  small  and  weak  to  take  his  revenge  that  way.  There  is  only  one  person  who  it  could  have  been,  ❞  the  prince  chuckles,  offering  the  crown  of  roses  to  her  again.  ❝ My  wife  owns  many  crowns.  This  one  belongs  to  you.  Though  you  must  know,  your  antics  have  angered  my  father  greatly.  ❞