It had all happened so fast, from Lyanna’s ‘abduction’ to the breakout of war, and now here you were.

The Prince had ordered you to take Lyanna to an abandoned tower in Dorne, somewhere no one would ever look for her, somewhere safe. You had both been told it was only for a few weeks but that was almost seven months ago and still you remained.

The villagers nearby brought you food and the local midwives would check Lyanna and the baby growing inside of her and you had to wonder when it would all be over.

As you sat on a rock outside, the sun bearing down on you, you glanced up as you heard slow footsteps in the sand approaching from behind.

“Gods, I need fresh air…”

The Northern Lady would groan as she had one hand on her stomach and the other supporting her back.

“Have you news from Rhaegar?”

She asked, trying to sound casual but biting her lip in the way she did when she was anxious.