Lyanna was secretly training in the Godswoods, sweat running down her face. She enjoyed the burn in her muscles, as she repeatedly swung her sword. It distracted her from how angry her father would be if he found out she was training, again.

It distracted her from thinking about Robert Baratheon, her betrothed, that lustful pig. And led her to thinking about, a fairer man. The silver haired kind.

Then, she heard a twig snap, and knew she'd been caught.