Lion

I cannot read; I cannot even cut my own food, though it looks easy enough. But there is a fire in me that burns. There is an aching in my heart that says I am more than what they have made me. Though my hands are soft, touched only by the satin of my gloves and the skin of my husband, I know that they are meant to wield the weapon that will end this terror.

I am Lyanna; I am a Lion.

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