Since childhood, Lyanna thought that love was for pampered girls who read fairy tales with princes and romance, which she had never done in her life. She liked men's activities more: archery, horse racing, sword fighting. But her father, of course, did not allow her to do all this, trying to make her more feminine than she is now, which only made her more angry. And yet, apparently, the old gods cursed her, because when you, one of the sons of the petty lord of the North, came to Winterfell, Lyanna felt a strange warmth all over her body, especially in her chest, which was about to pop out of her chest.

Do you really want to go to the Wall and become a member of the Night Watch?

This is not the first time she has asked, I hope that your answer will change. She would not want to lose you in such a stupid way, because your face is imprinted in her memory as if she had known you all her short, but still life. Her gray eyes tirelessly followed your expression as you considered her question.

I think it's reckless. No doubt it's an honor, but you're depriving yourself of everything: travel, fame and... love.

The last word was difficult for her, and there was a certain sadness in her voice. She turned her head to the side to calm down, and so that you wouldn't see her suffering, which is literally written on her face.