Lyanna sat vigil beside the strange man, admiring how his hair seemed to gleam gold as the sunlight slanted from the open window. She gazed upon his sun kissed face; from his finely-arched brows; to his straight, long nose; to his sharp, cheekbones, and down to his sculpted lips and his strong jaw.
She was still admiring the face of the unknown man when Maester Luwin brought her to the present.
"How long are you going to stay here, my lady?" The Maester inquired, watching her closely.
"Until he awakens," came her response before looking back at the Maester. "I would like to be here when he finally wakes."
"But we can not be certain how long will that be, Lady Lyanna." Maester Luwin said, "Judging from his wounds it will probably take half a day for him to wake. I advise that you go see your Lord father first and tell him how you discovered the man. Your father had just arrived from the Dreadfort and by now, he had been probably made aware of this strange man that you have brought to Winterfell."
"Oh, alright, Maester Luwin…I shall go and see my fa-" her words was cut off short when she heard a groan coming from the unconscious man.
Her eyes immediately went back to him and was met with a pair of deep blue eyes gazing back at her.
"You are awake!" She exclaimed, scooting near to the cot that the man was lying down. "How are you feeling?"
The man in turn simply blinked at her, looking quite confused at the sight of her.
"I think you should not startle him so, Lyanna." The Maester advised.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ser." She said to the man, appearing embarrassed. "Did I startle you?"
"No…but, who are you?" the strange man said, his voice sounding deep. He was looking at both at the Maester Luwin and her. "And where am I?"
"My name is Lyanna Stark." She introduced, "I was the one who found you in the forest. We brought you back here to Winterfell since you were badly wounded. We were afraid that you might not make it but thankfully you did. Maester Luwin here tended to most of your wounds as best as he can, but your wounds are rather severe and need time healing on its own."
"I see…" was the man's only response.
Lyanna noted that the man was staring at her and Maester Luwin rather strangely, more specifically at the clothes they were wearing.
"What year am I in now?" the man inquired.
"Year?" She cast a glance at Maester Luwin, who had his brows furrowed in a worried line because of the man's question. "It's 281 years After the Conquest."
"After the Conquest?" the man asked and Lyanna saw the look of alarm that crossed the man's face.
"The Conquest of Loki?" He said, sitting up quickly from the cot that nearly startled Lyanna into falling unto the floor.
"Who'se Loki?" She responded curiously, casting yet another glance at Maester Luwin whose frown had deepened.
However, before the man could reply, the door to the room suddenly opened and in walked Lyanna's father, Lord Rickard Stark, followed by her three brothers; Brandon, Ned and Benjen.
All had a serious look on their faces.
"Who is this man that you have brought to Winterfell, Lyanna?" Her father thundered as he strode into the room.
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