Feu et Sang - Part 2 ( Part 1 )
ASOIAF French Revolution AU
The Winterfell Castle, Scotland, Christmas 1787
“So this is where you’ve been hiding yourself.”
Ned looked up from his cup of wine to find Lyanna standing over him, grinning widely, her cheeks still flushed from dancing. Ned had settled himself in a undisturbed corner of the music room following supper, close enough to comfortably observe the merriment around him, but far enough to ensure he would not draw much notice to himself (or so he had thought).
“Is Benjen well?” Ned asked. He had seen how green in the face their younger brother looked when Lyanna escorted him upstairs before the dancing had begun.
“He is in bed,” Lyanna settled beside him on the settee. “I told father he was ill from eating too many sweetmeats,” she confessed in a low voice, leaning closer as if to draw Ned into her confidence. “I suspect he’ll be alright come morning, aside from an aching head, and that’s no more than he deserves.”