She had wandered close to the docks, watching the new arrivals with interest, hoping that there would be one among them that she would know. If luck was on her side, Ned would appear and they could be reunited.

Instead of Ned, however, it was a figure that Lyanna knew and remembered. Prince Oberyn, apparently older now, disembarking from the boat. She spied him among the crowd, meeting his eyes with hesitation.

"Prince Oberyn?"