The Tower of Joy was usually a peaceful place, if not a little lonely since Rhaegar had gone off to defend his crown. So when Lyanna heard the shouts of the guards below followed by the clash of swords, clutching her swollen belly, Lyanna grabbed a knife and waited, should the intruders should come in.
With shaking hands and bated breath, Lyanna held her little knife before her, she could hear the footfalls of someone coming up the stairs. But when the door burst open, Lyanna did not expect to see who the intruder was.
“Brandon! What are you doing here?”
“Coming to get you and save you from this place. Take you home.” Brandon growled as he stormed closer to Lyanna, noting her pregnant belly and had to rip his eyes from the sight, not masking the disgust at the idea of Rhaegar having had his way with his little sister.
“You’ll drink moon tea on the way home. Or give it up once we get home. Robert and Eddard are fighting for you. We’ll find you a better match than Robert. You’ll be safe again, I promise.” The eldest Stark moved to try to help Lyanna hoping she’d put the knife down.
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