Lyanna sat on ground at the edge of the practice yard in a most unladylike manner. She was watching Jon and his cousin Rob as the boys sparred with wooden swords. She had taken time to watch Jon practice every morning since she had arrived at Winterfell. Sometimes Jaime joined her, most times she went alone. It was far from the only time she spent with her son over the course of the day but it was one of her favorite times. She liked watching the joy on his face when he dealt a good blow or won a match. She liked the way Jon had come to expect to find her watching him, and the way he would ask her afterwards if she had seen what he had done. It was only a small thing to watch him practice swords and yet it was the most important thing in the world to the both of them every morning.

Lyanna heard a shuffle of footsteps as someone approached on her right. She turned to see Tyrion Lannister making his way towards her. He came and sat down on the ground beside her.

"This ground is rather cold to be sitting on." Tyrion commented as he sat.

"I hadn't noticed." Lyanna said, hardly taking her eyes off of Jon to speak to him.

"I suppose you wouldn't have." Tyrion said. "From the sounds of your story yesterday, cold ground is a small price to pay to be near your son again."

"It certainly is." Lyanna agreed.

"In your opinion, what would be to high a price to be with your son?" Tyrion asked her, the tone conveying only curiosity. "I mean no offense but it seems you have risked my brother's life to come here…"

"Your brother is a grown man. If he didn't want to bring me here then he didn't have to." Lyanna said, her voice tinged with anger. "Jon is only a child who needs his mother."

"Point taken." Tyrion said. "But doesn't your daughter need her father as well? And your unborn child?"

"Of course they do. What is your point?"

"My only point is, that by being at Winterfell you are all still at risk. Personally, I'd like for my brother to keep his head. I think you'd prefer the same." Tyrion told her.

"So you think we should go back to Essos?" Lyanna said, more kindly this time.

Tyrion nodded. "It's not Rhaella that you need to worry about. Aerys was cruel to her and she is probably as glad to see the mad king dead as the rest of us are. She may want to punish Jaime as a show of power or she may not even care to try. I don't know, but I do know that my sister and my father will never leave your son in peace."

"I don't understand… why not?" Lyana asked him, finally taking her eyes off Jon for just a moment.

"My sister is Queen Regent as you know. She enjoys being queen, having power. Her son Jaeharys is a true Targaryen. He is only a boy and my sister has no control over him whatsoever. He is as mad as Aerys and has rarely been told no in all his life. My father and sister have had a falling out of sorts. He doesn't want another mad king to be his legacy and has told Cersei so. Father would rather Jaeharys was sent off privately to the Quiet Isle and never be crowned when he is of age than to have a legacy of madness. She hates him for that… and Jon...well he could be the solution to all our problems…" Tyrion said.

"No…" Lyanna began anxiously. "There has to be some other solution."

"There is none that I can see." Tyrion explained. "I wish there were."

Lyanna went silent as she worriedly thought over Tyrion's words. She felt sick. Perhaps Rhaegar had been right all along. Perhaps Jon was destined to rule and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"Whatever you decide to do after this," Tyrion began, "I'll be on your side, or on my brother's side as I expect he will side with you. My father's plans and wishes mean very little to me." Tyrion got up and left her to her thoughts.