Lyanna had been sewing for hours. It had all been Catelyn's idea. Cat had insisted that Lyanna, Jaime and Johanna needed suitable clothes in Lannister colors for Lord Tywin's visit. They couldn't wander about the castle wearing Lannister colors of course but they would wear them for private meals in the solar each evening of the visit. Cat had just been brimming with ideas all day for the upcoming visit even though the bird inviting Tywin had probably not even reached him yet. Hours of sewing… not Lyanna's favorite way to spend an afternoon but she couldn't complain. She was still so happy that Ned was allowing her and Jaime to stay at Winterfell she'd had little time to be upset about so much sewing.

Lyanna looked up from her crooked stitches to see Cat gazing at her with disapproval. "Ned did warn me that you generally dislike sewing."

"It's true." Lyanna admitted.

Cat leaned closer and examined the seam of the garment. "We'll simply have to take them out and start again."

"It's not that bad," Lyanna protested.

"Perhaps not bad for a maidservant or a ten year old girl but for Lady Lannister this simply will not do." Lady Stark chided.

Lyanna looked down at her sewing again. It truly wasn't very good. "Lady Lannister?" She said in almost a whisper. "Surely no one expects me to be the lady of the Rock?"

"Lyanna, you are the lady of the Rock. Perhaps you can not live there given that your husband is a wanted man but by law Casterly Rock will belong to your children someday. Lord Tywin will expect you to conduct yourself as Lady Lannister and you must not disappoint him."

Lyanna looked down at her sewing again, filled with apprehension and anxiety. It had never occurred to her that she was legally the lady of Casterly Rock or that she would be expected to impress Tywin Lannister with her sewing skills. Maybe he wouldn't even notice or care. But Lyanna knew that he would care. Jaime had talked about his father sometimes, and about how much everyone had loved his mother. She had been a perfect lady. A perfect lady was something Lyanna didn't know how to be. Lyanna set her sewing aside and stood.

"I think I've had quite enough for today." She said. "I should go check on Johanna and Jaime and Jon."

"Johanna is playing with Sansa and Jon is with Rob and Maester Lewin. Ser Jaime was attending to something in the stables. I'm sure they are quite alright." Cat said.

Lyanna shook her head. "Perhaps they are but I'm not." She left Cat rather abruptly and headed for the stables. She found Jaime holding the bridle of a skittish horse while the stable master worked at putting a saddle on the beast.

"Since when are you a horse trainer?" Lyanna asked her husband curiously.

"Since they stopped letting me use a sword." He said, turning to face her. "Something's wrong." He said on seeing her face.

"Walk with me to the godswood?" She asked him.

He nodded and handed the horse over to a servant. They walked in silence for a time. Jaime knew from experience that she would tell him whatever was troubling her when she was ready and not before.

There was a chill in the air as they reached the godswood but in spite of the chill Lyanna stripped off her shoes and stockings and stepped into the water at the base of the heart tree. She turned to face Jaime as she pulled her dress and shift off over her head and tossed them onto dry ground nearby. Jaime watched her wide eyed.

"Are you coming in? It's quite warm." She said and though the tone was meant to be seductive there was something sad in there as well.

Jaime stripped off his clothes and joined her in the warm water. They went out just deep enough to sit with the water at their shoulders. Lyanna barely waited for Jaime to be settled before she straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him. It was the first moment they'd had alone in days and she did not hesitate to take advantage of it. Jaime returned her kiss longingly then gently pulled away.

"You aren't fooling me." He said. "Something is still troubling you."

"It's nothing really… just something Cat said." Lyanna said sadly, leaning closer to rest her forehead against his.

Jaime sighed. "Catelyn Stark says a lot of things. I wouldn't have imagined you would take her seriously."

Lyanna was silent a moment. "She said that I am the rightful lady of Casterly Rock and implied that your father will be disappointed with me for not being a real lady."

Jaime pulled away just slightly to meet her eyes. "And this worries you?"

She nodded. "A little. Your father and your brother might not like me at all."

"Tyrion will like you. My father doesn't like anyone but if he is rude to you I will send him back to Casterly Rock and you'll never need to speak to him again."

A smile played at Lyanna's lips. "Truly, you would send your father away?"

"Maybe." Jaime said with a smile.

"Maybe we should just leave, just take the children and go back to Essos. Then we'd never have to worry about getting Ned in trouble or meeting your father or…."

Jaime didn't let her finish speaking. He interrupted her with a kiss and she let him, gladly.