Her blue eyes darkened with anger. Much like Arya, Lyanna didn't listen to sense or to her conscience. She knew better than to let Sansa's words provoke her, but the insult to both herself and to Rhaegar was too much for her to ignore. The stories of the future, what happened to her family, what happened to Rhaegar and to herself. All of it built up until her temper couldn't hold back any longer.

She struck Sansa swiftly and hard, her hands shaking with rage. "Don't you ever say that to me! You know nothing what happened then, only the lies that others filled your head with! But it seems the truth is not something you are on good terms with! You lied so that you could marry Robert's monstrous spawn! Why should I believe anything you say?"

She wanted to spit in disgust, she wanted to tear Sansa's hair out. Anything to silence these horrible rumors. "If you knew your history, you would know that it is possible for the Targaryens to marry more than once! Rhaegar wed me under a Weirwood tree! I am no whore but his wife! You call me otherwise and I will do the same to you as that Baratheon bastard did to my brother!"