"Gods take me, but that cannot be true!" She said, her hand gripping tighter against Sansa's shoulder. It had to be lies, did she not say before that she had lied, betraying Ned. Sentiment had convinced her that she was but a child, but no child could speak these horrible words! No one would dare claim that Rhaegar could be so easily defeated in battle! Not by Robert, no matter the rage fueling his hatred. "Why do you lie me? He is not dead! He cannot be dead!"

She released hold of her niece, turning on her heel. She wanted to strike out, to attack someone. Had Robert been before her, she would have torn out his throat. He took everything he pleased, interested in only his gratifcation! Wine, food, women! Even her brother's love! Now he took her happiness, her heart.

Thank the gods she did not live to be his wife! The stranger was a better husband than Robert would have been.

As soon as her rage was spent, exhaustion crept over her, smothering what was left of her fire. She felt weak, tired, and heart sick. Lyanna sighed, placing her face in her hands. "Rhaegar did not kidnap me. He did not rape me."