He doesn’t know. She hadn’t had a chance to tell him. Hadn’t THOUGHT to tell him. To let her family know. She’d been... swept up. In love. Impulsive, even. Running away with Rhaegar. Choosing for HERSELF who she was to wed. Ned doesn’t know that she hadn’t been kidnapped at all. And she doesn’t know how to tell him. Perhaps she can keep that to herself for a bit longer. Until they find out where they are. And why. And HOW.

So many questions.

Lyanna reaches up to touch his face. “I am Ned. I am.” Her stomach lurches at the secret she’s keeping. Soon. She’ll tell him soon. “He has. He’s treated me” wonderfully. “ very well.” She flings her arms around him again, tucking her head against him as she so often had when they were younger. “I’ve missed you.”