"Your grace, I apologize for what my daughter has done," Lyanna's father was saying to the Prince as they all stand in her Lord father's solar.
"No need to apologize, Lord Rickard," comes Prince Rhaegar's reply. "From what I understand, your daughter has acquired some kind of strange power."
Lord Rickard Stark, her father, glances at Lyanna for a moment before he answers.
"I didn't know about it until now, your grace," Lyanna's father explains. "I didn't know that she has that kind of power to travel great distances."
"I'm sorry, father." Lyanna says abruptly before anyone can speak. "I only found out about my power this morning. I would have told you if I have known."
"I know, child," her Lord father replies.
"But how did you obtain such power?" the Prince asks, looking at Lyanna.
"I believe it was something to do with the fruit that I ate," She replies, recalling the events that led to her obtaining the third eye on her forehead.
"Fruit? What kind of fruit?" asks Ser Arthur Dayne who stands beside the Prince.
"I don't know what it was, but it looks like a pomegranate, but it taste bitter." She tells him.
"Where did you find the fruit?" Prince Rhaegar asks.
"There was a really big, old tree in the Wolfswood," is her reply. "That's where I found the fruit."
"May I see the tree that produce such a fruit?" comes Prince Rhaegar's request.
"But of course, your grace," is her immediate answer while her father says at the same time, "I think that's not such a good idea, your grace."
"Why do you say so, Lord Rickard?" the Prince inquired.
"The Wolfswood can be dangerous this time of year and I do not want you to come to harm while in my lands." Her Lord father states.
"You do not need to worry about my welfare, Lord Rickard." Prince Rhaegar says. "I won't be alone in going to the location. I have the Sword of the Morning with me, and perhaps even a dozen of your guards, if you will allow me…"
"If you are determined to go to the Wolfswood, then I can't stop you, your grace…"
"Good then, if you no longer have issue with us going, then we will be leaving soon," Prince Rhaegar says as he looks at the Lord of Winterfell. "For your daughter and my safety, we require perhaps a dozen men to escort us to the Wolfswood."
"Consider it done, your grace." Lord Rickard replies. "I will immediately assemble all the men who are familiar with the area."
"Thank you, Lord Rickard." Prince Rhaegar says. "While you call upon your men, may I ask for your permission to speak to your daughter alone?"
"Yes, of course. You may speak to Lyanna, your grace." Rickard Stark agrees with a nod of his head. "You may use my solar while you speak to her. I will be leaving shortly to start the preparation."
"Then, we shall see you later," comes the Prince's remark.
"Yes, you shall." Lord Rickard says before he walks out of the room.
The moment the Lord of Winterfell left the solar, Prince Rhaegar and Ser Arthur instantly turn their attention towards her.
"My lady, I have some pressing questions that I hope you are able to answer." The Prince begins as he steps towards her.
Lyanna has to crane her neck to meet the Prince's purple-eyed gaze. Prince Rhaegar is so tall that she barely brushes his shoulders. The same goes for Ser Arthur Dayne, who stands much taller than the Prince.
"Yes, what is your question, your grace?"
"Before you arrive in my room in Dragonstone, I saw the portal you came from." Prince Rhaegar says as he regards her intently.
"And?" She inquires, frowning.
"I saw a silver-haired man through the portal before it closed. May I ask who the man was?" The Prince asks and Lyanna's heart seems to drop to her stomach at the Prince's question.
"Oh, you mean Him," is her wary response.
"Yes, him...Who was he? The man with the silver-hair?" Prince Rhaegar presses the question on and Lyanna is tempted to lie to the Prince, but finally decides to be honest with him.
"The man was your ancestor, your grace. That's all I can say," comes Lyanna's vague answer.
Yet Prince Rhaegar is a persistent man and questions her once more, "What is his name?"
He probably senses that Lyanna wasn't telling him the entire truth.
Reluctantly, Lyanna answers, "His name is Aegon I Targaryen, or rather Aegon the Conqueror."
"That was him?!" Prince Rhaegar suddenly exclaims while he grabs a hold of Lyanna's shoulders. "That was King Aegon the First?!"
Lyanna has the sense not to look shock at the Prince's forwardness.
"Yes, indeed, it was him." She calmly replies, meeting the Prince's hopeful stare.
"What did you two talk about?" Prince Rhaegar asks.
"Oh, simply nothing. He first assumed that I was trespassing in his lands so he brought me to his Castle. To Dragonstone." Lyanna explains.
"Truly?"
"Yes, truly." comes Lyanna's wry remark, wanting to push the Prince away from her. He is standing far too close and familiar for her liking.
"Can you do it again?" is the Prince's next query.
"Do what again?" she asks with mounting dread as she notices the excitement across the Prince's face.
"Open a portal to King Aegon's time." The Prince says, all too eagerly.
"No, absolutely not!" She exclaims, shaking the Prince's hands off her, who looks surprise at her answer. "I can't open the portal back to King Aegon's time! It will be catastrophic if we mess up with the past. We should leave the past alone."
"But you were there! You talked to the Conqueror!" The Prince insists, his purple eyes gleaming with excitement. "You can open the portal again and bring us there."
"No!" Lyanna says resolutely. "I won't open the portal for you or anyone!"
"But my lady, think about the chance to talk to the Conqueror! We can learn many things from him and his life as a King!"
"I talked to Aegon the Conqueror and I can assure you that there is nothing new about him that we haven't learn in the history books!" comes Lyanna's retort.
"My lady, please…" Prince Rhaegar says to her in a pleading voice. "All I ask is for you to open a portal to King Aegon's time. Just this once and I will not ask again. Please my lady, let me speak to the King."
"My lady," another voice says and Lyanna looks up to see Ser Arthur Dayne looking at her with a conflicted expression.
"Prince Rhaegar hasn't pleaded in all his life. This is the first time that he does, I ask that you consider the Prince's request." Ser Arthur tells her, bowing deeply.
"But what about our plans to go to the Wolfswood?" Lyanna says, hoping to remind them about their planned excursion.
"That can happen at a later time," Prince Rhaegar says hurriedly. "In the meantime, let us go elsewhere, most specifically to Aegon's time while your father is making preparation here."
Lyanna regards the Prince for a moment before she finally relents.
"Alright, just this once." She tells him and Lyanna watches when the Prince gives her such blinding smile that momentarily takes her breath away.
"Shall we go then?" Prince Rhaegar asks, shaking Lyanna out of her stupor.
"Yes, just give a moment to focus, and then I shall open the portal." Lyanna replies while she closes her eyes and starts concentrating hard.
Take me to King Aegon's time. King Aegon's time. Take me there! She thinks repeatedly while she gathers that strange energy within her to activate her third eye.
At once, she feels the eye on her forehead awakening, and judging by the surprise gasp from the Prince and Ser Arthur, they must have seen her third eye opening in that moment.
A second later, Lyanna opens her eyes and instantly sees the portal standing next to Ser Arthur.
"Is that the portal going to King Aegon's time?" Ser Arthur inquires as he peers into the portal.
They can only see big, old trees.
A lot of trees and not much else.
"I believe so," is Lyanna's reply.
"Then, we better get through it before it closes," Prince Rhaegar suggests.
However, before anyone can move, they see a yellow flash appearing in front of the portal and right before a blonde man stumbles forward.
The moment the strange man steps into the solar, the portal vanishes from sight.
All occupants of the room let out a sound of surprise at the sight of the blonde man, who appears puzzled to be there.
"Koko wa doko?" Where am I? the blonde man says to them in a language that they don't understand.