Author's Note: Thank you all for the wonderful feedback! Here are some responses to some of the reviews I've gotten!

to zabuzasgirl: thank you for your reviews! and thank you for following along with both of my stories! personally I always liked catelyn, but I rly didn't like how she treated jon and wanted to show the more ugly side she has to her. and yes I know, I hated making the wolves leave but it wouldn't have worked in king's landing. not to worry though, I promise Elyanna will be reunited with Shadow in later chapters.

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I am super excited for this chapter y'all. I've been waiting to expand on what happened to her in the Godswood back in Winterfell, and now it's time! Happy reading as always, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

THE THRONE OF ICE - CHAPTER FOUR: "HIDDEN CONTEXT"

She was running, quickly. Running as if her life depended on it. Elyanna watched as Shadow bolted through the snow, her feet kicking up the white powder her as she approached the gates of Winterfell.

Elyanna looked up, seeing the gatekeepers turn around and shout out someone, but she couldn't hear them, she couldn't hear anything being said. She couldn't even hear the howling of the wind that she knew should be there. Everything about the world before her felt off, cloudy and muddled, like pieces were missing from it. Her eyes returned to Shadow who was panting, out of breath for running so long, so far. The gate slowly rolled up, revealing her brother.

"Robb-" Elyanna said with a smile, stepping forward. But it felt as if her voice was caught in her throat, the sound not accompanying the thought. Her smile faded as Robb kneeled to Shadow, a look of worry on his face. He then looked around and shouted something to the gateskeeper, but their response was obviously not what he was looking for. He stood and scanned the horizon before him once more, then turned around to lead Shadow inside the walls of the castle.

"ROBB!" Elyanna tried shouting again, but nothing. No sound came from her lips. As the gate started to fall back down, she ran through the snow, so weightless she didn't even make footprints in it, getting through just in time. She followed her brother as he approached their mother, saying something that made her face turn white. She looked down at Shadow, then back to Robb.

"Mother?" Elyanna asked, feeling her chest grow heavier. Why couldn't they hear her? And then she realized, she wasn't there at all. At first she thought it was a dream, but it couldn't have been, it was far too vivid. She walked closer to them, starting to hear a faint mumbling in the vast silence. Their words were inaudible, but she could tell by their faces that they were worried. Was this real?

And then she knew it was, for Bran came out. He was awake, being pushed in a wheelchair by Hodor. Elyanna looked down at his legs which were still as stone, then back to his face. She had never seen his so unhappy in all her life, so tortured looking. As she took a step towards him, she could feel a resistence, then heard the same mumbling growing louder. She looked back to Robb and her mother, but they weren't speaking. It wasn't their voices.

The sound grew louder in her ear, and the resistence growing stronger. It felt as if she were being dragged backwards, pulled instead of pushed by a gust of deafening wind.

Suddenly she awoke, breathing in and out so heavily she thought she was hyperventilating. She looked slowly around her, feeling a stream of sweat drip down her face. She was in the gardens of the Red Keep, the moon still in the barely in the sky as the sun began to rise.

"Child, are you alright?"

Elyanna jumped out of her skin, frightened by the new voice. She turned around and saw Cersei standing with a shawl around her shoulders, a worried look on her face. Elyanna looked down, seeing that she herself was only in her nightgown, her bare feet resting against the stone floor.

"What am I doing here?" Elyanna exhaled, confused being an understatement to how she felt. "How did I get here?"

"I was asking you the same thing when I found you, but you weren't lucid until now," Cersei said, her eyes seeming to carry genuine concern for her. "Come. Let's get you inside."

Elyanna nodded without saying anything, stepping over the sharp rocks of the garden towards her. Cersei took off her shawl and then wrapped it around Elyanna, keeping her arm around the girl as they walked inside. The two didn't speak, partly because neither knew what to say, partly because even if they did they were too afraid to actually breathe life to it. The two walked together all the way to the Cersei's bedchamber, where a guard was waiting outside. Cersei turned to him and gave him a command, to which he did not hesitate once he heard.

"Go find Lord Eddard and the King, my brother too."

"Yes Your Grace."

Once inside Cersei's chambers, Elyanna looked around curiously. The room was more lavish than anything else she had ever seen, even more so than the Throne Room. The stone walls and pillars were carved with exquisite patterns, some of which was guilded in gold. Beautiful fabrics of red and gold for the colors of House Lannister adorned every piece of furniture, and every bare square inch of the room was covered with ornate tapestries and trinkets.

Cersei moved Elyanna to a large chair and sat her down, standing and looking at her with uneasiness for a moment before sitting in front of her. "What happened, Elyanna?"

"I don't know..." Elyanna said truthfully, feeling the sweat on her forehead increase. She was so hot all of a sudden, as if the switch from feeling cold in her sleep to the heat of King's Landing was real and affecting her. "The last thing I can remember was falling asleep last night...I was so tired from being on the road, to finally be here I was exhausted. I fell asleep with no issue and then-"

"And then what?" Cersei asked, leaning forward a bit in her seat. Elyanna could see that she was intrigued, that she was curious. But why, she couldn't say.

"And then I woke up," Elyanna lied, swallowing dryly, "then I saw you, Your Grace... how did you know I was there?"

"I heard you calling out for your brother and mother," Cersei said, narrowing her eyes at Elyanna before nodding her head to her balcony. "My room overlooks the gardens. I usually find them quite peaceful."

"I'm sorry to have disturbed you-"

"Don't be silly, I'm just glad you're alright. I would have hated another incident like what happened in Winterfell," Cersei smiled, but Elyanna could see that it wasn't genuine. This whole exchange was as confusing as her vision she had just had. Here and there it seemed like Cersei was actually concerned, as a mother might be, but the next second she was back to being cold and calculating. "You're sure you don't remember anything? I seem to remember now you called out for your other brother as well, the one who fell from the tower."

"No, I don't remember anything," Elyanna shook her head. While she wanted to talk to someone about what she saw, she remembered her mother's words all too well after Elyanna told her about the voices from the Gods. Her mother was explicit in that she not even tell her father what she heard. And if she wouldn't tell her father, she certainly wasn't going to tell Cersei about her vision back home, a vision that she was sure was real.

Then suddenly the doors to Cersei's chambers opened, revealing her father and Jaime, but not the King.

"What happened?" Eddard asked nervously, looking half asleep still. He walked over to Elyanna past the Queen and put the back of his hand on her forehead.

"I'm fine," Elyanna exhaled lightly, "I was just sleepwalking again, I don't know why."

"Where is my husband?" Cersei asked Jaime, looking at him with her eyebrows furrowed.

"He is indisposed at the moment," Jaime said to her, giving her a knowing look. Elyanna noticed this, wondering what it must be about. But Cersei moved on too quickly for her to keep wondering.

"Right then," she sighed, looking to Eddard. "When I saw Elyanna from my balcony in the gardens, I became quite worried. She looked rather distressed, talking and walking in her sleep. It had me rather worried, that's why I called you here."

"Thank you for calling on me," Eddard nodded, resting his hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Come. Let's get you back to bed.

"Of course," she responded tritely, "But I think we should discuss it further before you go."

"Discuss what?" Eddard asked.

"It may not have been this way in Winterfell, but King's Landing is a dangerous place, too dangerous for pretty things like her to be wandering around the castle at night unattended. I propose that we have someone guard her door at night to prevent events like this from happening again."

Eddard nodded, looking to his eldest daughter, "I agree. I can put one of my men outside at night."

"Oh I wouldn't have you spare your own men," Cersei said with a small smile, to which Elyanna looked at her with narrowed eyes. "They're much more useful to you in other places. We have plenty of guards able to stand the post."

"If you've called me here for that purpose I have no objections," Jaime proposed, taking a step forward. "There's no better fighter in the Seven Kingdoms that you could ask for to guard your precious daughter, Lord Stark."

Elyanna looked at him with confusion and a slight frown, she didn't want him outside her door at night. Though he had acted strangely kind to her in their two months that they've known each other, she still didn't trust him. She would have much rathered have Jory or someone else from her own father's company of men to stand watch.

"Don't be ridiculous Jaime, that's not why I've called you here," Cersei said to him, her eyes sharpening. "You're here to choose someone you think could be spared for this task. Your talents as a member of the Kingsguard are needed to protect the King, to protect my son. Not Lady Stark."

Jaime nodded once, then looked to Elyanna who was sitting with a bit of distaste in her mouth. She hated this entire conversation, the entire premise of it. She felt like she was being treated as a mad imbecile incapable of having an opinion herself.

"It's no problem for me to protect my own daughter," Eddard interjected, giving Elyanna a hand up. "There are plenty of men I trust with her life."

"Good, then it's settled," Cersei smiled cunningly, "I'm just glad to see that she's alright and will be well looked after. She gave me quite a shock this morning."

But Elyanna had a feeling that it took a lot more than something like this to shock the Queen. Every word that came from her mouth, no matter how sweetly coated, was malicious in intent.

"Thank you for all your help, Your Grace," Elyanna said, taking the shawl she was given off and handing it back to her. "But I'll be alright."

"Keep it, even if only for a sign of good faith," Cersei said, her smile widening a bit as she measure Elyanna up.

Elyanna nodded, returning the same cold smile before turning with her father to leave. She felt Jaime's eyes on her as she left, but wouldn't meet them. For whatever reason she felt as if that was what he wanted for her to do, and she wouldn't give either of the Lannister siblings anything they wanted if she could help it. She didn't know what games they were playing, but she whatever they were didn't like it. She felt in her bones that Jaime had been right that day by the river; she shouldn't trust anyone. Everyone was a vulture circling around her once they sensed weakness, even him it seemed. Maybe he was warning her about himself too that day.

Once her father and her were out of earshot from any of the Lannisters, he turned to her with a worried face. She could see in his eyes that he was already stressed out about everything that being the King's Hand was bringing, and her escapades in sleep didn't help.

"I'm sorry father, I don't know why I keep doing this," she said, her voice tenfold more gentle than it had been with the Lannisters.

"It's alright, love," he said, never one to raise his voice or express anger at his daughters. "I'm just worried for you. I don't like this at all for you."

"Neither do I," she muttered, her mind trailing back to the vision she had. She wanted desperately in this moment to tell him, but she knew her promise to her mother, and she knew he wouldn't understand something like this. Her mother was right, he didn't have faith in what wasn't seen before him like they did. He would only become more worried about her, and that was the last thing she wanted. She didn't want to become yet another burden onto his already stressful life.

"I'll talk to Jory about putting someone outside your door, just in case it happens again. Perhaps we can speak to the Grand Maester about getting you some milk of the poppy, to help you sleep you through the night until these spells pass."

"No-" Elyanna said too quickly, then realized she needed to calm down. "I'm sorry, I just don't like the way it makes me feel."

"I know, and I hate to agree with her, but the Queen is right. This is a dangerous place we've come to. I wouldn't live with myself if something happened to you. I'm just trying to make sure this doesn't happen again."

"I know, and you can chain me to the bed with irons if you must, but please, no milk of the poppy," she said, knowing it would cloud her mind and block visions like the one from this morning. The visions frightened her, but she was also intrigued to go back. She wanted to see more.

Eddard laughed a little, putting his arm around her. "I won't chain you to the bed, Elly. And I won't give you milk of the poppy if you really don't want it, but I must insist on someone being outside to keep you in your room."

"Fine," she smiled, leaning into her father. "I can deal with that."

"Good, now go get dressed. The septa will have your sisters at breakfast in no time waiting for us. You know how she likes to rise early."

"Alright, see you then," Elyanna responded, walking into her chambers. The room they had given her was somewhat small in comparison to the others, but still more grande than she could ever need. The four-poster bed sat right in the middle, with a mattress and pillows of goose feathers and satin sheets. The furniture adorned around the room to hold all of her things was a beautifully crafted wood, carrying the baratheon and lannister sigils. It seemed that the both the stag and the lion were everywhere she looked in the Red Keep, their eyes always watching her.

Once her chambermaid helped her wash the sweat away in the bath, she aided Elyanna in getting dressed. The girl wanted her to do her hair in the southern fashion, as the rest of the ladies of the court did here, but Elyanna insisted on keeping it the northern way: half of her hair pulled up into a loose bun while the rest of her dark curls fell down her back. When she left her room for breakfast she saw that Sansa had her hair all pinned up like Cersei might have it, and Arya looked as if she hadn't put any thought into which style she might choose whatsoever. This brought a small smile to Elyanna's lips, at least that hadn't changed.

"Good morning, Elyanna," the Septa said with an already tired smile, taking a bite of some fruit off the table.

"Good morning, Septa," Elyanna smiled in return, sitting next to Sansa.

She was glad that she wouldn't be spending every meal with the Lannisters like they had when they were in Winterfell. She supposed there were far too many guests at court for them all to eat every meal together, but still, she enjoyed these small moments alone with her family, even if they were hectic. The table was piled high with various cheeses, breads, meats, and fruits for breakfast, but Sansa's full plate remained untouched and Arya was only stabbing at the table with a butter knife.

"Enough of that, young lady, eat your food," the Septa said with a sigh, turning to Arya with dissaproval in her eyes.

"Practicing for what?" Sansa asked, her eyes dead inside. The girl had never recovered from that terrible day on the King's Road. Her wolf had been killed, and even worse than that, Joffrey had been cold to her ever since. She spent everyday around the castle wallowing in self-pity.

"The prince," Arya said, shrugging a little with no apology on her face.

"Arya stop!" The Septa shouted at her, looking white in the face with shock.

Normally it would have been Elyanna to stop her sister from behaving like this, but she was too tired to. She only continued to fill her plate with food with a small smile on her face.

"What's happening here?" Eddard asked, walking in with an exhausted face as if he couldn't catch a break.

"Arya would rather act like a beast than a lady," the Septa groaned, shaking her head at the girl.

Eddard looked to Elyanna, but she only continued her breakfast by buttering a piece of bread. Eddard exhaled through his nose then turned to Arya, "Go to your room, we'll speak later."

Arya turned around and left, dropping the knife on the table with a short sigh of frustration. Elyanna took a bite of her bread, then popped a blackberry in her mouth. She had had enough drama for one morning. She didn't need to wrap herself up in anymore of it. She was too tired for it. Just like the last time she had a vision, she felt as if she didn't actually sleep at all, only lucid in another world.

"This is for you, love," Eddard said, handing Sansa a small gift. He sat across from her in between the Septa and Elyanna.

Elyanna watched as Sansa unwrapped the fine tissue away from the present, revealing a beautiful porcelein doll. But she could see that Sansa was not pleased with this gift before she even said anything, so Elyanna returned to her food and ate silently, looking at the Septa knowingly.

"I haven't played with dolls since I was eight," Sansa said sharply, looking to the Septa. "May I be excused?"

"You've hardly eaten a thing," the Septa sighed, looking at Sansa's plate.

"It's alright, go on," Eddard muttered, putting his hand aginst the bridge of his nose.

Sansa stood and tossed her napkin onto the table, her heels clicking along the stone loudly as she left. Elyanna only smiled to herself as she sipped her cup of tea, trying to keep her father from seeing her amusement. He was clearly struggling with all of his daughters and was at a loss for what to do.

"What are you laughing about?" Septa asked, looking to Elyanna.

"Nothing," she said, trying to contain her smile as she set her cup down. "It's nothing."

"Out with it," her father said, looking at her with a sigh. "What am I doing wrong?"

Elyanna's smile dropped a bit as she leaned back in her chair, her head tilting to the side. "They were torn from their home. Even if Sansa says she wanted to, she wasn't ready for it. I barely was and I'm three years older than she is. And Arya...Well she's Arya. She's always going to be exactly who she is."

Eddard smiled lightly, nodding, "Aye, you're right about that."

"My point is, father," she continued, "They're both acting out because everything's changed. Give it time. It's an adjustment for all of us, but we'll be alright. As long as we have each other."

"When did you get so wise?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

"I always have been," she smiled, taking another sip of tea.

The two of them laughed warmly, savoring the easiness of this moment in time together.

"I'm glad you're here, Elly," he said, putting a hand on hers. "To help. I don't know how I'd do it without you."

Her smile faded a bit, the nagging feeling in the back of her mind telling her that her sole purpose in this world was to help others. She didn't want that to be the case. She would do anything for her family, sacrifice anything, but she didn't always want to be in a position where she was relied on. But she wouldn't tell her parents this, not after everything they'd done for her in her life, not when she owed them the world. "Of course, father."

Then Jory came in, holding a sealed scroll.

"Bring it here, Jory." Eddard held his hand out for it, but Jory stopped awkwardly.

"Pardon me, My Lord, but it is actually for the Lady Elyanna, from her brother."

Elyanna looked up quickly and stood, walking towards him to take it in hand. She immediately broke the seal, unwraveling the parchment to read. But the words didn't make sense, they were all out of order. She knew instantly that what he sent her was private, not to be read by anyone else, for it was made with a cypher.

"What does it say?" her father asked curiously.

"Oh nothing," she smiled quickly, rolling it back up. "Just checking in on me. May be I excused to read it fully and respond? I want to make sure my response gets back to him sooner than later."

"Sure," he nodded disappointedly, his last daughter leaving him as well.

"Thank you," she said quickly, rushing to give him a quick peck on the cheek before returning to her room.

Once inside she bolted the door and ran to her small desk. Despite the window behind her, the room was too dark to see well, so she lit a few candles around her and set the scroll down. She then turned to her trunk and began to rifle around it, looking for the cypher that her and her brother had created when they were only children. After locating it in between the folds of her favorite blanket, she pulled it out and sat at the desk. She exhaled deeply as she put the cypher on top of the parchment, taking her quill and ink to write out all the letters that peered through. Once she was finished it read:

Elly,

I wish I was writing with good news alone, to only need to update you on life since you've left. So I'll start with that. Shadow came back to Winterfell yesterday morning, she walked up to the gate alone, without you. I thought you might be with her so we waited, watching to see if you turned up, but you didn't. I can only hope that you are well and set her loose, that nothing bad has happened. I'll take care of her until you come back. She misses you, but is glad to be with Grey Wind again.

In even better knews, Bran has woken up. He's crippled, but alive. Mother left before he did, on her way to King's Landing to visit father. It was her that told me to write to you about this. She said you were right, that the Gods were right, and that you would know what she means by that. She has proof of what happened now and is on her way to talk to father about it. I wanted to write about this in more detail to you now that I know, but she said we couldn't risk it, even in a cyphered message. Father will tell you once she tells him, but Elyanna- be careful. When news of this all breaks loose I'm afraid you'll be in danger, you'll all be. Be prepared to run.

Robb

Once Elyanna finished reading the letter, she sat back silently in her chair. After a moment of thinking, she read it again, then again, just to be sure what she read was correct. Her vision had been true: she had seen what he described in his letter as if she was there herself. But she didn't know how this was possible, how it could be true. She was glad that Bran was awake, that he was going to be alright. And she was glad Shadow had found her way home. But any relief she might have felt with that was only overshadowed by a crippling fear of the first voices she had heard. It wasn't an accident.

If her brother was confirming to her that hearing these voices was also true, that meant that what happened to Bran was purposeful. That someone had pushed him. And if Robb said that once the truth of it all came out it could be dangerous, there was only one person she could think of: Cersei.

The Next Week

Elyanna had spent the rest of the day after receiving Robb's letter thinking, taking time to herself to craft a response to him. But everything she wanted to say could have too easily been intercepted, so she settled for a short and sweet note saying that she understood and missed him too before sending it off with the raven.

She had hoped all week long after that for something else to happen, but nothing did. Her father never said to her that her mother had come, even though she knew she had. He had only told them that Bran was awake. She also hoped for another vision in her dreams, a sign of what she was supposed to do next with all the information she had at her side. But nothing happened. She asked the guard outside her door every morning if she had left her room at all, but he said she had been quiet as a mouse. This frustrated her to no end. How was she supposed to be ready to run like Robb had said if she didn't know who she would be running from? If neither her father or her dreams told her anything? She wanted to know more than anything what her mother said to him, but after this much time she knew that he wouldn't tell her probably ever. She should have known better than to think that he would ever involve his daughters in something troubling like this.

So while Arya spent her days with her new dancing master and Sansa spent hers gossiping with the ladies of the cour, Elyanna spent her time alone; trying to be glad for the peace and quiet. To take her mind off things she took strolls through the very small Godswood in King's Landing, but there were no weirwood trees there, for the Targaryens cut them all down when the Faith of the Seven emerged. It felt hollow there to Elyanna, bare and empty with no real connection to the Old Gods that she seeked unity with. So she soon stopped going there too. The one activity she found peace in was sitting and watching the ships sail from port outside the Red Keep. She liked the cool wind from the sea as they were the closest thing to feeling cold she could get so far down south. As she heard the waves crash onto the stony shores she would close her eyes as she soaked in the sun, breathing the salty air in deeply as the wind blew across her face and reddened her cheeks. She felt closer to the Old Gods here than she did in the supposed Godswood, and it was them she needed to draw her strength from right now.

At the beginning of the week she managed to go to the cliffside and watch the ships unbothered, no one finding her to bother with frivolous things. But it only lasted a few days once word spread around court that she liked to take time there. She hated how quickly the whispers spread around here, how quickly everyone knew everything about every person. She wanted to remain a mystery a while longer; the shockingly unmarried 16 year old Stark girl with no care for courtly politics. It would all be forced on her sooner than later, it already had been, so she was savoring each moment she could spend resisting it. Most of all, she savored each moment that her father didn't bring up marriage for her. He was too busy fixing the King's broken kingdom to pay her any mind in this regard, for which she was thankful. But she could feel everyone else's eyes on her about it, she knew that it wouldn't be long that he was distracted from this topic.

Seeing the sun begin to set over the water, Elyanna took one last deep breath in, then exhaled all of her troubles into the wind. She then stood up to go to supper, but as soon as she turned around she saw Jaime standing there, watching her and waiting as if he were afraid to interrupt.

"I'm starting to think that you're following me, Ser," Elyanna said frustratedly as she walked past him. "Everytime I look up you seem to be there creeping in the shadows."

"Creeping in the shadows?" he asked, a small laugh in his voice as he walked back to the castle by her side. "Is that what you think of me?"

"It is," she confirmed, not smiling at all as she lifted her dress to walk up the stairs.

"Careful, Lady Stark," he continued, offering his arm out to her. "When I said you needed a stronger resolve I didn't mean to be openly rude. That's just as dangerous."

She ignored his arm until he finally dropped it, then said, "All I want is one evening uninterrupted. One evening to myself-"

"To watch the ships?" he asked, containing a laugh, "I can't think of anything more dull or boring."

"You're a hypocrite," she muttered, walking faster up the steps in the hopes he would stop walking with her.

"I'm a what?"

"You heard me," she said, looking back at him once with an irked constitution, "You tell me not to be openly rude and then call me dull and boring. Like I said, you're a hypocrite."

"Then you have my apologies-"

"I don't want your apologies," she said sharply, turning around at the top of the rocky stairs to look down at him. "I don't want your anything. Why must you continue to single me out for these contrary conversations?"

"You have quite the vocabulary, my Lady," he responded, not addressing anything else as he smirked a little. "I take it you also like to read?"

She scoffed to herself and turned around, continuing on the path to the castle with annoyance. Her peaceful evening before supper had been so quickly spoiled.

"Wait, wait," he said, jogging to stand in front of her. She stepped to the side to go around him, but he stepped in front of her each time, blocking her way.

"Please let me pass," she said flatly, avoiding his eyes.

"Not until you tell me what I've done to anger you so," he said more seriously, his blonde hair radiating in the bright sunlight. But his tone quickly turned humorous again, "From my point of view I've been nothing but kind. I've given you advice, I've freed your direwolf, I've even saved you from dying barefooted in the forest. And now I just try and say hello as I'm passing by and it's an annoyance to you. So what is it?"

"You really want to know?" she asked, finally looking at his eyes with her own. His smile faded as the green orbs pierced him, not a single hint of joking in them.

"Yes." He nodded.

"I don't trust you," she said plainly. "Even after all of those things you did, I feel like you're hiding something."

He looked at her silently, trying to read what she meant by that, but he couldn't figure it out.

"You may not be as calculating as your sister is," she continued, "But I don't think either of you are as smart as you think yourselves to be. I know there is an ulterior motive to your actions. Which in my books, is dangerous. For every kind thing you do for me I can't help but wonder what that underlying reason may be... that's why you annoy me, Ser, why you anger me."

"Can't I just be kind, does there have to be an underlying reason to it?"

"You said it yourself by the river not to trust anyone. I'm taking you on your word, even if you didn't mean for me to take it against you," she said icily, attempting to move past him once more. This time he didn't stand in her way, letting her go.

"You may miss Winterfell," he called out to her, but she didn't turn back, only listening to his words as she continued on. "But you're very obviously more suited for the capital, Lady Stark."

She kept her eyes forward as she walked, speaking only loud enough for herself to hear. "Yes, I am."

Author's Note: As always I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! We are really seeing Elyanna come into her own in this chapter a lot more than before. We're starting to see the effects and change that the capital has on her, and while this may be true for now, we all know Starks don't fare well in the South. Until next time, my friends. -J❤️