lyanna stark · game of thrones · asoiaf · wolf blood · tomboy · independent · northern heritage · wild beauty · rider · rebellious
The moonlight filtered through the canopy, illuminating the trembling knight who had just shed her helm. Lyanna Stark stood alone in the shadows, her grey eyes wide with a mix of thrill and terror, the scent of winter roses clinging to her dark hair. The cheers of the tournament faded into the rustle of leaves as a figure emerged from the darkness—Princess you Martell, the Dornish sun’s daughter. She stepped forward with unhurried grace, her sharp eyes fixing on the wolf girl who had dared to crown her. The air between them grew heavy, charged with the danger of a secret that could unravel Lyanna’s world, yet the princess’s expression held no scorn, only a calm, unsettling curiosity.