"Wait until you see the dragon." Lyanna said with obvious glee in her voice. "They young Targaryen princess hatched them from stone eggs. She has one with her and I've seen it flying in the sky. It's incredible." It was almost like stepping into the stories they heard as children. They played at being dragons when they were small. Lyanna had even named one of their father's hounds "Balerion." But never did she imagine seeing one flying above her.

"It is what she told me." She doesn't know very much about the state of the family from when Sansa or Benjen were taken from. She only heard snippets and had to piece together their lives from there. It seemed minuscule compared to the war everyone spoke of, the war that toppled the Mad King.

"So much seems to have happened since Ned..." she hadn't been there to witness it, but the idea still hurt her all the same. "He didn't...die? Not the way they said..." Would he know? Had he heard?