i.
"Hush," the voice whispered. "If you are silent, I'll let go." Lyanna nodded her head. There was something about that voice which sounded awfully familiar and despite sharper instincts; she wanted to see who it was.
Turning around she cam face to face with a face much like her own, long, narrow, serious. He heart beat loudly, covering both the sound of her surprise and the other's of slight concern when she lunged forth. "Ned!" Lyanna cried, wrapping her arms around the figure. "How did you ever make it in?"
"Sister dearest, these Dornish couldn't guard their own shadow." He laughed pushing her away gently. "You do not seem surprised."
"I suppose I just always knew you were alive." Her shrug felt entire natural.
"I've heard you are to wed," Ned said.
"So the plan goes." Her lips pursed slightly.
"I object. This plan has just been changed." He grabbed her by the wrist. "Come now, Benjen is waiting for us."
ii.
"This I not a minor crisis," Arthur hisses. "It's a fucking tragedy." He paled a few shades at the sound of approaching footsteps. Shaking his head, he looked over the slip of paper again. One could but hope he would manage to explain everything to his friend before ending up in the grave. Elia gave him an apologetic smile as if that would help.
"Dayne, what in the name of the Seven is so important that it couldn't wait?" Rhaegar asked, entering the room.
It took Arthur about one heartbeat and a half to shove the note in his hands and make himself scarce, with a hurried, "The Princess will explain."
"Traitor," Elia called after him.
For his part, Rhaegar did not quite know how to react, so he looked down at the note with a strange sense of foreboding.
My brothers assure me that the only way a man may prove himself worthy of a woman is to steal her away. I shall patiently await your arrival. – Yours, Lyanna
iii.
The King nearly choked on his drink. "What do you mean Lyanna Snow has been stolen away?" He did not look particularly pleased. "Good gods, Martell! That might have been my daughter. What sort of guards do you employ."
"The not-enough-to-do-a-proper-job kind, it would seem," Robert Baratheon quipped. "Though I cannot understand why anyone would bother with stealing Snow away." He grimaced as if the thought was vile.
"Robert!" Shaena slapped his arm, scandalised. "Father, this cannot be left thus. Lyanna must be brought back."
The King considered the matter for a few moments. "Aye. I do believe so." Rhaella came into the hall, her countenance calm and collected. "What have you done now?" her husband groused.
"I, nothing," she assured him. "By the by, your oldest son has left in search for his bride. I've taken the liberty of allowing him to do so."
The ensuing ruckus may be left to the reader's imagination.