"King Robert," Lyanna whispered, her face becoming stony and cold. She was the epitome of the North in her anger, as fierce as a wolf and unrelenting as the chilled winds. Robert was apparently King, slaughtering thousands in his quest to fulfill his desires and ego, claiming it had anything to do with her. She wanted nothing to do with his bloodshed or excuses, none of it mattered to her. How could Ned not predict her actions or thoughts? How could he allow Robert this behavior? Usually he controlled his friend so well, or at least enough to spare others from pain.

"You went to the Wall? Benjen had spoken of it when he was younger, he claimed that he wanted to fight the demons and monsters that lurked in the eternal winters. Did he follow his dream?" She asked hopeful.