@obuljagon 💙’d this for a starter. 

          There was something overwhelmingly surreal about her. Like none of this was really happening and they were all in a dream. Lyanna’s heart hurt to look at her, eyes stinging with the effort to maintain a cool exterior. “You look so much like him.” Voice was a murmur, barely above a whisper. The hair, not just the color, but the way it fell around her face like a halo. The eyes were the same too– not indigo, but the shape. She wasn’t so tall, so broad of shoulder as him (of course, Lyanna’s memories of Rhaegar were from when she wasn’t so tall herself), but Daenerys carried herself with a similar air. As though everywhere she went, there was the capital, there was the palace, this seat her throne. “It is such a pleasure to meet you.” Her smile was sad, but genuine.