The sight of the arrow hitting its mark earned a grin of approval from Lyanna. She had a bit of skill with the bow and arrow, used often during the hunt in the North. But it was the sword that held her loyalty. She had not trained, as a woman was expected for the softer education, yet she could thrust and wield, enough to protect herself.

It might not be as skilled as other men, but so long as she survived, it mattered little about her training.

The young man earned her admiration, not only in his shot but his earlier efforts to protect and shield the innocent. It was honorable, an act that her brother Ned would have done. Too many men preferred glory, chasing it at the expense of others. He didn't. That made him a greater man than the finest of knights.

Dropping her sword, she grabbed a nearby bow, taking shot as well, aiming for the eye as he had done.