The Gods were always cruel to Lyanna, that she knew: She was dying.
Although she became accustomed to the heat, her body was still in flames. It was as if she was already sent to what's beyond…To hell…
Was this the gods' punishment for escaping her destiny? For wanting love? For honoring her forefather's wish?
She knew not the answers to her questions.
Her eyes were slowly losing focus, she was blinded due to whatever ailed her.
She was not even able to see her child's face, examine if he looked like her beloved like she hoped.
Her sweet Aegon, the fruit of their cursed and beautiful love.
They both had assumed they would be gifted a girl, a Visenya. But the Gods had other plans in mind.
When Wylla announced that it was a boy, she decided to name him after his deceased older brother.
What better name for a king?
Poor Aegon…
Poor Rhaenys…
Poor Elia…
Her sad musings were stopped by the sound of swords.
They were here.
Will her babe join her?
Will the last dragon head, as per her love's words, die here as well?
Soon the noise was gone and replaced with hurried footsteps.
"Lyannaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
It was her damned brother's voice. It was Ned's cry.
She was elated, saddened, and angered at the same time by his arrival.
She loved her brother deeply, but now, not only was he the cause of her cursed betrothal, but he was also the killer of her companions for the last moons.
Arthur, Oswell, and Gerold….
She will be joining them soon.
"Ned… "She whispered
"Lyanna…"
Was this a dream? Was the fever playing tricks with her mind?
As soon as she felt his touch, she realized he was real.
How could she hate him in her last breaths? He was the big brother she missed, her protector, their protector.
In her last moments, she was afraid of death. She did not want to die and leave Aegon alone.
However, the only thing she could do now is to entrust him to her Ned's hands.
"His name is Aegon Targaryen." She revealed to her crying brother.
"Please protect him…
Promise me…
Promise me, Ned"
Those were her last words before she succumbed to darkness.
Moments later, or maybe days later, she regained her consciousness.
She was hearing unfamiliar voices talking about her.
The Gods have seen fit to spare her life. She will live to protect her child, to love him, to raise him well.
Her body still felt stiff due to the fever, still, she was able to slowly open her eyelids.
Her eyes were met with blurry silhouettes. One of them was probably a brown-eyed boy, and the second one was a silver-haired man.
Had she reached Rhaegar's resting place? Was their destiny to only be together in the afterlife?
As soon as her eyes were fully open, she regained her sight.
The silver-haired man was sitting at a chair near her bedside. He noticed her waking up and quickly took her hand in his in a fatherly way.
"Thank the gods! We almost lost you my dear Lya" He said.
She could sense the relief and joy in his voice, but she was still confused about his identity.
Suddenly, the revelation came to her.
The hair, the eyes, the attire, The crown,…
There was only one man in the whole seven kingdoms with all these traits…Only one man who could have a voice so similar to her Rhaegar…Only one man who killed her sire and Bran.
" You are the mad king…" She barely whispered, but not without ice in her hoarse voice.