When the maester put litte Edward in her arms, Lana cried. The little kid was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, together with Lyanna who was now almost two years old and ran around Storm’s End like a small earthquake. Sometimes Lana thought that babies were the worst storms the castle endured, always managing to get in trouble. But it wasn’t only Edward’s beauty that made her cry, she was worried that the boy might suffer of the same pains as her sister, who had to constantly drink milk of the poppy to be calmed and now that she was starting to speak she did so in a slurred manner that made a lot of people think that the girl was dim witted, although she had proved to Lana that her wit was as sharp as any other child’s.

She still remembered the day she had left Goldengrove, dreaming of a new life with Erryk at Storm’s End and smiled happy when she remembered how great everything had turned out. The two of them were still in love and, even if Storm’s End wasn’t the most comfortable of castles and the Stormlands didn’t enjoy one of the best climates in Westeros, she had enjoyed her time there and loved to watch as Lyanna grew every day.

As she thought of the past events Erryk took her hand in a loving gesture, letting her know without words that he felt just like she did.

[I haven’t been able to come up with anything interesting, but wanted to inform the world that Erryk and Lana are living a happy life in the Stormlands and have a couple of children, one of which is mad and insanely strong while the other has fibromyalgia. rollme loves me]