“I can carry my son myself!” There were hints of indignation in her voice, like if the fact of Arthur taking the little boy in his arms was an unforgivable insult. A bag –larger than hers– already on his back, he lifted Jon up and turned to face her: “I know you can My Lady, but we have to leave Selhorys quickly. And we will move faster if I am the one carrying him.” Her nostrils flared up and she crossed her arms over her chest before falling into silence. He was right. Furthermore, the sight of her son settling comfortably in the dornishman’s arms was an argument Lyanna couldn’t fight.
post-RR Essos-AU where Lyanna & Arthur survived and fleed with lil’ Jon || for @tsaritsaofstory (not exactly what you wanted but our discussion convinced me :P) EDIT: ***CLICK FOR FULL VERSION HERE***
