âIâm so sorry I couldnât protect you..â
Years ago death and turmoil raged over the Seven Kingdoms, lives were lost and a long-reigning dynasty wiped out due to the rise of the Usurper. Lyanna was no longer a girl, no longer the care-free vibrant spirit all those years ago but, now a woman grown and war had hardened her the tragic events and mistakes she made had snuffed out the burning light that was once in her eyes. All in the name of love, or rather what she thought was love and now her past stood right in front of her and it almost haunted her. His silver gold locks tucked away in the depths of his hood and violet gaze cast downward away from her own cold Northern one, there was a mixed emotion running through her on one side it hurt to see him and practically ripped her down to her core but, the other was angry and wanted to shout at him but, she wouldnât do that not here in her home where Jon lingered only some distance away.
Lyanna has no words for him at first or herself, she only shifts underneath the weight of her furs and Northern leathers as snow kisses the long locks that framed her face. He was sorry? After all these years he was only âsorryâ and for what? Leaving her locked away in a tower under the impression of false promises and reams? Allowing her to remain alone and almost faltering to death alone while she birther their child? What of Elia and his other two children, what would a sorry do for them now? It wouldnât bring them back and right the wrongs the two of them had done not in the slightest. âProtect me? I need no man to protect me.â Her tone is soft but, filled with underlying anger. âSurely you knew the consequences but, what can apologies do now? It does not change anything, it doesnât bring back the lives you and I destroyed nor does it change how I must watch my only son grow under the impression Iâm only his aunt and he a bastard. Sorry is years too late, Rhaegar.â
