Lyanna found it difficult to fall asleep that night. The bed wasn't particularly large and Jaime was closer than she would have liked him to be. Not only that, but her mind was filled with worries about getting caught by the king's men, and worries about her son Jon Snow. Was he being taken care of at Winterfell? Did Catlyn hate him because of the lie Ned had promised to tell? Would the boy wonder all his life if his mother was dead or if she had abandoned him? What if she had made the wrong decision? Maybe Rhaegar was right and Jon was the promised prince. Would sending him to be raised by his uncle make any difference if the prophecy was true or would it just come true no matter what she did? If it was true, then the world was headed for a dark time and the promised prince would help save everyone. But if this was just a matter of Rhaegar trying to make it true then she knew she had done the right thing in that case. Except she couldn't be sure what the truth really was. And she couldn't stop wishing to hold her baby just one more time. She hadn't even realized she was crying until she felt Jaime's hand on her shoulder.
"Are you alright, Lyanna?" He asked her gently. He didn't know why she was crying and they weren't exactly close friends yet, but he wasn't so cold hearted that he could just ignore her either.
"I'm fine I just…"
"You're not fine, not unless you Starks just cry for the fun of it" Jaime said.
"I miss my baby...I want my baby boy…" She said with a sob.
Jaime was at a loss for what to do. There was nothing he could say that would help her. There was nothing he could do that would help her either. Before he could think of anything helpful she was speaking again.
"I want to go back and get him. I know I can't. It would be too dangerous, but I want to." Lyanna was saying.
Had she lost her mind, Jaime wondered. Why would she want to bring her dead son with her? "Perhaps you could send for him later?" Jaime suggested. He would say anything at this point to get her calm again. Crying women were not his strong suit.
"I don't think Ned would send him. Not after what I made him do."
"Wait, your son is buried with the Starks not the Targaryens?" Jaime asked.
Lyanna turned to face him. "You must think I'm insane." She said.
"The thought had crossed my mind." Jaime admitted.
"My son is not dead. I made Ned hide him for me. He told his wife that the child was his bastard." Lyanna said.
"What? Why?"
"Because I don't want Rhaegar to raise him. When it comes to that prophecy, I'm not sure that Rhaegar is entirely sane. No child should be raised to be the warrior who saves the world. I told Rhaegar that the baby was stillborn and I can never see my child again if he is to believe it."
"Gods.." Jaime breathed. He didn't know what he would have done in her place. It would be a difficult decision for anyone. "At least you know that he'll be taken care of. Ned will raise him well, won't he?"
Lyanna nodded. "He will. Catlyn will hate him. Jon will never have a mother."
"I didn't have a mother either." Jaime said sadly. "At least not for a long time. It wasn't ideal but I survived. He will too."
"I know… thank you…" She said and a short time after that she fell asleep.