There was a resemblance in his features that it was difficult not to be struck by. Ned appeared similar to the young man, especially in dour humor. She could remember Ned seated away from the festivities, watching with a soft smile, rather than joining Robert in drunken activities. Perhaps it was the cold of North, it had a way of dulling the fires of amusement and passions.
Save for her own.
Lyanna watched the man for a time, trying to decide where she had seen him before. He had a look about him of the North, there was a possibility he was from her world. Perhaps even was one of her father's men. But that seemed like a heart's wish, rather than what could be the reality of the situation.
With a small sigh, she shoved away her home sickness. Lyanna, never one to sit idle, moved towards the man, curious to at least know what had him so dour. She smiled, offering him a cup of wine. "You are not one for parties?"
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Save for her own.
Lyanna watched the man for a time, trying to decide where she had seen him before. He had a look about him of the North, there was a possibility he was from her world. Perhaps even was one of her father's men. But that seemed like a heart's wish, rather than what could be the reality of the situation.
With a small sigh, she shoved away her home sickness. Lyanna, never one to sit idle, moved towards the man, curious to at least know what had him so dour. She smiled, offering him a cup of wine. "You are not one for parties?"