dear_mun | brand-new to DW; testing a voice. also, mention of a theory that may not be canon!

My sweet writer,

Must you be so damnably insistent to give me a voice in this strange place? There are so few people from the Known World in these games--or at least, they are few enough to make no matter. Would it not be dreadfully lonely to speak only to people who were born long after I died? Gods, not younger people! Not the living! No, I think you should release me to knock Ser Frey, the fifty-and-thousandth of his name, from his horse again. It is far preferable to make men's ends smart in scandalous tourney jousts than it is to worry about such things.

Though ... I should like to meet my brothers' children. If they are half as kind and honourable as Ned, or as brave and wolflike as Brandon, I should be well content. Benjen, I suspect, went to his precious Wall and made us proud, and I'll gladly call Brandon unflattering names if he still teases him for it.

Now sit still, and don't be nervous if no one recognises me. I would like to be remembered favourably, but if you will not tell me what happened to me, I will assume I've become infamous. I hope I died fearsomely, perhaps after turning into a wolf to match our sigil. Oh, to be as savage as the southron lords say we are!

Lyanna

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So you are what all the fuss is about? What a fool my dear husband was.

Who are you? Even my eldest brother has better manners, and that is no small comparison.

[She learns who this is, and who she married. Ah. This shocks her somewhat; she inspired a long-term, posthumous fuss in Robert "I Bed All the Things" Baratheon?]

[She scoffs.] I never asked for Robert to treat anyone ill in my name. If he's raised my bones up on some stupid pedestal, then the fault is his own. [Truly, judging by the very CURSORY consideration Robert gave their entire betrothal, she'd thought it was Ned he was after, not her.]

Manners are for those who lack the strength to speak their mind. ( She raises a cup to Lyanna unapologetically. ) I do not lack strength. If I did, I would have been culled from the pride long ago.

( Pride. Lions. Get it? )

Yes, it is his fault. Thus why he is the rotting fool.

[Lyanna snorts at the beast reference, a most unladylike gesture. Never mind the fact that she's always happily identified with being a wolf. There's an air of general defiance and pride in the way she folds her arms.] No, you're wrong. Manners are for those with honorable conduct, or those who at least wish to appear as though they have honor. [So thinks the girl who whacks people with tourney swords for being bullies.] My mundane says you don't care for such things. I doubt that I should care what you think of me, either.

How did he die, then? [It's asked with reluctant curiosity. She might as well ask; she may have been unenthusiastic about marrying Robert, but she never wished him dead. Far from it; she'd simply hoped he'd favored another girl to marry.]

brand-new to DW; testing a voice. also, mention of a theory that may not be canon!

Sorry. She's getting her bitch on.

oh hi cersei, sry robert essentially treats you like poop for not being lyanna. :| I LIKE YOU, THO.

At least poop isn't consistently abused. 8| OF COURSE YOU DO. SHE'S A SWEETHEART.

why are you terrible, robert. >:( and ikr? goodwill to all, this one. she cuddled robert to death.