Lyra & Rickon
Lyra’s situation was worrying him. While observing his wife he took a small sip from his wine. Rickon had offered to return to Winterfell before arriving at Highgarden. But Lyra was stubborn and had refused his offer. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he put his glass of wine down on the table. “You are not feeling well, Lyra. We should not be here.” Rickon whispered at her while taking his wife’s hand in his. Concern was written all over his face. This feast did not feel festive at all. Rickon had not wanted to go in the first place. It was Lyra who had talked him into this, telling him it would be good to meet people from the other regions, even though he does not like most the people at this feast. “You should have listened to me..” He said while he shook his head. “We could have been back at Winterfell by now.”