Prologue
Your mother may say whatever she wishes, but there is no denying what they had was something precious, something real, something that every little girl wants whether or not they will actually admit it. I will admit it. I will continue to admit it until the day I die. The love my bastard brother bore your sister was one not even our parents have experienced. I know how much you admired Lyanna. The day you all came to Winterfell showed me that. Within moments I saw just how much you cherished her. Within moments I saw just how much she cherished you, and Tommen, and Joffrey. I hated her at first. I damned her over and over in my mind because I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand that she was so sought out. People listened to her when she spoke. Your father, our dear dead king, listened to her advice above all. It was through no fault of hers that King Robert would heed the words of a young woman. Lyanna had the simple misfortune of looking like her namesake. Lord Stark, my father, told me so. I also think part of my hatred for your sister came from the fact that Arya admired her immediately. It hurt to know my own blood wanted to be like someone else before she wanted to be like me.
I didn't see you with your family during the wake. I tried asking the queen about it but she would never answer. She just cried. Tommen was there, that precious, precious boy. He seemed confused as well as scared. I was scared too. I'm still scared, honestly. Jon… Jon does not know about Lyanna, and Father refuses to write him about it. He says there are some things a letter just cannot properly convey. Tragic loss is one such thing. I wasn't the one to write the pages that follow this letter. For that I employed a dear family friend. I told him what he should write about, but the words are his own. I found Jon and Lyanna's story too beautiful to let it go untold. I hope you get some type of enjoyment and solace from this as I know I have.
Myrcella, I am so, so sorry.
-Sansa Stark