Hound and Wolf alike, preface.1
Lyanna looked up at her mother. And her mother looked down upon her with a gentle smile. Lyanna smiled back as her mother waved her thin fingers through her ebony locks. "You have your fathers hair" said she. "Is that good mother" asked Lyanna. The queen nodded, her own scarlet lock cascading down her shoulders. "Ned has your hair mother" said Lyanna. "Ned does" the queen agreed. "When will I marry mother" asked Lyanna. "Child you are only ten, why do you worry so much about it" it was her father, the King who entered. Lyanna looked up at him. "Am I not betrothed to someone " she asked. Lots of her friends at the court spoke of their own betrothal. "Yes you" the King knelt in front of her. "To who will I marry" she asked, tilting her head. "Child I am brushing your hair" her mother said. "I am sorry" Lyanna muttered. The King laughed and stroke his daughters cheek. "Be not worried my little princess, your future lord husband is a man unlike any other" said he. "But what about Ned and Benjen" Lyanna protested, not wanting her father to forget her brothers. "Ned and Ben are princes, Robb is only lordling" said the King.
Jon paced up and down, knowing no rest. "My love, sit please" Fang said. "Sit and grow weary of ass on that damned Iron ornament" Jon looked at her, his grey eyes unreadable. Fang looked back, her blue eyes endless. 'Drowning eyes' Sam had once called them. Jon had to admit he was fully right. He found himself drowning in those eyes often times. But not now. "What bothers you Jon" asked Fang. "Lyanna" Jon answered after a short silence. "Can't a girl believe in fairytales" asked Fang. Jon looked at his queen and laughed. If there are two parents in this wide world that do not believe in fairytales it would be her and him. "Fairytales do not exist. My niece found out the hard way" he said. "Sansa is happy now" Fang argued. "Besides, Robb is not Joffrey" she stood to walk over to him. "You worry too much my love" she gently kissed him.