a word...

(…) she came upon Arthur and some of his men, stopped to drink some wine. They were all disheveled, dirty, and their shirts soaked through with sweat. Beads of it ran down Arthur’s throat as he tilted his head back to down some wine. He had been working since early morning; he had earned his cup, she supposed. “A word, Arthur—” Lyanna called to him. Arthur look surprised to see her, but not unhappy. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, loped over to her, and leaned on her horse, honest face turned upward. “—you shall come to me tonight.”

from Hold On To Your Heart, chap.5, by lyannaS

note: *SORRY* it differs ~slightly from the text since in the fic she is on her horse (my bad)

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