It was the way of things on Bear Island. And even if it wasn't, between the drive of both Lyanna and her late mother, there was no way she would allow herself to be anything but competent. She couldn't run her house, rule her people, or expect the soldiers to follow her otherwise. And beside that, her own pride simply would allow nothing else.

"Aye," It was a strange idea, but then not too long ago so had the armies of dead. Dragons. Reality truly was stranger than fiction. "I don't need either though. It was tearing through my men and I wasn't about to let it continue."