Since Ned's arrival, Lyanna stopped regularly visiting the docks. Already the Gods had smiled on her once, granting her Ned's appearance. It seemed greedy to hope and expect anything more, but it didn't extinguish her curiosity or interest in others that were brought to the island. There were so many that had come that she hadn't expected: nieces and nephews that she might have never known, a Targaryen queen with dragons that hatched from stone eggs, and figures that had been aged past her memory.

It almost seemed like a game to guess who might be next.

But never in all of her trying would she have expected another of her brothers to appear. Fate had been cruel in so much else, why would it offer her another glimmer of happiness in her life? After all she had learned of what her choices had lead to, she should not be so blessed.

The sight of Benjen stilled those thoughts and questions, forcing them to seep away from her conscious mind. He was older, as Ned had been, cold and pale in a way she didn't recognize. He was battle hardened and scarred, but his eyes still held the boy she remembered from her youth. The child that she had played at swords with.

"Benjen?" She asked, approaching him slowly. "Is that you?" She didn't need to ask. She knew it was him.