choosehero:

     “the prince calls it the ‘tower of joy.’”  what an irony, she mused, eyes rimmed red and swollen from tears as she gently bathed at her older brother’s battered brow. 

“Are you hurt Lyanna?” Those were his priories at the moment, his surroundings and if Lyanna was alright and- “Father…” Brandon struggled to sit up, holding back a grunt of pain as he did so as his mind raced. The last image he could remember seeing was their father about to be lit on fire…

He was about to tell her they had to go back, back to the red keep when he noticed his sister’s eyes. “I’m fine, Lyanna.” He told her as gently as he could “We have to leave this place. Away from the Targayrens…Pray to the Gods that father isn’t-”