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War of the usurper
War of the usurper










war of the usurper

She would be expected to go to sleep soon. She picked up the heavy set of furs and threw it around her shoulders, placing the goods on her shoulder beneath them. She looked around and decided to hide it in her furs that she would usually where in the North.

war of the usurper

Instead, she thought about slipping it up her skirts. She looked around the mobile prison she had found herself in and thought about going ahead and leaving, scroll and laurel in hand, but decided against it, knowing her handmaiden or her father or someone would stop her and take them away, throwing her back into the box.

war of the usurper

Out of the hole, she pulled out the words Rhaegar had written her and the flower garland, both of which she was forbidden to withhold. Out of her sleeve, she slipped a dagger which she used to reopen a hole that had had been sewn shut quite sloppily by Lyanna herself. The sky was growing dark and the traveling party was growing slow. LYANNA SLID OFF THE SILKY BENCH in the the bumpy wheelhouse, onto the wooden floor. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines.












War of the usurper