ASOIAF/Greek Mythology: Lyanna as Eris
Who indeed is the fairest? Is it she, with hair as brown as bark and a depthless grey peering from her eyes? Her fingers grip tight the sword of perdition and she laughs when they fight over her- her hand, her love, her beauty. If it’s a fight they want, she won’t back down. Is she a mystery? She has never desired to be, putting forth her honesty and opinions with a sharp tongue. Will they refuse to call her for her harsh words? Fierce and fragile, with shards of ice in her veins and falling snow in her eyes, she will not overlook the slight, lingering until revenge has been planned out. She does not need defense, she does not need protection- only justice of the twisted sort. She is the center of thousands of plots, scheming hatching planning. Despair, for when her vengeance fails and the world is at war, she will ascend peacefully and look down from the clouds, a sneer on her lips. Mortals; how quaint. A wolf never dies, runs always with howling winds.