Jon.
@nivallis giving her boy what he needs.
as much as he fussed, whining when her fingers pulled the slightest bit too hard and squirming when she took just a little too long, he couldn’t help but laugh as she finished the braid by twisting a rose into the hair.
❝ MOTHER- - - what’s that for? ❞
He had a head of curls, just like his father had. Lyanna would always be grateful for the small ways her son reminded her of him. She was careful of each strand, so the braid wouldn’t have loose curls sticking out all over. She smoothed each lock with her fingers before weaving it over the stem. His hair was surprisingly long.
“For courage, my love,” she answered. “I find that is infinitely easier to be brave when you know that someone stands with you.” What could be more empowering than all of Winterfell braided into his hair? “Now you won’t forget.” Not that he would, but she liked the idea that he could carry her love in his hair, her faith in him.