Lyanna couldn't sleep for long. She was too restless. After an hour or two she woke up and found that Jaime and Johanna were already awake and gone. She knew she had probably missed breakfast so she went straight to the kitchens to find some food. At least a few of the cooks would remember her. She could up talking to them in the kitchen all day if she weren't careful. What she saw when she came around the corner approaching the kitchen drove all thoughts of friendships with old servants right out of her mind. Catlyn Stark was standing over Jon Snow with a stern expression on her face.

"I don't care what Robb said. I am the lady of this house and you will not sit at that end of the table while we have guests!" Catlyn said angrily.

Jon looked about ready to burst into to tears but he took a deep breath and held them back. "I'm sorry Lady Stark." He said calmly. "Might I be allowed to get some breakfast anyway?"

"No. You may go straight to your room." Catlyn said.

Lyanna new she should hold back. She was always getting after Jaime for saying things he ought not to say but now it was her turn. "How dare you?" Lyanna said through gritted teeth. Both Jon and Cat looked over and saw her standing there. "How dare you treat him like that?" Her voice was raised, more angry than before.

"Lyanna…" Catlyn said. "Ned told me you were here but I don't see how this is any of your business."

"Why would deny food to a child?" Lyanna said, realizing that Ned hadn't told her yet.

"It's only for a few hours. It's not as if Ned would let him starve. And again I don't see why it's any concern of yours." Cat said, and moved as if to pass her in the hallway.

"Because he's my son!" Lyanna all but screamed at her.

"That's impossible…" Catlyn said, visibly pale. "Ned wouldn't… his own sister?"

"He was never Ned's child! He was mine and Rhaegars's!" Lyanna went on. "But even so didn't it ever occur to you that he's just a child...that he was some mother's child… just like your own…?" Lyanna said, tears in her eyes.

Catlyn was teary eyed herself, and stunned, she fled the hallway without another word. Jon was left standing there, looking up at wide eyed at this strange woman.

"Is it true, you're my mother?" He asked.

"It's true." She answered, kneeling down to his level.

"Where were you?" He asked her.

"I was away in Essos. I did a horrible thing in not bringing you with me. I am so sorry for that. I'd like to take care of you now if you'll let me." Lyanna told him, worried every moment that he wouldn't want that.

"You'll make Lady Stark be nice to me?"

"I'll do my very best." She said.

Tentatively he approached her and looked at he more closely. He reached out and touched a lock of her hair. "We have the same hair."

Lyanna nodded, more tears slipping out as she did. The he hugged her and she knew it was going to be impossible to let him go.