O. —— Prologue / Dreams of silver !

Lyarra Snow is born with an affliction.

As the daughter of an affair between her Lord father and an unknown woman, nothing about her is holy in the eyes of the law.

She's a natural daughter, or as her father's wife reminds her, a bastard. Born of lust, lies and weakness, Lyarra is treacherous by nature.

Where her half-siblings are seen as future Lord's and Lady's of the realm, Lyarra is seen as a girl to marry off to a Lord of a small household, or even to send to the Septa of the Seven. Though, Lyarra would not go, not when the God's whisper to her the way they do, not after the things she has seen in her dreams.

Ever since she was young, Lyarra can remember dreaming of a knight with silver hair, a prince. She can only remember flashes and glimpses of him, because every time she tries to grasp at the dream, it slips out of her fingers and further away from her.

She'd stopped telling her Lord father about the dreams after she'd seen his face. He held a haunted expression every time Lyarra brought it up, and she eventually realised that talking about a silver-haired prince with a man who lost half his family to a silver-haired prince, probably was not the best idea.

So she kept it inside, kept the dreams far away from her father and only for herself.

In her more restless nights, she dreamt of fire consuming the world. Then, she dreamt of ice doing the same. Her dream cycles were repetitive for years.

Until she began to dream of a dagger covered in blood. Most dreams left her feeling slightly off, but that one woke her in a cold sweat, and it wasn't until she went to wake Jon from his own slumber that she felt safe again.

Even years later, Lyarra remembers that there was something wrong about that dream, it felt evil. It felt horrible and she couldn't think about it for too long without feeling ill. Luckily, she hadn't dreamt of it again, and the silver-haired prince was a relief to see most nights.