She had never been so excited about anything before.

Brandon had told her that all the great lords of The Seven Kingdoms would be at the tourney of Harenhall, and he had also laughed and said that he would defeat them all and crown her Queen of Love and Beauty.

But she couldn't care less about that.

Ned and Benjen where at the stables while Brandon talked to their father and Lyanna let herself fall on the bed and closed her eyes.

They were supposed to meet Catelyn and Lysa Tully, and their father, Lord Hoster, at the tourney and her father had asked her to be nice to the girl who would soon be her sister in law.

Lyanna, who had come to love Brandon more than any other of her brothers, didn't want to let him go.

She had never met Catelyn Tully but she was sure she would not like her.

"Lya" called Benjen "we are ready to go."

She stood up and gave a look to her room one last time.

She had never gone down The Neck, and had never spent more than two days away from Winterfell.

She smiled weakly, and a part of her desired to stay there, at home, with her father, but she turned around and followed Benjen.

Everything was ready outside.

"Hi, boy" Lyanna told her horse, Winter "We are going to have our little adventure now, aren't we?"

Lord Rickard Stark came out to say goodbye to his children, and Lyanna thought he looked tired.

"Remember what I told you" their father told Brandon "if anything happens..."

"I know" her big brother interrupted.

Rickard smiled.

"Be safe, my children" he said and then looked at Lyanna "Do you remember our words?"

"Winter is coming" she answered firmly and, suddenly, she was not scared for leaving home anymore.

She was Lyanna Stark of Winterfell, a daughter of The North, a direwolf, and she would not be afraid.

She placed her horse next to Ned's right after they crossed the gate and her brother smiled at her.

"Excited?"

"Of course!" she replied "We are going to a tourney, Ned! Maybe I would be able to participate"

Ned laughed and shook his head.

" Brandon would probably encourage you to do it"

"But in the end he'd never let me" Lyanna said, sadly "He loves me too much to risk my safety"

Ned gave her a serious look.

"Do I not love you, sister?"

"Not as much as I do!" Benjen screamed from behind.

Both Lyanna and Ned turned to look at him but Benjen just laughed. Not long after that the three of them were laughing nonstop.

When Elia entered her brother's chambers, he was half naked, drinking dornish wine and leaning against the balcony.

"Morning, sister" he smirked and let himself fall on a chair.

Elia sighed and sat in front of him.

"So, have you think about it?"

Oberyn looked at her as though he didn't know what she was speaking about.

"Think about what, your grace?"

Elia crossed her legs and placed her hands on her lap and Oberyn knew she was going to sweet talk him.

"This tourney could be a great chance for you" she took the glass of wine from his hands to make him pay more attention to her "Dorne needs a new princess and you need a wife"

Oberyn frowned.

"You sound like Doran" he complained "Am I the only one on this family that doesn't speak nonsense?"

"You are the only one in this family speaking nonsense" Elia replied, visibly upset "But fine, if this is what you want I guess Doran will have to choose your bride himself" she smirked "Maybe one of ladies in waiting"

Oberyn's viper eyes turned darker than usual.

"If you dare to say Cersei Lannister I will forget that you are my sister and will never talk to you again"

Elia laughed.

"She is pretty!" she said, even if she could perfectly understand why her brother didn't like the Lannister girl.

"She is vain. There is no more selfish person in this world than that girl" he thought about it twice "well, maybe her brother"

"So you would not marry her?"

Oberyn took his wine glass back.

"I would rather marry Willas Tyrell"

Elia shook her head but couldn't stop smiling at her brother's joke.