As Jaeherys recovered, his mother was persistently watching his bed. She watched him sleep and slowly talked to her, feeling weak, but better every day.

"You should not be here," said the boy, seeing Daenerys sleep and fatigue. "You have work to do, and my siblings complain when you come to see me."

"Oh?" She folded her arms in jest, "but I'm always punctual in reading poetry and telling stories to sleep. But seriously, Arya was sick because of you."

"Yeah, I felt how much I missed when she hugged me tight" Jaeherys missed her sister too "Dr. Luwin said I'll be able to go home soon."

"It's going to be wonderful," Daenerys was delighted with the possibility. "Let's have a ball in your honor."

"No, Mother, you don't need to," the boy asked, embarrassed.

"All right," she laughed, "just come home, my boy."

"Forgive me, Mother," Jaeherys was moved by his mother's tender manner. "I only brought you worries about this duel story."

"No son, don't do that." Daenerys took his hand. "I unleashed all this in an indirect way, ever since my ambition became rampant. Only I learned to deal with the consequences of my mistakes."

"I think so too," the son confessed, "although the consequence is too high."

"Life doesn't tire of teaching us," Daenerys completed, "and we have to practice what we learn."

Thus, alone in the silence, mother and son analyzed the consequences of their impulsiveness in an ironic moment of peace.

At Winterfell, the Stark rejoiced to have good news of Jaeherys' recovery. After days of agony, the concern of all had dissipated. But apart from the preparations for Sansa and Tyrion and Bran and Meera's weddings, something particularly bothered young Rickon, which Roslin didn't miss.

"Sorry to ask and forgive me if I'm invading your personal space" she started a conversation when they were alone "but is everything okay, Rickon?"

"Oh ... no problem Roslin," he replied, "I just ... I think I'm confused."

"Is it something I can help?" She offered.

"Well, since you asked me a personal question," he said uncertainly, "can I make you one?"

"I think so." She gave her brother-in-law a chance.

"You love Robb wholeheartedly, don't you? But you were forcibly married" Rickon said.

"True, both," she agreed, "you can tell me what's your point".

"How did you know ... you were sure you loved Robb?" He finally managed to ask.

Roslin knew he could only be referring to Lyanna with all that talk.

"I realized I missed his company when he wasn't around," sighed Mrs. Stark "I longed for his return when he was far away, thought about how he was and wanted to have him by my side forever."

"I ... feel these things," Rickon confessed, "for Lyanna. Just don't tell Bran I admitted that."

"I'm not going to say anything," she promised, "but luckily, I think Lyanna matches your feelings. And since you've been friends so long, you should be honest with her."

"Even if her answer is negative?" The boy was still uncertain.

"Believe me, Rick" Roslin gave a maternal smile "there is a very small chance of that happening."

After that last advice from his sister-in-law, he decided to gather courage and tell Lyanna what he felt.

The next day, Miss. Mormont was punctually at the Stark mansion for the old walk she always did with Rickon. Little by little, she herself, despite her hardness and rigidity, admitted that she loved him. Constantly she cared about him and wanted to be close to him and realized that her moaning was the irritation she felt for not being able to get him out of her mind. And after much reflection, she came to that conclusion. Rickon's siblings and sisters-in-law argued without a doubt that he liked her too, though he didn't want to admit it. In any case, knowing him so well would not force him to say anything about it.

"You're nervous today," she said when she found him in Shaggy's company. "I hope it's not such a bad thing to disturb you."

"No, that's not what-" Rickon stopped in front of Lyanna in a meaningful way.

He was trying to regain the courage of a soldier.

"Thank you," his nervous voice issued, "for everything you had done for me, for your friendship and companionship."

"I said it's no big deal," she smiled, "but thank you, thank you."

"Lyanna" this time Rickon walked next to her 'I would like to ask ... no, I mean, I want to tell you that I'm almost sure that I ... love you."

"Almost sure?" "Lyanna wanted to laugh, but she could not," because I've been so sure about you for a long time. I found out what all this was about. I hope it reaches full certainty."

"I said almost out of fear" he was relieved now "but since you correspond to me, I am quite sure that I want to correspond to you to the same extent."

She hugged him, something that she dared not do even in so long a time of friendship. It was a limit of Rickon's feelings she dared not surpass. But now all was well, and as much as the ghosts of the wartime past dared to haunt, they didn't provoke so much fear.

After the embrace their gazes crossed and in silence, they understood that that moment should be sealed with a kiss. And so it was done, just confirming what everyone knew and what it took some time to them to realize.