Lyanna’s POV

I slumped onto my bed, ready to sleep after a long day after evading death itself, but before I could drift into Dreamland and forget my worries, a loud knock snapped me back to life.

“Ahh!” I groaned, frustration spilling from my throat as I stared at the door. Slowly, sluggishly, I slid off my cramped bed. “Who could that be?” I muttered, rubbing my tired eyes. I pulled the door open and froze.

It was Sir Karl, the king’s knight. His sudden appearance made my ...