"Make me understand," the Dornish Princess says. There is not bite to her words. Lyanna suspects it is because death makes all things easier. There is nothing to win and nothing to lose in the sleep of the eternal. "Make me understand the reason."
A smile plays upon her lips. "Ambition. Desire. Love, even. Small bits, each of them, of this reason you seek. I could probably spend an eternity, Your Grace, explaining the reason. Though, I think your meaning is not this."
"I was unaware that you did think," Elia Martell returns with ease.
"I took a gamble, Your Grace," Lyanna replies. "I reached for the starts, thinking I might grab onto one without considering the fall. Simply put, it was a choice."
"I might have known." And this time there is something like sadness, disappointment touching the Princess' brow. "I was hoping, though. I had hoped. All t6his for a gamble."
"For glory and love and high ideals, Your Grace," comes her agreement.
It feels empty, truth be told. Lyanna is not so much surprised as she is dejected. But this, she reminds herself, is death. Elia Martell seems to still be considering her words after a few moments of silence. Lyanna waits. There is time, or rather there is no longer time.
"And which one of us would you say reached her star?" Elia is asking, intently at her.
Lyanna laughs. "I think we were reaching for different stars, Your Grace." And she leaves it at that.