Lya was in the yard and presently sparring with one of her brother's men-at-arms. They knew her, many having come with Will right from Winterfell, and another few had come down with her.
It was nice to talk and spar with those she hadn't seen in nearly two months. It was out of place, the sound of feminine laughter among the clash of steel, but to her, it was normal. She moved quickly in her sparring match and won, still laughing. She was dressed in a simple man's shirt, trousers and boots, and held her sword and used it with ease.
It was an excellent morning for exercise. And so far, Lyanora was enjoying her day.