The Queen and her Lady-in-Waiting || cattullystark
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Lyanna lounged in Catelyn's private chambers, resting in an arm chair with her legs draped over the side. Her Queen was in a private meeting with some sod from down south and had asked to speak with Cat privately. While she always respected the wishes of her oldest friend and the Queen in the North, she hated being alone. For all of her years, Lyanna had always been in Catelyn's shadow. She always had a place with her friend, her sister. But now that she was queen - and Ned was away on some sort of "kingly" business - Cat was left to rule the entirety of the North on her own.
Suddenly the door open and she shot up from her seat, it wasn't until she saw the frowning face of Catelyn that she relaxed and flopped back in the chair. "Well, you look as though you were having a grand ol' time with that big oaf. What did he want anyway?" Looking up at her friend's face again, she rose from her chair, gathered her skirts, and held out her hands. "Give me the crown. I'll put it away so you no longer have to wear it on your head."