Lyanna hated her bethored Robert Baratheon, his presence, his cruelty and his touches. The only thing she didn't hated was his sister.

The girl that came with him, same age as her and beautiful as a snow she grew up, since she arrived they had spend every minute together and Lyanna found herself falling from the black haired beauty

"I don't want your brother" Lyanna said as they walked through the Godswood of the Winterfell their hands almost touching

"I'm scared" The girl afraid of her own brother said panicking feeling the cold butn her skin

"I know, just breath with me. Slowly." Lyanna guided her