rickonstully:
“A luxury that I do hope to give her. Not one that I’ve ever had the luxury of but I would like to give that to her.” Not one she had either, she was standing in front of the man who would be her husband and the gods knew she hadn’t picked him. If she’d had a choice it probably would have been someone closer to her age and someone who didn’t already have a child. But should she give him a son their child would rule the Riverlands. Not that now was the time to think about that. Rickon’s eyebrows raised when she spoke, some automatically put her raising to her nannies as if Rickon had done nothing. “No. Not at all my lady. It’s… better than some thinking I had nothing to do with her because she’s a girl.” His curiosity was peaked though, “I am sorry about your mother. If you don’t mind me asking how… did it happen?” He looked at Mya who had turned to face the roses, she wasn’t paying attention to his words and the last thing he wanted to speak of was death in front of her.
𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒖𝒙𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕, when she was a child. she had a faith in her father, thought she’d never discussed it with him, that if she were to fall in love, he would allow her the liberty to marry on her own terms. years passed, and no one was able to win over the heart of the lady of starfall. she eventually ended up agreeing to a match set by her father without any qualms. “i didn’t occur to me to think along those line, my lord.” he didn’t seem like a prejudicial man to her. a prejudicial man wouldn’t have cared enough to chase down his daughter himself. “no need to express your regrets my lord, it was so long ago i hardly remember it. i was but a child of 4 i believe, when a fever took her. it was quick, one day she was playing with us, the second she was bedridden and the third, we buried her.” she didn’t remember much, only the funeral. talking about her mother always felt odd to dyanna, talking about a woman she never really knew. she was looking at the little child playing with the roses, when slowly her gaze shifted back to him and she curiously asked “may i ask how mya’s mother passed away? if it’s not too painful to reiterate.”













