Chapter 70 - The Coronation (V)
"A mother's love is precious, thank your mother for having it, many don't."Tyrion Lannister, looking at a painting of his mother at the age of twelve.
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Looking at the field of winter flowers before him, Aenar felt at peace. Surrounded by blue flowers, he allowed himself a moment of tranquillity. However, a presence behind him interrupted his serenity. There was something or someone behind him. The air carried the scent of winter flowers, a slightly sweet, faint and delicate smell.
Turning around, Aenar came across a young woman. She looked no older than sixteen. Her long black hair framed a delicate face, and her gray eyes, deep and naturally free, reminded him of a wolf.
Aenar held his breath at the sight of her. Yes, he had to find her before he became king. Otherwise, he would never find peace. What he was about to do would tear through the continent of Westeros like a butcher's knife.
Lyanna looked at the tall young man in front of her and couldn't contain her surprise. He looked incredibly like her husband, so much so that for a moment she thought that perhaps Rhaegar had a twin brother.
However, something sparked in her memory, and her face revealed a stunned expression. Despite her trembling legs, Lyanna stepped forward and held his face with both hands.
"Aenar?" She asked, her voice trembling with the incredulity of the moment.
"How did you find out?" Aenar asked, curious. Apart from his appearance, there were no clues linking him to her. After all, Lyanna had only held him for a few seconds before death overtook her.
"Your eyes... your beautiful eyes," Lyanna replied, as she hugged him tightly, as if she never wanted to let go.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for not being by your side. I'm sorry I didn't hold you when you were sad. I'm sorry for not comforting you when you needed it most. There are so many 'I'm sorrys' that I can never forgive myself."